<SPEECH 1><ACT 1><SCENE 2><4%>
<PROSPERO>	<5%>
	Be collected:
	No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart
	There's no harm done.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 2><ACT 1><SCENE 2><4%>
<PROSPERO>	<5%>
	No harm.
	I have done nothing but in care of thee,—
	Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!—who
	Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
	Of whence I am: nor that I am more better
	Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
	And thy no greater father.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 3><ACT 1><SCENE 2><5%>
<PROSPERO>	<5%>
	'Tis time
	I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand,
	And pluck my magic garment from me.—So:
<STAGE DIR>
<Lays down his mantle.>
</STAGE DIR>
	Lie there, my art.—Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.
	The direful spectacle of the wrack, which touch'd
	The very virtue of compassion in thee,
	I have with such provision in mine art
	So safely order'd, that there is no soul—
	No, not so much perdition as an hair,
	Betid to any creature in the vessel
	Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;
	For thou must now know further.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 4><ACT 1><SCENE 2><5%>
<PROSPERO>	<6%>
	The hour's now come,
	The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
	Obey 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.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 5><ACT 1><SCENE 2><6%>
<PROSPERO>	<6%>
	By what? by any other house or person?
	Of anything the image tell me, that
	Hath kept with thy remembrance.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 6><ACT 1><SCENE 2><6%>
<PROSPERO>	<6%>
	Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it
	That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
	In the dark backward and abysm of time?
	If thou remember'st aught ere thou cam'st here,
	How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 7><ACT 1><SCENE 2><6%>
<PROSPERO>	<7%>
	Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,
	Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
	A prince of power.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 8><ACT 1><SCENE 2><6%>
<PROSPERO>	<7%>
	Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
	She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
	Was Duke of Milan, and his only heir
	A princess,—no worse issued.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 9><ACT 1><SCENE 2><7%>
<PROSPERO>	<7%>
	Both, both, my girl:
	By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence;
	But blessedly holp hither.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 10><ACT 1><SCENE 2><7%>
<PROSPERO>	<7%>
	My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio,—
	I pray thee, mark me,—that a brother should
	Be so perfidious!—he whom next thyself,
	Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
	The manage of my state; as at that time,
	Through all the signiories it was the first,
	And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed
	In dignity, and for the liberal arts,
	Without a parallel: those being all my study,
	The government I cast upon my brother,
	And to my state grew stranger, being transported
	And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle—
	Dost thou attend me?
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 11><ACT 1><SCENE 2><7%>
<PROSPERO>	<8%>
	Being once perfected how to grant suits,
	How to deny them, who t'advance, and who
	To trash for over-topping; new created
	The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd 'em,
	Or else new form'd 'em: having both the key
	Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state
	To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was
	The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
	And suck'd my verdure out on't.—Thou attend'st not.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 12><ACT 1><SCENE 2><8%>
<PROSPERO>	<8%>
	I pray thee, mark me.
	I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
	To closeness and the bettering of my mind
	With that, which, but by being so retir'd,
	O'erpriz'd all popular rate, in my false brother
	Awak'd an evil nature; and my trust,
	Like a good parent, did beget of him
	A falsehood in its contrary as great
	As my trust was; which had, indeed no limit,
	A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
	Not only with what my revenue yielded,
	But what my power might else exact,—like one,
	Who having, into truth, by telling of it,
	Made such a sinner of his memory,
	To credit his own lie,—he did believe
	He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution,
	And executing th' outward face of royalty,
	With all prerogative:—Hence his ambition growing,—
	Dost thou hear?
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 13><ACT 1><SCENE 2><8%>
<PROSPERO>	<9%>
	To have no screen between this part he play'd
	And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
	Absolute Milan. Me, poor man,—my library
	Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties
	He thinks me now incapable; confederates,—
	So dry he was for sway,—wi' the king of Naples
	To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
	Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
	The dukedom, yet unbow'd,—alas, poor Milan!—
	To most ignoble stooping.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 14><ACT 1><SCENE 2><9%>
<PROSPERO>	<10%>
	Mark his condition and the event; then tell me
	If this might be a brother.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 15><ACT 1><SCENE 2><9%>
<PROSPERO>	<10%>
	Now the condition.
	This King of Naples, being an enemy
	To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
	Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises
	Of homage and I know not how much tribute,
	Should presently extirpate me and mine
	Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan,
	With all the honours on my brother: whereon,
	A treacherous army levied, one midnight
	Fated to the purpose did Antonio open
	The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
	The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
	Me and thy crying self.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 16><ACT 1><SCENE 2><10%>
<PROSPERO>	<10%>
	Hear a little further,
	And then I'll bring thee to the present business
	Which now's upon us; without the which this story
	Were most impertinent.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 17><ACT 1><SCENE 2><10%>
<PROSPERO>	<11%>
	Well demanded, wench:
	My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,
	So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
	A mark so bloody on the business; but
	With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
	In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
	Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd
	A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
	Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
	Instinctively have quit it: there they hoist us,
	To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh
	To the winds whose pity, sighing back again,
	Did us but loving wrong.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 18><ACT 1><SCENE 2><10%>
<PROSPERO>	<11%>
	O, a cherubin
	Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile,
	Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
	When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,
	Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
	An undergoing stomach, to bear up
	Against what should ensue.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 19><ACT 1><SCENE 2><11%>
<PROSPERO>	<12%>
	By Providence divine.
	Some food we had and some fresh water that
	A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
	Out of his charity,—who being then appointed
	Master of this design,—did give us; with
	Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
	Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
	Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
	From mine own library with volumes that
	I prize above my dukedom.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 20><ACT 1><SCENE 2><11%>
<PROSPERO>	<12%>
	Now I arise:—
<STAGE DIR>
<Resumes his mantle.>
</STAGE DIR>
	Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
	Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
	Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
	Than other princes can, that have more time
	For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 21><ACT 1><SCENE 2><12%>
<PROSPERO>	<12%>
	Know thus far forth.
	By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
	Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
	Brought to this shore; and by my prescience
	I find my zenith doth depend upon
	A most auspicious star, whose influence
	If now I court not but omit, my fortunes
	Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions;
	Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
	And give it way;—I know thou canst not choose.—
<STAGE DIR>
<Miranda sleeps.>
</STAGE DIR>
	Come away, servant, come! I'm ready now.
	Approach, my Ariel; come!

