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Where's the master?

Play the nerd.

I pray now, keep me low. Where is the master, old son?

Do you not hear him?

You murder never.

Keep your cabin.

You do assist the storm.

Hey, you ain't got to be patient.

Where the sea is?

Yet remember who fell harsh the thorn.

None that I more love than thyself.

I'll come out where I sit!

What do you hear? Have you a mind to sing?

No! No!

Art, my dearest mother, you have put the wild waters in this roar.

Allay them.

Oh, I have suffered with those that I saw suffer.

A brave vessel who had no doubt some noble creature in her dashed all to

pieces.

Poor souls, they perished.

Be collected.

No more amazement.

Tell thy piteous heart there's no harm done.

Oh, what a day.

No harm.

I have done nothing but in care of thee, of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter,

who art ignorant of the world, not knowing of whence I am, nor that I am

more better than Prospera, master of a full poor cell.

and thy no greater mother.

More to know did never meddle with my thoughts.

It is time I should inform thee further.

fireful spectacle of the wreck which touched the very virtue of compassion in

thee, I have with such provision in mine heart so safely ordered that there is no

soul, no, not so much perdition as in hair, be it to any creature in the

vessel which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sing.

Sit down and be attentive.

Canst thou remember?

a time before we came unto this cell. I do not think thou canst, for then thou

wast not out three years old. Certainly, ma'am, I can.

By what?

By any other house or person?

If anything, the image tell me that hath kept with thy remembrance.

It is far off, and rather like a dream.

Had I not four or five women once that tended me.

And more, Miranda.

Twelve years since, Miranda.

Twelve years since.

Thy mother held the dukedom of Milan and its princely power.

But are not you my mother?

The very same.

Who long ago was wife to him who ruled Milan most liberally.

Who with his tolerant hand toward me

gave license to my long hours in pursuit of hidden truths, of coiled powers

contained within some elements to harm or heal.

I brook no interruption but your squalling, for thou, child, art a

princess born.

Oh, heavens!

What foul play had we that we came from thence?

Upon thy father's death, authority was conferred, as was his will to me alone,

thereby awakening the ambition of my brother and thy uncle, called Antonio.

Thou attendest not?

Good madam, I do. I pray thee, mark me, that a brother should be so

perfidious.

He whom I did charge to execute express commands as to the prudent governing of

fair Milan instead undid, subverted.

Dost thou attend me?

Ma'am, most heedfully.

Perverting my upstanding studies now, his slandering and bile-dipped brush did

paint a faithless portrait.

His sister a practiser of the black arts, a demon, not a woman, nay, a

witch, and he full knowing that others of my sex have burned for no less. The

flames now fanned, my counsellors turned against me, dost thou hear?

Your tale, ma'am, would cure deafness.

To credit his own lie, he did believe he was indeed the Duke.

Confederates were the King of Naples to give him annual tribute and bend my

dukedom yet unbowed to most ignoble stooping. Oh, heavens!

Now, the condition.

the King of Naples being an enemy to me, inveterate hearkens to my brother's

suit, which was that he should presently eradicate me and mine out of the

dukedom, and confer fair Milan with all its honours upon my brother.

Whereon, one midnight, did Antonio open the gates of Milan,

Into the dead of darkness his ministers for the purpose hurried thence, me and

thy crying self.

Wherefore did they not their tower destroy us?

Dear, they durst not.

So dear the love my people bore me.

In few they hurried us aboard a bog, bore us some leagues to see where they'd

prepared a rotten carcass of a boat.

Not rigged.

nor tackle, sail, nor mast.

The very rats instinctively had quit it, and there they hoist us to cry to the

seas that roared to us, to sigh to the winds whose pities, sighing back again,

did us but loving wrong.

Alack, what trouble was I then to you?

Oh, a cherubim thou wast.

that did preserve me. Thou didst smile, infused with a fortitude from heaven,

that raised in me an undergoing stomach to bear up against what should ensue.

How came we ashore? By providence divine.

Some food we had, and some fresh water, that a noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, out of

his charity did give us, with rich garments, stuffs, and necessaries, which

since have steadied much.

Of his gentleness, knowing I loved my books, he furnished me from mine own

library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.

Would I might but ever see that, ma'am.

I pray you, ma'am, for still tis beating in my mind your reason for raising this

sea-storm.

By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, now, my dear lady,

hath mine enemies brought to this shore.

Here, cease more questions.

Thou art inclined to sleep.

Tis a good dullness, and give it way.

I know thou canst not choose.

Come away, servant, come.

I am ready now.

Approach, my Ariel, come.

Grave day, hail!

I come to answer thy best pleasure, be it to fly, to swim,

to dive into the fire, to ride on the curled clouds, to thy strong bidding,

task airing, and all his quality.

Hast thou, spirit, performed to the point the tempest that I bade thee? To

every article I boarded the king's ship.

now on the beak now in the waist the deck in every cabin i flamed amazement

sometime i divide and burn in many places the fire and cracks of sulphurous

roaring the most mighty neptune seemed to besiege and make his bold waves

tremble his dread trident shake

my brave spirit

Who was so firm, so constant that this coil could not infect his reason? Not a

soul, but felt a fever of the mad and played some tricks of desperation.

The king's son, Ferdinand, with hair upstaring, was the first man that

leaped. Cried, Hair is empty!

And all the devils are here!

Why, that's my spirit!

But was not this Nysha?

Close by, my master. But are they, Ariel, safe?

Not a hair.

Perished.

On their sustaining garments, not a blemish, but fresher than before.

And, as thou badest me, in troops I have dispersed them about the isle.

