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The Tempest

Act V, Scene 1

 

Before the cell of PROSPERO.
 
[Enter PROSPERO (in his magic robes) and ARIEL.]
 
PROSPERO.
       ,      2      ,         ,        ,       ,
      Now does my | project | gather | to a | head:
      <-        T     T    T          x        ,          ,
        My || charms crack not;| my spirits | obey,| and time
            ,   ,               ,           ,          ,
      Goes^up|right with | his car|riage. How's | the day?
 
ARIEL.
                 ,     ,     ,           ,          ,
      On the / sixth hour,| at which | time, my | lord
      <-         ,          ,             ,
        You || said our | work should | cease.
 
PROSPERO.
                                                   T   T   T
                                              I | did say so,
             ,          ,          ,         ,          x
      When first | I raised | the tem|pest. Say | my spirit,
            ,          ,        2     ,     3
      How fares | the King | and his fol|lowers?
 
ARIEL.
                                                      ,        ,      2->
                                                 Confined | togeth||er
                 ,    ,       ,         ,         ,
10    In the / same fash|ion as | you gave | in charge;
        ,             ,           ,      ,         ,
      Just as | you left | them: all | prison|ers sir
                 ,    ,            ,         ,            ,
      In the / line-grove | which wea|ther-fends | your cell,
            ,        ,            ,        ,           ,
      They can|not budge | till your | release.| The King,
            ,      2      ,     .  T   T    T          ,       ->
      His broth|er, and yours,| abide all three | distract||ed,
       ,       2    ,        ,       ,       ,
      And | the remain|der mourn|ing o|ver them,
        ,      2      ,        ,       ,           ,
      Brim full of | sorrow | and dis|may; but | chiefly
       ,           ,               ,          ,        ,    ->
      Him you | termed sir,| the good | old lord,| Gonza||lo,  ????
             ,          ,          ,           ,          ,
      His tears | run down | his beard,| like win|ter's drops
             ,          ,            ,          ,         ,          2->
      From eaves | of reeds;| your charm | so strong|ly works || them
          2    ,     ,       ,           ,       ,
20    That if you | now be|held them,| your af|fections
           2   ,      ,
      Would become | tender.
 
PROSPERO.
                               ,           ,         ,
                             Dost thou | think so,| spirit?
 
ARIEL.
        ,            ,            ,
      Mine would,| sir, were | I hum|an.
 
PROSPERO.
                                                 ,    ,
                                         And / mine shall.
             ,           ,         ,        ,         ,      2->
      Hast thou |(which art | but air)| a touch,| a feel||ing
           ,         ,                 ,    ,        ,
      Of their | afflic|tions, and / shall not | myself,
       ,    2          ,           ,        ,         ,
      One of their | kind, that | relish | all as | sharply,
       ,     2       ,          ,   2      ,            ,
      Passion as | they, be | kindlier | moved than | thou art?
         ,                  ,       ,             ,       2      ,
      Though with | their high | wrongs I | am struck | to the quick,
       ,              ,       ,     2    ,         ,    ->
30    Yet, with | my no|bler rea|son against | my fu||ry
          ,   ,      ,          ,       ,          2->
      Do/ I take | part: the | rarer | action || is
          ,         ,        ,            ,      2    ,     2  ->
      In vir|tue, than | in ven|geance: they,| being pen||itent,
              ,    ,       2    ,         ,        ,
      The / sole drift | of my pur|pose doth | extend
         2    ,      ,         ,       ,          ,  2
      Not a frown | further:| go, re|lease them | Ariel,
           ,             ,            ,        ,        ,
      My charms | I'll break,| their sen|ses I'll | restore,
            ,           ,         ,
      And they | shall be | themselves.
 
ARIEL.
                                              ,            ,
                                       I'll fetch | them, sir.
 
[Exit.]
 