</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 22><ACT 1><SCENE 2><12%>
<PROSPERO>	<13%>
	Hast thou, spirit,
	Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 23><ACT 1><SCENE 2><13%>
<PROSPERO>	<14%>
	My brave spirit!
	Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
	Would not infect his reason?
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 24><ACT 1><SCENE 2><13%>
<PROSPERO>	<14%>
	Why, that's my spirit!
	But was not this nigh shore?
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 25><ACT 1><SCENE 2><13%>
<PROSPERO>	<14%>
	But are they, Ariel, safe?
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 26><ACT 1><SCENE 2><14%>
<PROSPERO>	<15%>
	Of the king's ship
	The mariners, say how thou hast dispos'd,
	And all the rest o' the fleet.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 27><ACT 1><SCENE 2><14%>
<PROSPERO>	<15%>
	Ariel, thy charge
	Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work:
	What is the time o' th' day?
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 28><ACT 1><SCENE 2><15%>
<PROSPERO>	<15%>
	At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now
	Must by us both be spent most preciously.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 29><ACT 1><SCENE 2><15%>
<PROSPERO>	<16%>
	How now! moody?
	What is't thou canst demand?
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 30><ACT 1><SCENE 2><15%>
<PROSPERO>	<16%>
	Before the time be out? no more!
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 31><ACT 1><SCENE 2><15%>
<PROSPERO>	<16%>
	Dost thou forget
	From what a torment I did free thee?
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 32><ACT 1><SCENE 2><15%>
<PROSPERO>	<16%>
	Thou dost; and think'st it much to tread the ooze
	Of the salt deep,
	To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
	To do me business in the veins o' th' earth
	When it is bak'd with frost.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 33><ACT 1><SCENE 2><15%>
<PROSPERO>	<16%>
	Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
	The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
	Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 34><ACT 1><SCENE 2><16%>
<PROSPERO>	<16%>
	Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 35><ACT 1><SCENE 2><16%>
<PROSPERO>	<16%>
	O! was she so? I must,
	Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
	Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax,
	For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible
	To enter human hearing, from Argier,
	Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did
	They would not take her life. Is not this true?
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 36><ACT 1><SCENE 2><16%>
<PROSPERO>	<17%>
	This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child
	And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
	As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant:
	And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
	To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
	Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
	By help of her more potent ministers,
	And in her most unmitigable rage,
	Into a cloven pine; within which rift
	Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain
	A dozen years; within which space she died
	And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans
	As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island,—
	Save for the son that she did litter here,
	A freckled whelp hag-born,—not honour'd with
	A human shape.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 37><ACT 1><SCENE 2><17%>
<PROSPERO>	<17%>
	Dull thing, I say so; he that Caliban,
	Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
	What torment I did find thee in; thy groans
	Did make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts
	Of ever-angry bears: it was a torment
	To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
	Could not again undo; it was mine art,
	When I arriv'd and heard thee, that made gape
	The pine, and let thee out.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 38><ACT 1><SCENE 2><17%>
<PROSPERO>	<18%>
	If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak
	And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
	Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 39><ACT 1><SCENE 2><17%>
<PROSPERO>	<18%>
	Do so; and after two days
	I will discharge thee.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 40><ACT 1><SCENE 2><17%>
<PROSPERO>	<18%>
	Go make thyself like a nymph of the sea: be subject
	To no sight but thine and mine; invisible
	To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape,
	And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence!
<STAGE DIR>
<Exit Ariel.>
</STAGE DIR>
	Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;
	Awake!
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 41><ACT 1><SCENE 2><18%>
<PROSPERO>	<19%>
	Shake it off. Come on;
	We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never
	Yields us kind answer.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 42><ACT 1><SCENE 2><18%>
<PROSPERO>	<19%>
	But, as 'tis,
	We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
	Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices
	That profit us.—What ho! slave! Caliban!
	Thou earth, thou! speak.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 43><ACT 1><SCENE 2><18%>
<PROSPERO>	<19%>
	Come forth, I say; there's other business for thee:
	Come, thou tortoise! when?