The king's son have I landed by himself, whom I left cooling of the air with

sighs, in an odd angle of the isle, and sitting, his arms in this sad knot.

Of the king's ship?

The mariners say how thou hast disposed.

Safely in harbour is the kingship.

In the deep nook, there she's hid.

The mariners all under hatches stowed, who with a charm I have left asleep.

Ariel, thy charge exactly as performed.

But there's more work. What is the time of the day?

Past the mid-season. Oh, at least two glasses.

The time twixt six and now must by us both be spent most preciously.

Is there more toil?

Since thou dost give me pains, let me remember thee what thou hast promised,

which has not yet performed me.

How now?

Moody?

What is thou canst demand?

My liberty!

Before the time be out, no more.

I prithee, remember I have done thee worthy service.

Thou didst promise to bait me a full year.

Dost thou forget from what a torment I did free thee?

No. Thou dost.

I do not, ma'am.

Thou liest, malignant thing.

Hast thou forgot the foul witch, Sycorax?

Hast thou forgot her?

No, ma'am. Thou hast.

Where was she born? Speak, tell me.

Ma'am, in Algiers.

Oh, was she so?

I must once in a month recount what thou hast been which thou forget'st.

This damned witch Sycorax, for mischief's manifold and sorcery's

terrible to enter human hearing, from Algiers thou knowest was banished, is

not this true?

Ay, ma'am. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child, and here was left by

the sailors.

Thou, my slave, as thou reports thyself, was then her servant, but for thou wast

a spirit too delicate to act her.

earthy and abhorred commands she did confine thee into a cloven pine within

which rift imprisoned thou didst painfully remain a dozen years within

which space she died and left thee there thou best knowest what a torment i did

find thee in thy groans did make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts of ever

angry bears

It was mine art, when I arrived and heard thee, that made gape the pine and

let thee out.

I thank thee, master.

If thou more murmurest, I will render an oak and peg thee in his knotty entrails

till thou hast howled away twelve winters.

I will be correspondent to command.

And do my spiriting gently.

Do so.

And after two days I will discharge thee.

That's my noble master.

What shall I do?

Say what?

What shall I do?

Go. Make thyself like a nymph of the sea.

Be subject to no sight but thine or mine, invisible to every eyeball else.

Go hence with diligence.

Awake, dear heart, awake.

Thou hast slept well.

Awake.

The strangeness of your story put heaviness in me.

Shake it off. Come on.

We'll visit with Caliban my slave, who never yields us kind answer.

Tis a villain, ma'am, I do not love to look on.

But as tis, we cannot miss him. He does make our fire, fetches in our wood, and

serves in offices that profit us.

On ho!

Slave!

Caliban!

Thou earth, thou speak!

There's wood enough within!

Slave got by the devil himself upon thy wicked dam.

Come forth!

As wicked to you as e'er my mother, brushed with raven's feather from

unwholesome fan.

Drop on you both.

Southwest blow on ye and blister you all o'er.

For this, be sure tonight thou shalt have cramps, side stitches that shall

pin thy breath up.

Urchins shall work all exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched as thick as

honeycomb, each pinch more stinging than bees at maiden.

This island is mine!

By Sycorax, my mother.

which thou tak'st for me.

When thou cam'st first, thou strok'st me, and made much of me.

Wouldst give me water with berries in't, and teach me how to name the bigger

light, and how the less that burn by day and night.

And then I laughed at thee, and showed thee all the qualities of the isle,

the fresh springs, brine beds,

barren place and fertile.

Cursed be I that did so.

All the charms of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, lack on you.

For I am all the subjects that you have, which first was my own king.

Here you stye me in this hard rock, whilst you do keep from me the rest of

the island.

Thou most lying slave, whom stripes may move not kindness, I have used thee with

humane care, lodged thee in mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate

the honour of my child.

Would it had been done, thou didst prevent me, I had be put else this isle,

with Caliban.

Abhorred slave, which any print of goodness will not take, I pity thee.

Took pains to make thee speak.

You taught me language, and my profit on things I know how to curse.

The red plague raged you for learning me your language.

Accident!

Wretches in fuel, shrugs thou malice. If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly what

I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps, fill all thy bones with aches,

make thee roar, that beasts shall tremble at thy dint. No, pray thee.

I must obey.

Her heart is of such power.

So, slave, hence.

He's talking

music be?

The air?

Or the earth?

It sounds no more.

And sure, it waits upon some god of the island.

Thence I have followed it.

Or it hath drawn me, rather.

But tis gone.

Now it begins again.

does remember my drowned father.

This is no mortal business, nor no sound that the earth owes.

I hear it now above me.

The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, and say, say what thou seest

yond.

What is't? A spirit?

No child.

It eats, and sleeps, and hath such senses as we have.

Such?

This gallant which thou seest was in the wreck.

I might call him a thing divine, for nothing natural I ever saw so noble.

It goes on, I see, as my soul prompts it.

Oh, spirit, fine spirit, I'll free thee within two days for this.

Oh, sure, the goddess on whom these airs attend.

That safe my prayer may know if you remain upon this island, and that you

will some good instruction give how I may bear me here.

My prime request, which I do last pronounce.

Oh, you wonder if you'd be made or no.

No wonder, sir, if it's only a maid.

My language!

Heavens!

I am the best of them that speak this speech.

Where are the words spoken?

Thou the best.

What wert thou if the king of Naples heard thee?

A single thing as I am now that wonders to hear thee speak of Naples.

He does hear me, and that he does, I weep.

Myself, Amnus, with mine eyes, ever since at Ebb, beheld the king,

my father, wrecked.