PROSPERO.
           ,      .   T       T      T         T            T
      Ye elves | of hills, brooks, stan|ding lakes,| and groves;
           ,         ,         ,            ,          ,
      And ye,| that on | the sands | with print|less foot
           ,          ,       ,         ,        ,       ->
40    Do chase | the eb|bing Nep|tune, and | do fly | him
          2       ,     ,         ,     ,         ,
      When he / comes back;| you de|mi-pup|pets that
           ,    ,     2        T    T     T         ,
      By moon|shine do the | green sour ring|lets make,
            ,        ,          ,          ,            ,    ,  ->
      Whereof | the ewe | not bites;| and you,| whose^pas||time
        2            ,          ,    ,               ,
      Is to | make* mid|night mush|rooms, that | rejoice
           ,         ,       ,        ,          ,
      To hear | the sol|emn cur|few; by | whose^aid
             ,          ,         ,   ,             ,
      (Weak^ma|sters though | ye be)| I have | bedimmed
            ,        ,             ,        ,    2     ,
      The noon|tide^sun,| called^forth the mu|tinous winds,
             ,            ,     ,             ,        ,
      And 'twixt | the green | sea and | the az|ured vault
            ,       ,      2       ,     ,           ,
      Set roar|ing war:| to the dread | rattling | thunder
                 x     ,           x        T     T    T
50    Have I / given fire,| and rifted | Jove's stout oak
          2     ,      ,            T     T    T      x
      With his own | bolt: the | strong-based pro|montory
           ,          ,           ,         T      T     T
      Have I | made^shake, and | by the | spurs plucked up
            ,         ,         ,         ,       ,
      The pine | and ce|dar: graves | at my | command
             ,             ,          ,         ,           ,
      Have waked | their sleep|ers, oped,| and let | them forth
          ,       ,       ,       2       ,      ,
      By my | so pot|ent art.| But this rough | magic
          ,        ,          ,        ,         ,
      I here | abjure;| and when | I have | required
             ,   2    ,        ,       2   ,       ,
      Some heav|enly mu|sic (which | even now | I do)
           ,          ,      ,           ,        ,
      To work | mine^end | upon | their sen|ses that
            ,      ,         ,           ,          ,
      This air|y charm | is for,| I'll break | my staff,
       ,         ,        ,        ,         ,
60    Bury | it cer|tain fa|thoms in | the earth,
            ,       ,         ,      ,        ,
      And deep|er than | did ev|er plum|met sound
             ,          ,
      I'll drown | my book.  \\
 
[Solemn music. Re-enter ARIEL: after him, ALONSO, with 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.]
         ,       ,                ,   ,      ,
      A sol|emn air,| and the / best com|forter,
               , ,        ,        ,           ,
      To an / unset|tled fan|cy, cure | thy brains
            ,           ,         ,          ,      ___      ___   ->
      (Now use|less) boiled | within | thy skull:| There || stand
           ,          ,      ___     oo
      For you | are spell-|stopped.|
       ,         ,      ,    ,      ,
      Holy | Gonza|lo, ho|nora|ble man,
             ,    ,       ,     ,             ,         ,
      Mine^eyes | even | socia|ble to | the show | of thine
        ,   ,            ,            ,          ,      __
      Fall fel/lowly | drops: The | charm dis|solves a|pace,  (hex with prev)
           ,         ,         ,       ,          ,
70    And as | the morn|ing steals | upon | the night
        ,     2        ,         ,          ,        ,
      (Melting the | darkness)| so their | rising | senses
         ,         ,          ,   2      ,           ,      2->
      Begin | to chase | the ig|norant fumes | that man||tle
              ,       ,       ,     ,       ,
      Their clear|er rea|son. O | good Gon|zalo
           ,        ,        ,       ,      ,
      My true | preser|ver, and | a loy|al sir,
          ,          ,         ,         ,         ,      ->
      To him | thou fol|lowst; I | will pay | thy gra||ces
        ,      ,         ,           T    T     T      2->
      Home | both in | word, and | deed: Most cruel||ly
              ,      ,       ,     ,     2       ,
      Didst thou | Alon|so, use | me, and my | daughter:
            ,       ,       ,     2    ,        ,
      Thy broth|er was | a fur|therer in | the act,
          2       ,         2    ,       ,    2     ,           ,
      Thou art pinched | for it now | Sebas|tian. Flesh,| and blood,
           ,         ,        3  3    ,       ,      o
80    You bro|ther mine,| that entertain | ambi|tion,
           ,          ,         ,        ,        2   ,    3 3->
      Expelled | remorse,| and na|ture, who,| with Sebas|tian
              ,       ,         ,                ,     ,
      (Whose^in|ward pin|ches there|fore are / most strong)
              ,            ,            ,    ,   2      ,
      Would here | have killed | your king:| I do for|give thee,
         ,   2      ,           ,           ,      ,       2->
      Unnat|ural though | thou art:| Their^un|derstand||ing
          ,         ,      ,             ,        ,
      Begins | to swell,| and the | approach|ing tide
             ,        ,         ,     ,        ,
      Will short|ly fill | the rea|sona|ble shores
            ,          ,         ,       ,     ,    2
      That now | lie foul,| and mud|dy: Not | one of them
            ,           ,        ,           ,        ,   2   ->
      That yet | looks^on | me, or | would know | me: A||riel,
        ,       2     ,         ,  2    ,        ,
      Fetch | me the hat,| and ra|pier in | my cell,
 
[Exit ARIEL]
          ,        ,          ,        ,        ,
90    I will | discase | me, and | myself | present
       T T  T          ,     ,        ,         ,     ->
      As I was | sometime | Milan:| Quickly || spirit,
             ,           ,         ,    oo
      Thou shalt | ere long | be free.|
 
[ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire PROSPERO.]
 