<STAGE DIR>
<Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph.>
</STAGE DIR>
	Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 44><ACT 1><SCENE 2><19%>
<PROSPERO>	<19%>
	Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
	Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 45><ACT 1><SCENE 2><19%>
<PROSPERO>	<20%>
	For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
	Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
	Shall forth at vast of night, that they may work
	All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
	As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
	Than bees that made them.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 46><ACT 1><SCENE 2><20%>
<PROSPERO>	<21%>
	Thou most lying slave,
	Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have us'd thee,
	Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee
	In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
	The honour of my child.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 47><ACT 1><SCENE 2><20%>
<PROSPERO>	<21%>
	Abhorred slave,
	Which any print of goodness will not take,
	Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
	Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
	One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
	Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
	A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
	With words that made them known: but thy vile race,
	Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures
	Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
	Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
	Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 48><ACT 1><SCENE 2><21%>
<PROSPERO>	<22%>
	Hag-seed, hence!
	Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best,
	To answer other business. Shrug'st 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 din.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 49><ACT 1><SCENE 2><21%>
<PROSPERO>	<22%>
	So, slave; hence!
<STAGE DIR>
<Exit Caliban.>
</STAGE DIR>

<STAGE DIR>
<Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing and singing; Ferdinand following.>
</STAGE DIR>


<Ariel's Song.>

	Come unto these yellow sands,
	And then take hands:
	Curtsied when you have, and kiss'd,—
	The wild waves whist,—
	Foot it featly here and there;
	And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
	Hark, hark!
<STAGE DIR>
<Burden Bow, wow, dispersedly.>
</STAGE DIR>
	The watch-dogs bark:
<STAGE DIR>
<Burden Bow, wow, dispersedly.>
</STAGE DIR>
	Hark, hark! I hear
	The strain of strutting Chanticleer
<STAGE DIR>
<Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.>
</STAGE DIR>