Alack, for mercy.

Yes, faith in all his lords.

At first sight, they have changed eyes.

Oh, delicate Errol, I will set thee free for this.

A word, good sir.

I fear you have done yourself some wrong. A word!

Why speaks my mother so ungently?

This is the second man that e'er I saw, the first that e'er I sighed for.

They are both in either's powers.

But this swift business I must uneasy make, lest two light winning make the

prize light.

One word more.

I charge thee that thou attend me.

Thou dost here usurp the name thou ow'st not, and have put thyself upon this

island as a spy, to win it from me, the sovereign of't. How, as I'm a man.

There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. Follow me. Speak not you for

him. He's a traitor.

Come, I'll manacle thy neck and feet together.

Sea water shalt thou drink follow.

No, I will resist such entertainment till mine enemy has more power. Oh, dear

mother, make no... Do rash a trial of him, for he's gentle and not fearful.

What, I say, my foot, my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor, for I can here disarm

thee with this stick and make thy weapon drop.

Beseech you, mother. Hence hang not upon my garment. Mom, have pity.

I'll be his surety.

Silence! One word more shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee.

Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he, having seen but him and

Caliban. Foolish child.

To the most of men this is a caliban, and they to him are angels.

My affections are then most humble.

I have no ambition to see a goodlier man.

Come on, obey.

Thy nerves are in their infancy again, and have no vigour in them.

So they are.

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.

My father's loss, the weakness which I feel.

The wreck of all my friends, nor this dame's threats to whom I am subdued, are

but light to me.

Might I but through my prison once a day behold this maid.

All corners else of the earth let liberty make use of.

Space enough have I in such a prison.

It works.

Come on!

Fine, Ariel.

Hark what thou else shalt do me.

Be of comfort.

My mother's of a better nature, sir, than she appears by speech.

Thou shalt be free as mountain winds.

Then exactly do all points of my command.

To the syllable.

Come, follow.

Speak not for him.

Beseech you, sir.

Be merry.

You have cause, so have we all, of joy.

For our escape is much beyond our loss.

But for the miracle, I mean our preservation, few in millions can speak

like us. Then wisely, good sir, wear our sorrow with our comfort.

Prithee, peace.

He receives comfort like cold porridge.

Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit. By and by it will strike.

Sir, one... Tell.

When every grief is entertained that's offered, comes to the entertainer... A

dollar?

Dollar comes to him indeed.

You have spoken truer than you purposed. You have taken it wiselier than I meant

you should.

Therefore, my lord.

Fie, what a spin-drift to see of his tongue. I pray thee, spare.

Well, I have done.

Good yet.

You will be talking.

Though this island seem to be desert, uninhabitable and almost

inaccessible. Yet. Yet. I could not miss it.

The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. As if it had lungs.

And rotten ones. Or as to a perfumed by a fern. Here is everything advantageous

to life.

True save means to live. Of that there's none or little. How lush and lusty the

grass looks. How green.

The ground indeed is tawny.

With an eye of green int.

But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost beyond credit.

that our garments, being as they were, drenched in sea, are now as fresh as

when we put them on first in Africa.

In Tunis?

At the marriage of your fair daughter Carabel, the king of Tunis. You cram

these words into mine ears against the stomach of my sons.

Would I had never married my daughter there, for coming thence my son is lost.

And in my rage she too, who is so far remittly removed, I ne'er again shall

see her.

O thou mine heir of Naples and Milan, what strange fish hath made his meal on

thee? Sir, he may live.

I saw him beat the surges under him, and ride upon their backs.

I not doubt he came alive to land.

No, no, he's gone.

Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss.

that would not bless our Europe with your daughter, but rather lose her to an

African. Prithee, peace.

We have lost your son, I fear, forever. The fault's your own. So is the dearest

of the lost.

My Lord Sebastian, the truth you speak doth lack some gentleness.

You'll rub the sore when you should bring the plaster.

Very well.

And most like a surgeon.

Tis foul weather.

In that's all good, sir, when you are cloudy.

Foul weather?

Very foul.

Prosper.

Prosper.

All the infractions that the sun sucks up from bogs, fens, flats,

unprosperous soil, and make up for each meal it exalts.

It's great healing, and yet I need most cups.

But for every trap water set upon me,

Sometimes like apes that moan and

chatter at me when I have to bite me.

Then like hedgehogs which lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount

their pricks at my footfall.

I does who with cloven tongues do haste me into madness.

Here comes the spirit of hers. It will torment me for bringing war in slowly.

I'll fall flat. A chance they will not mind me.

neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather-owl, and another storm

brewing. I hear it singing the wind.

Yon same black cloud, yon huge one, looks like a foul bombard

that would shed his lick of gut-puck.

If it should thunder, as it did before,

I know not where I'd hide me head.

John St.

Cloud cannot choose but fall by pale force. Hey, oh! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,

whoa! What have we here?

A man or a fish?

Dead or alive?

A fish. He smells like a fish.

A very ancient fish-like smell.

A strange fish.

Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted,

not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver, there would this

monster make a man.

Any strange beast there makes a man, where they will not give a penny to

relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.

Legged like a man, and his fins

like arms.

Worm! Oh, my troth!

I do now let loose my opinion. Hold it no longer.

This is no fish, but...

An islander that has lately suffered by a thunderbolt.

Alas, the storm has come again.

My best way is to creep under his gabardine.

There is no other shelter here about.

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

Swabba the bosun and I, the gunner and his mate, loved more

Meg and Marion and Marjorie.