ARIEL
        ,          ,           ,         _
      Where the | bee sucks^|there suck^|I:
       ,       ,          ,      ___
      In a | cowslip's^|bell I | lie;
        ,         ,            ,       ___
      There I | couch when | owls do | cry.
       ,        ,          ,      ___
      On the | bat's back^|I do | fly
       ,       ,        ,    __
      After | summer | merri|ly:
       ,         ,          ,            ___
      Merrily,| merrily,| shall I live | now
       ,            ,              ,             ___
      Under the | blossom that | hangs on the | bough.
 
PROSPERO.
            ,           ,      ,  2    2          ,    ,
100   Why that's | my dain|ty Ar|iel: I shall / miss thee,
           ,           ,             x       T   T   T
      but yet | thou shalt | have freedom:| so, so, so.
                 ,      ,       ,   2    ,         ,
      To the / king's ship,| invi|sible as | thou art:
        ,                  ,         ,     ,        ,
      There shalt | thou find | the ma|riners | asleep
       ,   2        ,             ,       ,          ,        ->
      Under the | hatches; | the mas|ter and | the boat||swain
       ,    2   ,        ,           ,          ,
      Be|ing awake,| enforce | them to | this place,
            ,      ,       ,       o   oo
      And pres|ently,| I pri|thee.   |
 
ARIEL.
          ,          ,        ,         ,       ,
      I drink | the air | before | me, and | return
          ,           ,      ___     __     oo
      Or ere | your pulse | twice | beat. |
 
[Exit]
 
GONZALO.
           ,          ,        ,       ,       ,       2->
      All tor|ment, trou|ble, won|der and | amaze||ment
         ,        ,          ,    2     x       ,
110   Inha|bits here:| some hea|venly power | guide us
       ,    2         ,         ,
      Out of this | fearful | country.
 
PROSPERO.
                                             ,          ,
                                         Behold | sir King
            ,        ,        ,        ,     ,
      The wrong|ed Duke | of Mi|lan, Pros|pero.
            ,       ,         ,       ,        ,
      For more | assur|ance that | a liv|ing prince
            ,      ,          ,    2     ,          ,
      Does now | speak to | thee, I em|brace thy | body,
           ,         ,         ,     ,      ,
      And to | thee and | thy com|pany | I bid
          ,      ,      2
      A hear|ty wel|come.
 
ALONSO.
                                 ,           ,       ,
                         Where thou | beest^he | or no,
           ,        ,        ,      ,      ,       2->
      Or some | enchan|ted trif|le to | abuse || me
            ,        ,          ,         ,          ,
120   (As late | I have | been) I | not know:| thy pulse
        ,     2        ,          ,            ,        ,  
      Beats as of | flesh and | blood: and | since I | saw thee,
         2    ,        ,        ,       ,            ,
      The afflic|tion of | my mind | amends,| with which
          ,       ,         ,          ,           ,
      I fear | a mad|ness held | me: this | must crave
            ,         ,       ,    .   T     T     T      ->
      (And if | this be | at all)| a most strange sto||ry.
       ,      ,        2    ,         ,       ,
      Thy | dukedom | I resign,| and do | entreat
            ,       ,         ,          ,             ,      , ->
      Thou par|don me | my wrongs:| But how | should Pros||pero
          ,       ,         ,    oo
      Be liv|ing and | be here?|
 
PROSPERO.
       ___     ,        __
      First,| noble | friend,  \\
       ,    2     ,           ,           ,        ,
      Let me em|brace thine^|age, whose^|honour | cannot
           ,         ,        ,
130   Be meas|ured, or | confined.
 
GONZALO.
                                    ,             ,
                                  Whether | this be,
       ,       ,                ,
      Or be | not, I'll | not swear.
 