</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 50><ACT 1><SCENE 2><22%>
<PROSPERO>	<23%>
	The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
	And say what thou seest yond.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 51><ACT 1><SCENE 2><23%>
<PROSPERO>	<24%>
	No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses
	As we have, such; this gallant which thou see'st,
	Was in the wrack; and, but he's something stain'd
	With grief,—that's beauty's canker,—thou might'st call him
	A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows
	And strays about to find 'em.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 52><ACT 1><SCENE 2><23%>
<PROSPERO>	<24%>
<STAGE DIR>
<Aside.>
</STAGE DIR> It goes on, I see,
	As my soul prompts it.—Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee
	Within two days for this.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 53><ACT 1><SCENE 2><24%>
<PROSPERO>	<25%>
	How! the best?
	What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 54><ACT 1><SCENE 2><24%>
<PROSPERO>	<25%>
<STAGE DIR>
<Aside.>
</STAGE DIR> The Duke of Milan,
	And his more braver daughter could control thee,
	If now 'twere fit to do't.—At the first sight
<STAGE DIR>
<Aside.>
</STAGE DIR>
	They have changed eyes:—delicate Ariel,
	I'll set thee free for this!—<STAGE DIR>
<To Fer.>
</STAGE DIR> A word, good sir;
	I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 55><ACT 1><SCENE 2><25%>
<PROSPERO>	<26%>
	Soft, sir: one word more—
<STAGE DIR>
<Aside.>
</STAGE DIR> They are both in either's powers: but this swift business
	I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
	Make the prize light.—<STAGE DIR>
<To Fer.>
</STAGE DIR> One word more: I charge thee
	That thou attend me. Thou dost here usurp
	The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself
	Upon this island as a spy, to win it
	From me, the lord on't.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 56><ACT 1><SCENE 2><25%>
<PROSPERO>	<26%>
<STAGE DIR>
<To Fer.>
</STAGE DIR> Follow me.—
<STAGE DIR>
<To Mira.> 
</STAGE DIR>
	Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.—
<STAGE DIR>
<To Fer.>
</STAGE DIR> 
	Come;
	I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
	Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
	The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots and husks
	Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 57><ACT 1><SCENE 2><26%>
<PROSPERO>	<27%>
	What! I say,
	My foot my tutor?—Put thy sword up, traitor;
	Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy conscience
	Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward,
	For I can here disarm thee with this stick
	And make thy weapon drop.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 58><ACT 1><SCENE 2><26%>
<PROSPERO>	<27%>
	Hence! hang not on my garments.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 59><ACT 1><SCENE 2><26%>
<PROSPERO>	<27%>
	Silence! one word more
	Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
	An advocate for an impostor? hush!
	Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
	Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!
	To the most of men this is a Caliban
	And they to him are angels.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 60><ACT 1><SCENE 2><27%>
<PROSPERO>	<28%>
<STAGE DIR>
<To Fer.>
</STAGE DIR> Come on; obey:
	Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
	And have no vigour in them.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 61><ACT 1><SCENE 2><27%>
<PROSPERO>	<28%>
<STAGE DIR>
<Aside.] It works.—[To Fer.>
</STAGE DIR> Come on.—
	Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!—<STAGE DIR>
<To Fer.>
</STAGE DIR> Follow me.—
<STAGE DIR>
<To Ariel.>
</STAGE DIR> Hark, what thou else shalt do me.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 62><ACT 1><SCENE 2><27%>
<PROSPERO>	<28%>
	Thou shalt be as free
	As mountain winds; but then exactly do
	All points of my command.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 63><ACT 1><SCENE 2><28%>
<PROSPERO>	<28%>
<STAGE DIR>
<To Fer.>
</STAGE DIR> Come, follow.—Speak not for him.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exeunt.>
</STAGE DIR>

</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 64><ACT 3><SCENE 1><54%>
<PROSPERO>	<54%>
<STAGE DIR>
<Aside.>
</STAGE DIR> Poor worm! thou art infected:
	This visitation shows it.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 65><ACT 3><SCENE 1><56%>
<PROSPERO>	<56%>
<STAGE DIR>
<Aside.>
</STAGE DIR> Fair encounter
	Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
	On that which breeds between them!
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 66><ACT 3><SCENE 1><57%>
<PROSPERO>	<57%>
	So glad of this as they, I cannot be,
	Who are surpris'd withal; but my rejoicing
	At nothing can be more. I'll to my book;
	For yet, ere supper time, must I perform
	Much business appertaining.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 67><ACT 3><SCENE 3><66%>
<PROSPERO>	<66%>
<STAGE DIR>
<Aside.>
</STAGE DIR> Honest lord,
	Thou hast said well; for some of you there present
	Are worse than devils.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 68><ACT 3><SCENE 3><67%>
<PROSPERO>	<66%>
<STAGE DIR>
<Aside.>
</STAGE DIR> Praise in departing.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 69><ACT 3><SCENE 3><69%>
<PROSPERO>	<69%>
<STAGE DIR>
<Aside.>
</STAGE DIR> Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
	Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:
	Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated
	In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life
	And observation strange, my meaner ministers
	Their several kinds have done. My high charms work,
	And these mine enemies are all knit up
	In their distractions: they now are in my power;
	And in these fits I leave them, while I visit
	Young Ferdinand,—whom they suppose is drown'd,—
	And his and mine lov'd darling.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 70><ACT 4><SCENE 1><71%>
<PROSPERO>	<70%>
	If I have too austerely punish'd you,
	Your compensation makes amends; for I
	Have given you here a third of mine own life,
	Or that for which I live; whom once again
	I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations
	Were but my trials of thy love, and thou
	Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven,
	I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand!
	Do not smile at me that I boast her off,
	For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise,
	And make it halt behind her.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 71><ACT 4><SCENE 1><71%>
<PROSPERO>	<71%>
	Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition
	Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: but
	If thou dost break her virgin knot before
	All sanctimonious ceremonies may
	With full and holy rite be minister'd,
	No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall
	To make this contract grow; but barren hate,
	Sour-ey'd disdain and discord shall bestrew
	The union of your bed with weeds so loathly
	That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,
	As Hymen's lamps shall light you.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 72><ACT 4><SCENE 1><72%>
<PROSPERO>	<72%>
	Fairly spoke:
	Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own.
	What, Ariell my industrious servant Ariell