But none of us cared for Kate, for she had a tongue with a tang, would cry to a

sailor, go hang.

She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch.

Yeah, oh, fuck.

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral.

Well,

here's my comfort.

What's the matter?

Have we devils here?

Do you put tricks upon us with savages and men of Indy?

I have not scaped drowning to be afeard now of your four legs.

The spirit omits me!

There's some monster of the isle with four legs who have got, as I take it, an

ague.

Where the devil should he learn our language?

I will give him some relief, if it be but for that.

If I can recover him and keep him tame and get to Naples with him, he's a

present for any emperor.

Oh, do not omit me, pretty.

I'll bring my wood home faster.

He's in his fit now and does not talk after the wisest.

He shall taste of my bottle. Come on your ways.

Open your mouth. This will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that

soundly.

You cannot tell who's your friend.

Open your chaps again.

I should know that voice. It should be.

But he is drowned, and these are devils. Oh, defend me!

Four legs and two voices, a most delicate monster.

Come.

I will pour some in thy other mouth.

Stephano.

Doth thy other mouth call me?

Mercy, mercy, this is a devil, and no monster I will leave him.

Stephano, if thou be'st Stephano, touch me and speak to me. Be not afeard, for I

am Trinculo.

For good friend, Trinculo.

If thou be'st Trinculo, come forth.

I'll pull thee by the lesser legs.

If any be Trinculo's legs, these are they.

Thou art very Trinculo indeed.

How canst thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can he vent, Trinculo? I took

him to be killed with a thunder-stroke, but art thou not drowned, Stefano? Hid

me under the dead moon-calf's gabardine for fear of the storm. And art thou

living, Stefano?

Stefano, too!

Neapolitan skate!

Ready.

Do not tell me about.

My stomach is not constant.

Please be fine things, and if there be no sprites, that a brave god, and bear

celestial liquor, I will kneel to him.

How didst thou escape?

Why? How camest hither?

Swear by this bottle, how thou camest hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack,

which the sailors heaved overboard.

I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject.

For the liquor is not earthly.

Here, swear by this bottle how thou escapest.

Swam ashore, man, like a duck. I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn. Here,

kiss the book.

Though thou can't swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.

Oh, Stefano, is there any more of this?

The whole butt, man.

How now, moon-calf?

How does thine age you?

Hast thou not dropped from heaven?

Out of the moon, I do assure thee.

I was the man in the moon when time was.

I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee.

Come, swear to that.

Kiss the book. Swear!

By this good light, this is a very shallow monster.

I have feared of him.

A very weak monster. The man in the moon, a most poor, credulous monster.

I'll show thee every fertile inch of the island, and

I will kiss thy foot.

I pray thee, be.

Come on then.

Down and swear.

I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster. A most scurvy

monster. I could find it in me heart to beat him.

But that the poor monster's in drinks.

Come, kiss.

I'll show thee the best springs.

I'll pluck thee berries.

I'll fish for thee and get thee wood enough.

A plague upon the tyrant that I serve.

I'll bear no more sticks but follow thee, thou wondrous man.

Most ridiculous monster to make a wonder of a poor drunkard.

I pray thee, let me bring thee.

Crabs grow, and I, with my long nails, will dig the pig nets, show thee

Jay's nest, and instruct thee how to snare the nimble mamousettes.

I'll bring thee to close to infiel birds, and sometimes I'll get thee young

scammels from the rock.

Willst thou go with me?

I pray thee now, lead the way without any more talking, Trinculo.

The king and all that. company else being drowned, we will inherit here.

Farewell, master.

Farewell! Farewell!

Holy monster!

A drunken monster!

No more dams are made for fish!

No more fetching, firing, and requiring!

No scrap, train, char, no more fish!

Van, van, ca-ca-ca-ca-caliburn!

As a new master!

This, my main task, appears heavy to me as odious.

The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead and makes my labors

pleasures.

She is ten times more gentle than her mother's craft.

And she's composed of harshness.

I must remove some thousands of these logs and pile them up.

Upon a sore injunction.

My sweet mistress weeps when she sees me work, and says such baseness had never

liked executor.

I forget, but these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours.

Most busiest when I do it.

Now, pray you, work not so hard.

I would the lightning had burnt up those logs that you were enjoying to pile.

Pray, set it down and rest you.

When this burns, it will weep for having wearied you.

My mother is hard at study.

Pray now, rest yourself. She's safe for these three hours.

Almost, dear mistress.

The sun will set before I should discharge what I must strive to do. If

you'll sit down, I'll bear your logs the while.

Pray give me that oak harrow to the pile. No, precious creature. I'd rather

crack my sinews.

Break my back?

Then you should such dishonour on the girl while I sit lazy by. It would

become me as well as it does you, and I should do it with much more ease.

For my goodwill is to it, and yours it is against.

You look wearily.

No, noble mistress.

This fresh morning with me when you are by at night.

I do beseech you.

What is your name?

Miranda.

Oh, my mother.

I have broke your eyes to say so.

Admired Miranda.

Indeed, the top of admiration.

Worth what's dearest to the world.

Poor worm, thou art infected.

This visitation shows it.

For many a lady I have eyed with best regard.

Many a time the harmony of their tongues had them to bondage brought my too

diligent ear.

For several virtues have I liked several women.

Never any was so full-soul.

But some defect in her did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, and there's

the foil.

But you, oh you, so

perfect and so peerless, are created of every creature's best.

I know only one more of my sex, no young woman's face remember.

Save from my glass mine own, nor have I seen more that I may call men than you,

good friend.