PROSPERO.
                                          ,         ,
                                     You do | yet taste
            ,       ,      2      ,        2      ,     ,
      Some sub|tleties | of the isle,| that will not | let you
          ,             ,         ,                ,     ,
      Believe | things^cer|tain. Wel|come, my / friends all:
 
[Aside to SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO]
           ,         ,          ,       ,   2      ,
      But you,| my brace | of lords,| were I so | minded
          ,            ,           ,          ,       ,        2->
      I here | could pluck | his high|ness' frown | upon || you
           ,     ,         ,         ,          ,
      And jus|tify | you trai|tors: at | this time
       2       ,         ,
      I will tell | no tales.
 
SEBASTIAN.
                                   ,        ,       2
140                           The dev|il speaks | in him.
 
PROSPERO.
                                                          ,
                                                         No:
           ,           ,      ,                ,    ,      2->
      For you |(most wick|ed sir)| whom to / call broth||er
             ,   2    ,         ,        ,       ,
      Would ev|en infect | my mouth,| I do | forgive
            ,        ,      ,              ,        ,
      Thy rank|est fault,| all of | them; and | require
          ,        ,           ,          ,         ,
      My duke|dom of | thee, which,| perforce | I know
             ,        ,
      Thou must | restore.
 
ALONSO.
                               ,      ,     ,
                          If thou | beest Pros/pero,
          x        ,   2      ,        ,      ,
      Give us par|ticulars | of thy | preser|vation,
            ,          ,         ,           ,             ,
      How thou | hast met | us here,| whom three | hours^since
              ,        ,           ,           ,          ,
150   Were wracked | upon | this^shore?| Where I | have lost
             ,           ,          ,       ,          ,
      (How sharp | the point | of this | remem|brance is)
           ,     T     Tx  T
      My dear | son Ferdinand.
 
PROSPERO.
                                2    ,       2     ,
                               I am woe | for it, sir.
 
ALONSO.
         ,       ,   ,         ,         ,        ->
      Irrep|ara/ble is | the loss,| and pa||tience
        ,      2     ,          ,
      Says | it is past | her cure.
 
PROSPERO.
                                       ,       ,
                                   I rath|er think
                  ,     ,           ,     .   T     T    T
      You have / not sought | her help,| of whose soft grace,
                  ,    ,    ,             ,     2    ,
      For the / like loss | I have | her sov|ereign aid,
            ,        ,        ,
      And rest | myself | content.
 
ALONSO.
                                    T   .    T    T
160                                You the like loss?
 
PROSPERO.
           ,         ,        ,       2    ,      3 
      As great | to me,| as late,| and support||able
      <-3     ,            ,      T     T  T     T     T    T     2->
          To make || the dear | loss, have I | means much weak||er
            ,          ,        ,        ,        ,
      Than you | may call | to com|fort you,| for I
             ,         ,        o
      Have lost | my daugh|ter.
 
ALONSO.
                                        ,
                                   A daught|er?
      <- ,       x              ,          ,         ,        ,
         O || heavens, that | they were | living | both in | Naples,
            ,          ,        ,                 ,        ,
      The king | and queen | there, that | they were,| I wish
          ,          ,       ,         ,     ,
      Myself | were mud|ded in | that oo|zy bed
                  ,    ,      ,     2        ,           ,
      Where my / son lies.| When did you | lose your | daughter?
 
PROSPERO.
                  ,   ,        ,        ,             ,
170   In this / last tem|pest. I | perceive,| these lords
           ,        ,       ,        ,        ,
      At this | encoun|ter do | so much | admire
             ,        ,           ,                ,     ,
      That they | devour | their rea|son, and / scarce think
              ,        ,     ,        ,             ,
      Their^eyes | do off|ices | of truth:| their words
           ,   2     ,           ,     ,          ,
      Are nat|ural breath;| but how|soere | you have
            ,         ,          ,         ,         ,       2->
      Been just|led from | your sen|ses, know | for cer||tain
           ,       ,      ,      2      ,      ,
      That I | am Pro|spero,| and that ve|ry duke
           2       ,       ,         ,       ,           ,
      Which was thrust | forth of | Milan,| who most^|strangely
         ,          ,            ,            ,          ,      2->
      Upon | this shore |(where you | were wracked) was lan||ded
          ,         ,      2     ,         ,         ,
      To be | the lord | on it: No | more yet | of this;
            ,        ,      ,       ,        ,
180   For 'tis | a chron|icle | of day | by day,
       ,         ,       ,        ,         ,
      Not a | rela|tion for | a break|fast nor
         ,                ,     ,        ,         ,
      Befit|ting this / first meet|ing. Wel|come, sir:
             ,           ,       ,      2     ,      ,
      This cell's | my court:| here have I | few at|tendants
           ,          ,        ,      ,              ,
      And sub|jects none | abroad:| pray you,| look^in.
           ,        ,        2      ,      ,      ,
      My duke|dom since | you have giv|en me | again,
          ,        ,           ,         ,        ,
      I will | requite | you with | as good | a thing;
           ,             ,        ,         2      ,   ,
      At least | bring forth | a won|der, to con/tent ye
           ,        ,        ,
      As much | as me | my duke|dom.  \\
 
[The entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess.]
 