</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 73><ACT 4><SCENE 1><72%>
<PROSPERO>	<72%>
	Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service
	Did worthily perform; and I must use you
	In such another trick. Go bring the rabble,
	O'er 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.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 74><ACT 4><SCENE 1><72%>
<PROSPERO>	<72%>
	Ay, with a twink.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 75><ACT 4><SCENE 1><73%>
<PROSPERO>	<72%>
	Dearly my delicate Ariel. Do not approach
	Till thou dost hear me call.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 76><ACT 4><SCENE 1><73%>
<PROSPERO>	<73%>
	Look, thou be true; do not give dalliance
	Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw
	To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious,
	Or else good night your vow!
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 77><ACT 4><SCENE 1><73%>
<PROSPERO>	<73%>
	Well.—
	Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary,
	Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly.
	No tongue! all eyes! be silent.
<STAGE DIR>
<Soft music.>
</STAGE DIR>

</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 78><ACT 4><SCENE 1><76%>
<PROSPERO>	<76%>
	Spirits, which by mine art
	I have from their confines call'd to enact
	My present fancies.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 79><ACT 4><SCENE 1><76%>
<PROSPERO>	<76%>
	Sweet, now, silence!
	Juno and Ceres whisper seriously,
	There's something else to do: hush, and be mute,
	Or else our spell is marr'd.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 80><ACT 4><SCENE 1><77%>
<PROSPERO>	<77%>
<STAGE DIR>
<Aside.>
</STAGE DIR> I had forgot that foul conspiracy
	Of the beast Caliban, and his confederates
	Against my life: the minute of their plot
	Is almost come.—<STAGE DIR>
<To the Spirits.>
</STAGE DIR> Well done! avoid; no more!
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 81><ACT 4><SCENE 1><77%>
<PROSPERO>	<77%>
	You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort,
	As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir:
	Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
	As I foretold you, were all spirits and
	Are melted into air, into thin air:
	And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
	The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
	The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
	Yea, 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 sleep.—Sir, I am vex'd:
	Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled.
	Be not disturb'd with my infirmity.
	If you be pleas'd, retire into my cell
	And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,
	To still my beating mind.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 82><ACT 4><SCENE 1><78%>
<PROSPERO>	<78%>
	Come with a thought!—<STAGE DIR>
<To them.>
</STAGE DIR> I thank thee: Ariel, come!

</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 83><ACT 4><SCENE 1><78%>
<PROSPERO>	<78%>
	Spirit,
	We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 84><ACT 4><SCENE 1><78%>
<PROSPERO>	<79%>
	Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 85><ACT 4><SCENE 1><79%>
<PROSPERO>	<79%>
	This was well done, my bird.
	Thy shape invisible retain thou still:
	The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither,
	For stale to catch these thieves.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 86><ACT 4><SCENE 1><79%>
<PROSPERO>	<79%>
	A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
	Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,
	Humanely taken, are all lost, quite lost;
	And as with age his body uglier grows,
	So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,
	Even to roaring.