How features are abroad, I am skill less of, but by my modesty, I would not wish

any companion in the world but you.

Nor can imagination form a shape besides yourself to like of.

But I prattle something too wildly, my mother's precepts I therein do forget.

I am in my condition of Prince Miranda.

I do think a king.

I would not so.

Hear my soul speak.

The very instant that I saw you did my heart fly to your service.

There resides.

To make me slave to it.

And for your sake am I this patient logman.

witness to this sound.

I beyond all limit of what else to the world do love, prize,

honor you.

I am a fool to weep what I am glad of.

Wherefore weep you?

At mine unworthiness, which dare not offer what I decide to give an much less

take what I shall die to want.

But this is trifling, and all the more it seeks to hide itself, the bigger bulk

it shows.

Hence bashful cunning, and prompt me plain and holy innocence.

I am your wife, if you will marry me.

If not, I'll die your maid.

To be your fellow you may deny me, but I'll be your servant whether you will or

no.

My mistress, dearest, and I thus humble ever.

My husband.

I, with the heart as willing as bondage ere freedom.

Here's my hand.

half an hour hence.

A thousand thousand.

Had I plantation on this isle, my lord, and were the king, aunt, what would I

do? Escape being drunk for want of wine?

No occupation.

All men idle.

All. And women, too, but innocent and pure. No sovereignty.

Yet he would be king, aunt. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the

beginning. Nature.

Nature.

Without sweat or endeavor would bring forth of its own kind all foison all

abundance to feed my innocent people No marrying on your subjects none men all

idle whores and names I would with such perfection govern sirs to excel the

golden age God save his majesty long live Gonzalo Do you

mark me sir no more that does talk nothing to me I do well believe, Your

Majesty, and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen who are of such

sensible and nimble lungs that they always used to laugh at nothing.

T'was you we laughed at. Who in this kind of merry fooling am laughing to

you, sir? You may continue and laugh at nothing still. What a blow was there

given!

Nay, good my lord, be not angry.

No, no, I warrant you, I would not adventure my discretion so weakly.

laugh me asleep.

I'm very heavy.

Ah.

Go sleep and hear us.

What? So soon? Sleep?

I wish mine eyes would with themselves shut up my thoughts.

Oh, I finally are inclined to do so.

Do not omit the heavy author of it. It seldom visits sorrow.

When it doth, it is a comforter. We two, my lord, will guard your person while

you take your rest and watch your safety.

Thank you.

Oh, wondrous, heavy.

What strange drowsiness possesses them?

It is the quality of the climate.

Why does it not then our eyelids sink?

I find not myself disposed to sleep.

Nor I.

My spirits are nimble.

They fell together as by consent.

They dropped as by a thunder stroke.

What might, worthy Sebastian?

Oh, what might?

No more.

And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face what thou shouldst be.

The occasion speaks thee.

and my strong imagination sees a crown dropping upon thy head. What? Are thou

waking? Do you not hear me speak?

I do, and surely it is a sleepy language, and thou speaks out of thy

sleep.

What is it thou didst say?

This is a strange repose, to be asleep with eyes wide open, standing, speaking,

moving.

And yet so far to sleep.

Noble Sebastian, thou let'st thy fortune sleep.

Die, rather.

Wink'st whilst thou art waking.

Thou dost snore distinctly.

There's meaning in thy snores. I am more serious than my custom.

You must be so too, if heed me, which to do trebles thee o'er.

Well, I am standing water.

I'll teach you how to flow.

Do, sir.

To ebb, hereditary sloth instructs me. Thus, sir.

Although this lord hath here almost persuaded the king his son's alive, it

is impossible that he's undrowned as he that sleeps here swims.

I have no hope that he's undrowned. Oh, out of that no hope, what great hope

have you?

No hope that way is another way so high a hope that even ambition cannot pierce

the weak beyond but doubt discovery there.

Will you grant with me that Ferdinand has drowned?

He's gone. Then tell me, who's the next heir of Naples?

Claribel. She that is queen of Ternus. She that dwells ten leagues beyond man's

life. She that from whom we all were sea-swallowed, though some cast again.

And by that destiny, to perform an act whereof what's past is prologue. What to

come in yours and my discharge.

What stuff is this? How say you?

Say, this were death that now hath seized them.

Why, they were no worse than now they are. There be that can rule Naples as

well as he that sleeps.

Oh, that you bore the mind that I do.

What a sleep were this for your advancement.

Do you understand me? He thinks I do.

And how does your content tender your own good fortune?

I remember you did supplant your sister Prospero.

True.

And look how well my garments sit upon me.

My sister's servants were then my fellows.

Now they are my men.

But for your conscience.

Aye, sir, where lies that?

Twenty consciences that stand twixt me and my land.

Candid be they and melt ere they molest.

Here lies your brother no better than the earth he lies upon.

If he were that which now he's like, that's dead, whom I, with his obedient

steel, three inches of it can lay to bed forever, whilst you are doing thus to

this ancient morsel, this supprudence, who should not upbraid our course.

Thy case, dear friend, shall be my best tut.

As thou got'st Milan, I'll come by Naples.

Draw thy sword.

One stroke shall free thee from the tribute which thou payest, and I, the

king.

Shall love thee.

We draw together, and when I rear my hand, do you the like to

Foliton Gonzalo?

Good angels, preserve the king. Why are you drawn?

Wherefore this ghastly looking?

What's the matter?

Whilst we stood here securing your repose, even now we heard a hollow burst

of bellowing like bulls, or rather lions.

Did not wake you?

It struck mine ear most terribly.

I heard nothing.

Oh, t'was a dent to fright a monster's ear. To make an earthquake?