MIRANDA.
              ,          ,         ,
      Sweet^lord,| you play | me false.
 
FERDINAND.
       ,        ,        __
190   No my | dearest | love,
          ,      ,              ,
      I would | not for | the world.   (tri with prev two?)
 
MIRANDA.
       ,      2      ,          ,         ,             ,
      Yes, for a | score of | kingdoms | you should | wrangle,
          ,             x       T    T
      And I | would call it | fair play.
 
ALONSO.
                                          T          ,
                                         If | this prove
         ,   ,    2       ,        T    T   T
      A vi|sion of the | island,| one dear son
                  ,     ,
      Shall I / twice lose.
 
SEBASTIAN.
                                      ,   ,    ,
                            A most^/high mir|acle.
 
FERDINAND.
                     ,     ,         ,         ,     ,
      Though the / seas threat|en, they | are mer|ciful:
       2        ,         2     ,      ,
      I have cursed | them without | cause.
 
[Kneels to ALONSO.]
 
ALONSO.
                                                   ,          ,
200                                         Now | all the | blessings
               ,   ,       ,         ,       ,
      Of a / glad fa|ther com|pass thee | about:
         ,         ,       2       ,
      Arise,| and say | how thou camst | here.
 
MIRANDA.
                                              ,    ,
                                              O | wonder!
       ,    2      ,        ,          ,            ,
      How many | goodly | creatures | are there | here?
      <-         ,   2      T   T   T       ,           ,
        How || beauteous | mankind is?| O brave | new^world
            ,          ,        x
      That has | such peo|ple in it.
 
PROSPERO.
                                            ,         ,
                                      'Tis new | to thee.
 
ALONSO.
        ,              ,           ,           ,         ,
      What is | this maid,| with whom | thou wast | at play?
            ,     2    ,          ,             ,     ,
      Your eld|est acquain|tance can|not be / three hours:
          ,         ,         ,          ,        ,
210   Is she | the god|dess that | hath sev|ered us,
             ,           ,       ,
      And brought | us thus | toge|ther?
 
FERDINAND.
                                         ,       2    ,      ->
                                        Sir,| she is mor||tal;
       ,        ,   2     ,      ,             ,
      But | by im|mortal Pro|vidence | she's^mine.
          ,           ,        ,          ,        ,      ->
      I chose | her when | I could | not ask | my fa||ther
           ,        ,           ,         ,          ,
      For his | advice,| nor thought | I had | one. She
           ,        ,         ,        ,        ,      ->
      Is daugh|ter to | this fa|mous Duke | of Mi||lan,
       ,     ,        ,       2       ,         ,
      Of | whom so | often | I have heard | renown,
           ,      ,       ,          ,        ,
      But ne|ver saw | before;| of whom | I have
           ,        ,        ,         ,       ,      2->
      Received | a sec|ond life:| and sec|ond fa||ther
            ,      ,          ,
220   This la|dy makes | him to | me.
 
ALONSO.
                                     ,        ,
                                     I | am hers:
          ,         ,       ,         ,          ,
      But O, | how odd|ly will | it sound,| that I
            ,         ,         ,
      Must ask | my child | forgive|ness?
 
PROSPERO.
                                           ,           ,
                                         There | sir stop:
       ,    2       ,        ,      ,       ,
      Let us not | burden | our re|membran|ces with
          ,    2              ,
      A heav|iness that's / gone.
 
GONZALO.
                                 ,         ,      ,
                                 I | have in|ly wept,
            ,            ,           ,           ,          ,
      Or should | have spoke | ere this.| Look^down,| you gods,
           ,         ,        ,        ,        ,
      And on | this cou|ple drop | a bles|sed crown;
           ,       ,                   ,      ,          ,
230   For it | is you | that have / chalked forth | the way
               ,           ,     2
      Which brought | us hith|er.
 
ALONSO.
                                     ,      ,        ,    2->
                                  I say | Amen,| Gonza||lo.
 