<STAGE DIR>
<Re-enter Ariel, loaden with glistering apparel, &c.>
</STAGE DIR>
	Come, hang them on this line.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 87><ACT 4><SCENE 1><83%>
<PROSPERO>	<83%>
	Hey, Mountain, hey!
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 88><ACT 4><SCENE 1><83%>
<PROSPERO>	<83%>
	Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark!
<STAGE DIR>
<Cal., Ste., and Trin. are driven out>
</STAGE DIR>
	Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints
	With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews
	With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them
	Than pard, or cat o' mountain.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 89><ACT 4><SCENE 1><83%>
<PROSPERO>	<83%>
	Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour
	Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:
	Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
	Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little,
	Follow, and do me service.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exeunt.>
</STAGE DIR>

</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 90><ACT 5><SCENE 1><83%>
<PROSPERO>	<83%>
	Now does my project gather to a head:
	My charms crack not; my spirits obey, and time
	Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 91><ACT 5><SCENE 1><84%>
<PROSPERO>	<84%>
	I did say so,
	When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit,
	How fares the king and's followers?
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 92><ACT 5><SCENE 1><84%>
<PROSPERO>	<84%>
	Dost thou think so, spirit?
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 93><ACT 5><SCENE 1><84%>
<PROSPERO>	<84%>
	And mine shall.
	Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
	Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
	One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
	Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd 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 sole 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.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 94><ACT 5><SCENE 1><85%>
<PROSPERO>	<85%>
	Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves;
	And ye, that on the sands with printless foot
	Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him
	When he comes back; you demi-puppets, that
	By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make
	Whereof the ewe 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 bedimm'd
	The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
	And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd 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-bas'd promontory
	Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up
	The pine and cedar: graves at my command
	Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let them forth
	By my so potent art. But this rough magic
	I here abjure; and, when I have requir'd
	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,
	I'll drown my book.
<STAGE DIR>
<Solemn music.>
</STAGE DIR>

<STAGE DIR>
<Re-enter Ariel: after him, Alonso, with a frantic...>
<... gesture, attended by Gonzalo; Sebastian and Antonio...>
<... in like manner, attended by Adrian and Francisco:...>
<... they all enter the circle which Prospero had made,...>
<... and there stand charmed; which Prospero observing, speaks.>
</STAGE DIR>
	A solemn air and the best comforter
	To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
	Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,
	For you are spell-stopp'd.
	Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
	Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,
	Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace;
	And as the morning steals upon the night,
	Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
	Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
	Their clearer reason.—O good Gonzalo!
	My true preserver, and a loyal sir
	To him thou follow'st, 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;—
	Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.—Flesh and blood,
	You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
	Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,—
	Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,—
	Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
	Unnatural though thou art!—Their understanding
	Begins to swell, and the approaching tide
	Will shortly fill the reasonable shores
	That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them
	That yet looks on me, or would know me.—Ariel,
	Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:—
<STAGE DIR>
<Exit Ariel.>
</STAGE DIR>
	I will discase me, and myself present,
	As I was sometime Milan.—Quickly, spirit;
	Thou shalt ere long be free.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 95><ACT 5><SCENE 1><88%>
<PROSPERO>	<88%>
	Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee;
	But yet thou shalt have freedom;—so, so, so.—
	To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:
	There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
	Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain
	Being awake, enforce them to this place,
	And presently, I prithee.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 96><ACT 5><SCENE 1><88%>
<PROSPERO>	<89%>
	Behold, sir king,
	The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero.
	For more assurance that a living prince
	Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
	And to thee and thy company I bid
	A hearty welcome.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 97><ACT 5><SCENE 1><89%>
<PROSPERO>	<89%>
	First, noble friend,
	Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot
	Be measur'd, or confin'd.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 98><ACT 5><SCENE 1><89%>
<PROSPERO>	<89%>
	You do yet taste
	Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you
	Believe things certain.—Welcome! my friends all:—
<STAGE DIR>
<Aside to Seb. and Ant.>
</STAGE DIR> But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,
	I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you,
	And justify you traitors: at this time
	I will tell no tales.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 99><ACT 5><SCENE 1><89%>
<PROSPERO>	<90%>
	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.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 100><ACT 5><SCENE 1><90%>
<PROSPERO>	<90%>
	I am woe for't, sir.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 101><ACT 5><SCENE 1><90%>
<PROSPERO>	<90%>
	I rather think
	You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace,
	For the like loss I have her sovereign aid,
	And rest myself content.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 102><ACT 5><SCENE 1><90%>
<PROSPERO>	<90%>
	As great to me, as late; and, supportable
	To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
	Than you may call to comfort you, for I
	Have lost my daughter.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 103><ACT 5><SCENE 1><90%>
<PROSPERO>	<91%>
	In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords
	At this encounter do so much admire
	That they devour their reason, and scarce think
	Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
	Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have
	Been justled from your senses, know for certain
	That I am Prospero and that very duke
	Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely
	Upon this shore, where you were wrack'd, was landed,
	To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;
	For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
	Not a relation for a breakfast nor
	Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
	This cell's my court: here have I few attendants
	And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.
	My dukedom since you have given me again,
	I will requite you with as good a thing;
	At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye
	As much as me my dukedom.