Heard you this, Gonzalo? Upon my knowledge, sir, I heard a humming which

did awake me.

As my eyes opened, I saw their weapons drawn.

It is best we stand upon our guard, or that we quit this place. Let's draw our

weapons.

Lead off this ground.

Let's make further search for my poor son.

Lead the way.

Prosperer shall know what I have done.

So king, go safely on to seek thy son.

You're blind drunk.

Tell not me.

When the butt is out, we will drink water, not a drop before.

Therefore, bear up and boredom. Servant monster, drink to me.

Servant monster?

The folly of this island.

They say there is but five upon this isle. We're three of them. If the other

two be brain like us, they're steak-totters.

Mooncalf, speak once in thy life, if thou be'st a good mooncalf.

How does thy honour?

Let me lick thy shoe.

I'll not serve him.

He's not valiant.

Thou liest!

Most ignorant monster!

Why, thou debushed fish, thou!

Will thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?

Lo, how he mocks me.

Will to thy letting, my lord.

Lord, quote he, that a monster should be such a natural. Lo, lo, again, bathed

into death, I prithee. Drink ye low, keep a good tongue in your head. If you

prove a mutiny after the next tree.

The poor monster's my subject.

And he shall not suffer indignity.

I thank my noble lord.

Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?

Not marry, will I?

Kneel and repeat it. I will stand.

And so shall Trinculo.

As I told thee before.

I am subject to a tyrant, a sorceress, that by her cunning

hath cheated me of the island.

Thou liest!

Thou liest?

Thou jesting monkey, thou!

I do not lie.

Dracula, if you trouble him any more in his tale, by this hand I will supplant

some of your teeth.

Why? I said nothing.

Mum, then, and no more.

Proceed.

I say, by sorcery she got this isle.

From me she got it.

If thy greatness will revenge it on her, thou shalt be lord of it,

and I'll serve thee.

How now shall this be compassed?

Canst thou bring me to the party?

Yea, yea, my lord.

I yield her this sleep.

Where thou mayst knock him there into her head.

Thou liest, thou canst not.

What a pied leaner is this?

Thou scurvy patch.

I do beseech thy greatness.

Give him blows and take his bottle from him. Why?

What did I? I did nothing.

I'll go further off. Didst thou not just say he lied?

Thou liest. Do I so?

Take thou that.

As you like this, give me the lie another time. Why?

I did not give the lie.

Out of thy wits and bearing, too, a pop's on your bow, and the devil take

your finger.

Now,

forward with your tale.

I prithee, stand farther off.

tis a custom with her in the late afternoon to sleep.

There thou mayst brain her, having first seized her books, or with a log

batter her skull, or punt her with a stake, or cut her wheeze on with a

knife. But remember first to possess her books, for

without them she is but a sot as I am, nor hath not one spirit. spirit to

command.

They all do hate her as rootedly as I burn

but her books.

And the most deeply to consider is the beauty of her

daughter.

Of women I've seen but these, and sycorax, madame, was she as far.

surpasseth Sycorax as greatest as least.

Is it so brave, alas?

Ay, lord, she will become that bed, I warrant,

and bring thee forth brave-proofed.

Monstra will kill this witch.

will be king and queen, and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys.

Dost thou like this plot, Trinculo?

Excellent.

Give me thy hand.

I'm sorry I beat thee.

Within this half hour will she be asleep, whilst thou destroy her there.

Aye, on mine honor.

Come, my master.

Thou mak'st me merry.

I am full of pleasure.

Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.

What is this saying?

If thou be'st a man, show thyself.

Oh, forgive me my sins.

Oh, mercy upon us.

Are thou feared?

No, monster, not I.

Be not feared.

The isle is full of noises, sounds, and sweet airs that give delight

and hurt not.

Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments will hum about mine ears.

And sometime voices that if I then had waked after a long sleep will make me

sleep again.

And then in dreaming the clouds me thought would open and show riches

ready to drop upon me that when I waked.

To dream again.

This will prove a brave kingdom to me where I shall have my music for nothing.

When Prospero is destroyed.

By Laken.

I can go no further, sir. My knees must rest me.

Old lord, I cannot blame thee, who am myself attached with weariness.

Sit down and rest.

He is drowned, whom thus we stray to find.

And the sea mocks our frustrate search on land.

Oh, well.

Let him go.

I am right glad that he's so out of hope. The next advantage will we take.

Let it be tonight.

What harmony is this, my good friends?

Hark!

Walrus, sweet music!

Give us, kind keep us, heavens!

A living drollery.

Now I will believe that there are unicorns.

If in Naples I should report this now, would they believe me?

We have stomachs.

Wilt please you taste of what is here?

Faith, sir, you need not fear.

I will stand to and feed.

Although my last, no matter, since I feel the best is past.

You are three men of sin.

whom destiny hath caused to belch up you.

And on this island, where man doth not inhabit, you amongst men being

most unfit to live, I have made you mad.

You fools!

I and my fellows are ministers of fate.

The elements...

Of whom your swords are tempered may as well wound the loud winds as diminish

one dow that's in my plume.

But remember, for that's my business to you,

that you three from the land did supplant good Prospera, her

and her innocent child.

For which foul deed the powers delaying, not forgetting, have incensed the

seas and shores.

Yea, all the creatures against your peace.

The of thy son Alonzo they have bereft.

And you pronounce by me lingering perdition. Shall step by step attend

you, and you'll...

bravely the figure of this harpy has thou performed my aerial my high charms

work and these mine enemies are all knit up in their distractions they now are

in my power

The name was something holy, sir.