GONZALO.
           ,        ,       ,   ,          2       ,
      Was Mi|lan thrust | from Mi/lan, that his | issue
                  ,    ,         ,       ,       ,
      Should be/come kings | of Na|ples? O | rejoice
          ,       ,       ,         ,         ,
      Beyond | a com|mon joy,| and set | it down
             ,        ,          x          ,     ,
      With gold | on las|ting pillars.| In one | voyage
            ,    ,         ,         ,        ,     2->
      Did Clar|ibel | her hus|band find | at Tun||is,
           ,      ,         ,          ,         ,
      And Fer|dinand | her bro|ther, found | a wife
             ,       ,           ,      ,  2           ,      ->
      Where he | himself | was lost;| Prospero | his duke||dom
        2      ,    ,         ,        ,        ,
240   In a / poor isle;| and all | of us | ourselves,
            ,        ,         ,
      When no | man was | his own.
 
ALONSO.
                                    ,              ,
[To FERDINAND and MIRANDA]  Give me | your hands:
            ,          ,        ,         ,           ,
      Let grief | and sor|row still | embrace | his heart
             ,          ,         ,
      That doth | not wish | you joy.
 
GONZALO.
                                       2    ,     ,
                                     Be it so.| Amen!
 
[Re-enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following.]
          ,           ,           ,         ,        ,
      O look | sir, look | sir, Here | is more | of us.
         ,       ,      2   ,         ,         ,
      I pro|phesied,| if a gal|lows were | on land,
            ,        ,           ,      ,    ,
      This fel|low could | not drown.| Now blas/phemy,
              ,        ,         ,               ,         ,
      That swearst | grace ore|board, not | an oath | on shore?
             ,         ,          ,          ,         ,
250   Hast thou | no mouth | by land?| What is | the news?
 
BOATSWAIN.
            ,      ,             ,          ,       ,
      The best | news is | that we | have safe|ly found
            ,         ,     ,         ,           ,
      Our king | and com|pany:| the next,| our ship,
                    ,     ,        ,          ,          ,
      Which but / three glass|es since | we gave | out split,
           ,           ,          ,         ,          ,
      Is tight | and yare,| and brave|ly rigged | as when
           ,          ,        ,
      We first | put out | to sea.
 
ARIEL.
                                    ,     2        ,
[Aside to PROSPERO]         Sir, all this | service
           ,     ,              ,
      Have I | done since | I went.
 
PROSPERO.
                                        ,         x
[Aside to ARIEL]             My trick|sy spirit!
 
ALONSO.
        ,          ,   ,   2       ,              ,
      These are | not nat/ural e|vents; they | strengthen
              ,            ,        ,          ,         ,       2->
260   From strange | to strang|er: Say,| how came | you hith||er?
 
BOATSWAIN
         ,         ,      ,              ,       ,
      If I | did think,| sir, I | were well | awake,
             ,          ,          ,          ,         ,
      I'd strive | to tell | you. We | were dead | of sleep,
            ,         ,     ,            ,             ,       ->
      And (how | we know | not) all | clapped un|der hatch||es,
        ,        3 3    ,            ,           ,    2   ,      2->
      Where,| but even now,| with strange | and sev|eral noi||ses
           ,          ,          ,         ,          ,
      Of roar|ing, shriek|ing, howl|ing, jing|ling chains,
            ,       ,    3 3      ,      ,   ,
      And more | diver|sity of sounds,| all hor/rible.
       ,           ,        ,              ,     ,
      We were | awaked;| straightway,| at lib|erty:
             ,       ,          ,      ,           ,
      Where we,| in all | our trim,| freshly | beheld
           ,        ,         ,         ,         ,      ->
      Our roy|al, good,| and gal|lant ship;| our mas||ter
       ,    3  3    ,          ,       ,           ,         ->
270   Cap|ering to eye | her: on | a trice,| so please || you,
      ,    3  3    ,           ,      ,       ,         ->
      E|ven in a dream,| were we | divid|ed from || them,
         2          ,     ,        ,
      And were / brought mop|ing hith|er.
 
ARIEL.
                                            2       ,    ,
[Aside to PROSPERO]                Was it / well done?
 
PROSPERO.
        ,           ,     ,            ,          ,
      Bravely,| my dil|igence.| Thou shalt | be free.
 
ALONSO.
            ,         ,          ,        ,          ,
      This is | as strange | a maze | as ere | men trod;
            ,      ,   2        ,           ,          ,
      And there | is in this | business | more than | nature
           ,     ,        ,         ,    ,
      Was ev|er con|duct of:| some^or|acle
            ,     ,         ,
      Must rec|tify | our know|ledge.
 