</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 104><ACT 5><SCENE 1><92%>
<PROSPERO>	<92%>
	'Tis new to thee.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 105><ACT 5><SCENE 1><93%>
<PROSPERO>	<93%>
	There, sir, stop:
	Let us not burden our remembrances
	With a heaviness that's gone.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 106><ACT 5><SCENE 1><94%>
<PROSPERO>	<95%>
<STAGE DIR>
<Aside to Ari.>
</STAGE DIR> My tricksy spirit!
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 107><ACT 5><SCENE 1><95%>
<PROSPERO>	<95%>
<STAGE DIR>
<Aside to Ari.>
</STAGE DIR> Bravely, my diligence! Thou shalt be free.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 108><ACT 5><SCENE 1><95%>
<PROSPERO>	<96%>
	Sir, my liege,
	Do not infest your mind with beating on
	The strangeness of this business: at pick'd leisure
	Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you,—
	Which to you shall seem probable,—of every
	These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful,
	And think of each thing well.—<STAGE DIR>
<Aside to Ari.>
</STAGE DIR> Come hither, spirit;
	Set Caliban and his companions free;
	Untie the spell. <STAGE DIR>
<Exit Ari.>
</STAGE DIR> How fares my gracious sir?
	There are yet missing of your company
	Some few odd lads that you remember not.

</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 109><ACT 5><SCENE 1><96%>
<PROSPERO>	<97%>
	Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,
	Then say, if they be true.—This mis-shapen knave,—
	His mother was a witch; and one so strong
	That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,
	And deal in her command without her power.
	These three have robb'd me; and this demidevil,—
	For he's a bastard one,—had plotted with them
	To take my life: two of these fellows you
	Must know and own; this thing of darkness I
	Acknowledge mine.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 110><ACT 5><SCENE 1><97%>
<PROSPERO>	<98%>
	You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 111><ACT 5><SCENE 1><97%>
<PROSPERO>	<98%>
	He is as disproportion'd in his manners As in his shape.—Go, sirrah, to my cell;
	Take with you your companions: as you look
	To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 112><ACT 5><SCENE 1><98%>
<PROSPERO>	<98%>
	Go to; away!
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 113><ACT 5><SCENE 1><98%>
<PROSPERO>	<98%>
	Sir, I invite your highness and your train
	To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest
	For this one night; which—part of it—I'll waste
	With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it
	Go quick away; the story of my life
	And the particular accidents gone by
	Since I came to this isle: and in the morn
	I'll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
	Where I have hope to see the nuptial
	Of these our dear-beloved solemniz'd;
	And thence retire me to my Milan, where
	Every third thought shall be my grave.
</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 114><ACT 5><SCENE 1><99%>
<PROSPERO>	<99%>
	I'll deliver all;
	And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales
	And sail so expeditious that shall catch
	Your royal fleet far off.—<STAGE DIR>
<Aside to Ari.>
</STAGE DIR> My Ariel, chick,
	That is thy charge: then to the elements
	Be free, and fare thou well!—Please you, draw near.
<STAGE DIR>
<Exeunt.>
</STAGE DIR>

</PROSPERO>

<SPEECH 115><ACT 5><SCENE 1><99%>
<PROSPERO>	<99%>
	Now my charms are all o'erthrown,
	And what strength I have's mine own;
	Which is most faint: now, 'tis true,
	I must be here confin'd by you,
	Or sent to Naples Let me not,
	Since I have my dukedom got
	And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell
	In this bare island by your spell;
	But release me from my bands
	With the help of your good hands.
	Gentle breath of yours my sails
	Must fill, or else my project fails,
	Which was to please. Now I want
	Spirits to enforce, art to enchant;
	And my ending is despair,
	Unless I be reliev'd by prayer,
	Which pierces so that it assaults
	Mercy itself and frees all faults.
	As you from crimes would pardon'd be,
	Let your indulgence set me free.
 </PROSPERO>