Why stand you in this strange stare?

Oh, it is monstrous.

Monstrous.

We thought the billows spoke and told me of it.

The winds did sing it to me.

And the thunder, that deep and dreadful organ pipe, pronounced the name of

Prosper. It did base my trespass.

Therefore my son in the ewes is bedded.

And I'll seek him deeper than air plummets sounded.

And with him there lie mudded.

With one feat at a time, I'll fight their legions all.

I'll be thy second.

All three of them are desperate.

Their great guilt, like poison given to work a great time after, now begins to

bite the spirits.

I shall follow them swiftly and hinder them from what this ecstasy may now

provoke them to.

If I have too austerely punished you, your compensation makes amends, for I

have given you here a third of mine own life, or that for which I live.

All thy vexations were but my trials of thy love, and thou hast strangely stood

the test.

O Ferdinand, do not smile at me that I boast of her.

or thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, and make it halt behind her.

I do believe it, against an oracle.

Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition worthily purchased,

take my daughter.

But if thou dost break her virgin knot before all sanctimonious ceremonies, no

sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall to make this contract grow.

As I hope for quiet days, fair issue, and long life, the strongest temptation

shall never melt mine honor into lust.

Fairly spoke.

Sit then and talk with her.

She is thine own.

Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better

than played the jack with us. Monster, I do smell all horse piss, at which my

nose is in great indignation. So is mine. Do you hear, monster?

Good my lord, give me thy favour still. I better lose our bottles in the pool.

There's not only disgrace and dishonour in that monster, but an infinite loss.

That's more to me than my wedding. Yet all this is your harmless...

Fairy monster!

What,

Ariel?

My industrial servant!

Ariel! What would my potent master?

Here I am.

Go.

Bring the rabble, all whom I give thee power, here to this place.

Incite them to quick motion. For I must bestow upon the eyes of this...

Young couple.

Some vanity of mine art. It is my promise and they expect it from me.

Presently? Aye, with a twink. Before you can say come and go.

Do you love me, master?

No?

Dearly. My delicate Ariel.

stay and hear your true love's

coming that can sing both high and

low trip no further pretty sweet thing

journeys end in lovers meeting every

wise man's son

is not here after present mirth hath present laughter

words to come are still unsure

in delay there lies no plenty

then come kiss me sweet and twenty you so

stop

Look thou be true Do not give dalliance too much the rain the strongest oaths a

straw to the fire of the blood I warrant you madam the white cold virgin snow

upon my heart abates the ardor of my liver well

No tongue, all eyes.

and he's confederate against my life.

Avoid! No more!

No more!

This is strange.

Your mother's in some passion that works so strongly.

Never till this day saw I her touched with anger so distempered.

You do look, my son, in a move. It sought as if you were dismayed. Be

cheerful, sir.

Our revels now are ended.

These, our actors, as I foretold you, were all spirits that melted into air,

into thin air.

And like the baseless fabric of this vision, the cloud-capped towers, the

gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples,

The great globe itself, yea, and all which it inherit shall dissolve.

And like this insubstantial pageant faded, leave not a rack

behind.

We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a

sleeve.

Sir, I am vexed.

If you be pleased, retire unto my cell and there repose. A turn or two I'll

walk to still my beating mind.

We wish you peace.

Come with us all.

I thank thee, Ariel, come.

What's thy pleasure?

Spirit.

We must prepare to meet with Caliban. Aye, my commander.

Say again, where did thou leave thee, varlet? I told you, ma'am. They were red

-hot with drinking.

I left them at the filthy mantel pool beyond your cell, there dancing up to

the chins that the foul lake outstunk their feet.

This was well done, my bird.

The trumpery and my house, go put it out for stale to catch these thieves.

I go. I go.

Devil.

Born devil.

On whose nature nurture can never stick.

On whom my pains, humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost.

I will plague them all, even to roaring.

Tread softly.

We now are near the cell.

Oh, no, no, no. Frida, be quiet.

She is now here.

This is the mouth of this cell.

Give me thy hand. I begin to have bloody thoughts.

Oh, King Stefano!

Oh, worthy Stefano! Look at what a wardrobe is here for thee!

Let it alone, thou fool.

It is but trash.

Oh, monster, we know what belongs to a frippery.

Oh, King Stefano!

Put off that gown, Trinculo. By this hand, I'll have that gown. Thy grace

shall have it.

I look a dream, don't I? How could it be real?

Looking for business, governor?

What do you mean to dote us on such luggage?

Let's alone and do the murder first. Be you quiet, monster.

Mistress Lyon, is not this my jerkin'?

We steal by line and level.

And light your grace.

I thank thee for the jest.

Here's a garment for it.

Witch shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this country.

Monster, come put some lime on your fingers and away with the rest.

I have none.

We shall lose our time in Orbiton to Barricade. Monster, lay on your fingers

or I'll turn thee from my kingdom.

Go to carry this and this I am this

Now does my project gather to a head.

Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou shalt have the air at freedom.

Say, my spirit, how fares the king and his followers?

Just as you left them.

All prisoners, ma'am.

The king, his brother, and yours abide all three distracted.

But chiefly, him that you termed ma'am, the good old Lord Gonzalo.

His tears run down his beard like winter's drops from eaves of reeds.

Your charm so strongly worksome that if you now beheld them,

Your affections would become tender.

Dost thou think so, spirit?

Mine would, master, were I human.

And mine shall.

Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling of their afflictions, and...

Shall not myself, one of their kind, be kindlier moved than thou art?

Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick.

Yet with my nobler reason, gainst my fury, do I take part.