PROSPERO.
                                      ,         ,
                                     Sir,| my liege,
          ,        ,           ,           ,       ,
280   Do not | infest | your mind | with beat|ing on
             ,        2     ,     ,               ,      ,
      The strange|ness of this | business:| at picked | leisure
               ,          ,        ,        ,        ,         2->
      (Which shall | be short|ly) sin|gle I'll | resolve || you
              ,                 ,   ,     ,       ,    3 3->
      (Which to | you shall / seem pro|bable)| of e||very
             ,         ,     ,            ,         ,       2->
      These hap|pened ac|cidents;| till when,| be cheer||ful
            ,      .   T    T     T            ,         x
      And think | of each thing well. | Come hith|er, spirit;
           ,    ,         ,        ,         ,
      Set Cal|iban | and his | compan|ions free;
         ,          ,            ,         ,         ,
      Untie | the spell. | How fares | my gra|cious sir?
             ,         ,        ,         ,     ,
      There are | yet mis|sing of | your com|pany
            ,          ,          ,       ,       ,
      Some few | odd lads | that you | remem|ber not.
 
[Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel.]
 
STEPHANO.
Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself, for all is but fortune. Coragio! bully-monster, Coragio!
 
TRINCULO.
If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight.
 
CALIBAN.
         ,    ,                 ,     ,     2   ,
290   O Set|ebos,| these be / brave spir|its indeed.
            ,        ,       ,      ,       ,
      How fine | my mas|ter is?| I am | afraid
       T   T    T    ,
      He will chas|tise me.
 
SEBASTIAN.
                               ,
                           Ha ha!
              ,           ,          ,       ,   ,
      What things | are these,| my lord | Anto|nio?
            ,      ,
      Will mon|ey buy | them?
 
ANTONIO.
                              ,      ,     ,    2
                             Ver|y like;| one of them
               ,     ,         ,          ,    2  ,
      Is a / plain fish,| and no | doubt mar|ketable.
 
PROSPERO.
        ,             ,       ,          ,         ,
      Mark but | the bad|ges of | these^men,| my lords,
            ,         ,         ,        2     ,       ,
      Then say | if they | be true.| This misshap|en knave;
           ,       ,        ,          ,          ,
300   His mo|ther was | a witch;| and one | so strong
             ,          ,          ,           ,           ,
      That could | control | the moon,| make flows,| and ebbs,
            ,        ,         ,         ,          ,
      And deal | in her | command | without | her power.
        ,        2          ,         ,          ,     ,
      These three^have | robbed me;| and this | demi-|devil
             ,       ,        ,          ,        ,         2->
      (For he's | a bas|tard one)| had plot|ted with || them
           ,         ,     ,              ,        ,
      To take | my life:| two of | these fel|lows you
             ,         ,           ,          ,       ,
      Must know | and own;| this thing | of dark|ness I
          ,          ,
      Acknow|ledge mine.
 
CALIBAN.
                        ,               ,           ,
                        I shall | be pinched | to death.
 
ALONSO.
          ,           ,     ,        ,       ,       ->
      Is not | this Steph|ano,| my drunk|en but||ler?
 
SEBASTIAN.
       ,    T   T    T           ,         ,
310   He | is drunk now:| where had | he wine?
 
ALONSO.
            ,     ,        ,        ,      ,                 ->
      And Trin|culo | is reel|ing-ripe:| where should || they
        ,           ,      ,         ,          ,             ->
      Find | this grand | liquor | that hath | gilded || them?
       ,      ,           ,         ,        oo
      How | camst thou | in this | pickle? |
 
TRINCULO.
I have been in such a pickle since I saw you last that, I fear me, will never out of my bones. I shall not fear fly-blowing.
 
SEBASTIAN.
Who how now Stephano?
 
STEPHANO.
O touch me not, I am not Stephano, but a cramp.
 
PROSPERO.
You'd be king of the isle, sirrah?
 
STEPHANO.
I should have been a sore one, then.
 
ALONSO [Pointing to CALIBAN]
        ,    2        ,          ,         ,         ,
314   This is as | strange a | thing as | ere I | looked on.
 
PROSPERO
       ,   2      ,      ,           ,        ,
      He is as | dispro|portioned | in his | manners
          ,         ,      ,  ,                 ,
      As in | his shape.| Go sir/rah, to | my cell;
             ,          ,        ,         ,         ,
      Take with | you your | compan|ions: as | you look
           ,        ,         ,         ,       ,
      To have | my par|don, trim | it hand|somely.
 
CALIBAN.
       ,      2      ,           ,         ,        ,
      Aye that I | will; and | I'll be | wise here|after,
            ,          ,                 ,     ,      ,
320   And seek | for grace.| What a / thrice-doub|le ass
          ,        ,           ,        ,       ,
      Was I | to take | this drunk|ard for | a god,
           ,                ,    ,
      And wor|ship this / dull fool?
 
PROSPERO.
                                         ,      ,
                                     Go to;| away!
 
ALONSO.
        ,              ,          ,         ,              x
      Hence, and | bestow | your lug|gage where | you found it.
 
SEBASTIAN.
           ,          ,
      Or stole | it, ra|ther.  \\
 
[Exeunt CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO.]
 
PROSPERO.
       ,           ,           ,        ,           ,
      Sir, I | invite | your High|ness and | your train
                ,    ,           ,            ,           ,
      To my / poor cell,| where you | shall take | your rest
            ,          ,             ,        ,          ,
      For this | one^night;| which part | of it | I'll waste
             ,          ,       2   ,      ,              ,
      With such | discourse,| as I not | doubt, shall | make it
           ,        ,        ,      ,        ,
330   Go quick | away;| the sto|ry of | my life
       ,            ,    2   ,             ,   ,
      And the | partic|ular ac|cidents / gone by
        ,         ,              ,         ,         ,
      Since I | came to | this isle:| and in | the morn
             ,          ,          ,         ,       ,      ->
      I'll bring | you to | your ship,| and so | to Nap||les,
        ,         ,      ,        ,         ,
      Where | I have | hope to | see the | nuptial
           ,           ,      ,      ,       ,
      Of these | our dear-|belov|ed sol|emnized;
             ,         ,      2    ,    ,            ->
      And thence | retire | me to my | Milan,|| where
      <- ,          ,      ,             ,        ,
        Ev||ery / third thought | shall be | my grave.
 
ALONSO.
                                                           ,
                                                       I long
          ,          ,      ,          ,            ,
      to hear | the sto|ry of | your life,| which must
        ,         ,     ,       2
340   Take the | ear strange/ly.
 
PROSPERO.
                                           ,      ___
                                  I'll de|liver | all;
            ,              ,    ,        ,         ,
      And prom|ise you / calm seas,| auspic|ious gales,
            ,        ,    ,         ,            ,
      And sail | so ex|pedi|tious that | shall catch
            ,       ,          ,         ,  2     ,
      Your roy|al fleet | far^off. | My Ar|iel, chick
        ,              ,       ,            ,     ,
      That is | thy charge:| then to | the el|ements
           ,          ,           ,       ,         ,    ,
      Be free,| and fare | thou well:| Please you draw near.
 
[Exeunt]
 
     
 
      EPILOGUE
 
[Spoken by PROSPERO]
       ,          ,          ,        __
      Now my | charms are | all ore|thrown,
       ,            ,           ,           ,
      And what | strength I | have's mine^|own,
      <-          ,         ___     ,           ,
        Which || is most | faint;| now 'tis | true,
      <-       ,         ,        ,         ,
350     I || must be | here con|fined by | you,
      <-        ,        ,        ,        ,
        Or || sent | to Na|ples. Let | me not,
        ,         ,         ,        ,
      Since I | have my | dukedom | got,
      <-        ,          ,      ,         ,
        And || pardoned | the de|ceiver,| dwell
      <-        ,         ,        ,         ___
        In || this bare^|island | by your | spell:
       ,       ,          ,        ___
      But re|lease me | from my | bands
        ,          ,         T    T    T
      With the | help of | your good hands.
       ,          ,          ,          T  ->
      Gentle | breath of | yours my | sails
      <-  T    T          ,        ,         ,
         Must fill,| or else | my pro|ject fails,
             ,          ,      ,       __
      Which was | to please.| Now I | want
        ,         2    ,      ,           ,
360   Spirits | to enforce,| art to | enchant;
       ,        ,        ,      ,
      And my | ending | is de|spair,
      <-      ,       ,       ,           ,
        Un||less I | be re|lieved by | prayer,
      <-           ,        ,         ,      __
        Which || pierces | so that | it as|saults
       ,          ,          ,           ,
      Mercy | itself,| and frees | all faults.
          ,           ,             ,         ,
      As you | from crimes | would par|doned be,
       ,            ,         ,         ,
      Let your | indul|gence set | me free.
 
[Exit]

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