The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.

They, being penitent,

The soul drift of my purpose doth extend not a frown further.

Go release them, Ariel.

My charms I'll break.

Their senses I'll restore, and they shall be themselves.

standing lakes and groves.

And ye that on the sands with printless foot do chase the ebbing Neptune and

then do fly him when he comes back.

You demi-puppets that by moonshine do the green sour ringlets make whereof the

yew not bites.

And you whose pastime is to make midnight mushrooms that rejoice to hear

the solemn curfew.

by whose aid weak masters though ye be.

I have bedimmed the noontide sun, called forth the mutinous winds,

and twixt the green sea and the azured vault set roaring war to the dread

rattling thunder have i given fire and rifted jove's stout oak with his own

bolt the strong-based promontory have i made shake and by the spurs plucked

up the pine and cedar graves at my command have waked their sleepers oped

and led em forth by my so potent art

But this rough magic I here abjure.

And when I have required some heavenly music, which even now I do, to work mine

end upon their senses that this airy charm is for,

I'll break my staff,

bury it certain fathoms in the earth,

and deeper

than did ever plummet sound.

There stand, for you are spell-stopped!

O good Gonzalo, my true preserver, and a loyal sir to him you followest,

I will pay thy graces home both in word and deed.

Most cruelly didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter.

Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.

Pinched for it now, Sebastian.

Flesh and blood.

You, brother mine, that entertained ambition, expelled remorse from

nature, who with Sebastian would here have killed your king.

I do forgive thee.

Unnatural though thou art.

Her understanding begins to swell.

Fetch me the skirt and bodies from my cell. I will displace me and myself

present as I was sometime Milan Quickly

spirit thou shalt ere long be free

Oh, I shall miss thee, Ariel.

But yet thou shalt have freedom.

So.

So.

So.

Behold the wronged Duchess of Milan, prosperer.

I bid her hearty welcome.

Where thou be'st she, or no, or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, I not

know.

Thy pulse beats as of flesh and blood, and since I saw thee, the affliction of

my mind amends, with which I fear a madness held me.

This must crave, and if this be at all, a most strange story.

I duke to my resign.

and do entreat thou pardon me my wrongs.

But how should Prospera be living and be here?

First, noble friend, let me embrace thine age, whose

honor cannot be measured or confined.

Whether this be or be not, I'll not swear.

Welcome, my friends all.

But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, I could here pluck down

his highness' frown upon you and justify you traitors.

At this time, I will tell no tales.

The devil speaks in her. No.

For you, most wicked sir.

Whom to call brother would even infect my mouth.

I do forgive thy rankest fault, all of them.

And require my dukedom of thee, which perforce I know thou must restore.

If thou be'st prosperous, give us particulars of thy preservation.

How thou hast met us here, who three hours since were racked upon this shore.

Where I have lost my dear son, Ferdinand.

I am woe for it, sir, for I have lost my daughter.

Daughter?

When did you lose your daughter?

In this last tempest.

But howsoever you have been jostled from your senses, know for certain that I am

prosperer.

Welcome, sir.

This sells my court.

I pray you, look in.

Sweet lord, you play me false.

My dearest love, I would not for the world.

Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle, and I would call it fair play.

If this true, the vision of the island, one dear son, shall I twice lose.

The sea's threatened, they are merciful.

I have cursed them without cause.

Now all the blessings of a glad father compass thee about.

Arise, and say how thou cam'st here.

O wonder!

How many goodly creatures are there here!

How beauteous mankind is!

O brave new world it has such people in't.

It is new to thee.

What is this maid with whom thou wast at play? Is she the goddess that hath

severed us and brought us thus together?

Sir, she is mortal.

But by immortal providence, she's mine.

I chose when I couldn't ask my father for his advice, nor thought I had one.

Give me your hands.

Be it so.

Amen.

Was't well done?

Tie the spell.

Every man's shit for all the rest!

What things are these, my lord Antonio?

Got money by them? Very like.

One of them is a plain fish and no doubt marketable. These three have robbed me

and have plotted together...

to take my life.

Two of these fellows you must know and own.

This thing of darkness, I acknowledge mine.

You shall be pinched to death.

Is not this Stefano, my drunken butler? And Trinculo is reeling ripe.

How camest thou in this pickle?

I have been in such a pickle since I saw you last that I fear me it will never

out me bones. Why, how now, Stefano?

Oh, touch me not. I am not Stefano, but a cramp.

And you'd be king of the isle, sirrah. I should have been a sore one, then. This

is a strange thing, is how I looked on.

What a thrice double ass was I to take this droll gift from God and worship

this dull fool.

Go to away.

Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it. Or stole it, rather.

Sir, I invite your highness and your train to my poor cell, where you shall

take your rest for this one night, and in the morn I'll bring you to your ship

and so to Naples, where I have hoped to see the nuptials of these our dear

beloved solemnized.

And thence retire me to my Milan.

Where every third thought

That is thy charge.

Then to the elements be free.

Los Angeles

My charms are all o'erthrown

And what

strength I have's mine own

Which is...

With the help of your good

hands.

Gentle breath.

Gentle breath of yours my sails

must fill.

Or else my project fails.

Which was to please

Now

I walk spirits to

it

to enchant and my ending

is despair unless I be

relieved by a prayer

which pierces so

That it assaults Pierce's soul That it

assaults Mercy itself And

frees all foes

As you

from Christ

Oh yeah.

be.

Now I want spirits to

enforce all

to enchant and

my ending is despair unless

I be

which pierces so that it assaults, pierces

so that it assaults mercy

itself and frees all foes.

As you...