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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 temp|est: Say | my spirit,
            ,          ,        2     ,     3
      How fares | the King,| and his fol|lowers?
 
ARIEL.
                                                      ,        ,      2->
                                                 Confined | togeth||er
                 ,    ,        ,         ,         ,
      In the / same fash|ion, as | you gave | in charge,
        ,             ,           ,     ,          ,
      Just as | you left | them: all | prison|ers sir
                 ,    ,            ,         ,            ,
      In the / line-grove | which weath|er-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 ov|er them,
        ,      2      ,        ,       ,           ,
      Brim full^of | sorrow,| and dis|may: but | chiefly
       ,         ,              ,        ,      ,
      Him you termed sir, the good old lord Gonzalo,  ????
             ,          ,          ,           ,          ,
      His tears | run down | his beard | like wint|er's drops
             ,          ,            ,          ,         ,          3->
      From eaves | of reeds:| your charm | so strong|ly works || them
          3    ,     ,       ,           ,       ,
      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,
       ,              ,       ,          ,         ,    ->
      Yet, with | my nob|ler reas|on, gainst | my fu||ry
          ,   ,      ,          ,       ,          2->
      Do/ I take | part: the | rarer | action || is
          ,         ,        ,            ,      2    ,     2  ->
      In vir|tue, than | in venge|ance: 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 sens|es 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, stand|ing lakes | and groves,
           ,         ,         ,            ,          ,
      And ye,| that on | the sands | with print|less foot
           ,          ,       ,    ,      2      ,
      Do chase | the eb|bing Nep|tune, and^do | fly him
                  ,     ,         ,     ,          ,
      When he / comes back:| you dem|i-pup|pets, that
           ,    ,     2        T    T     T         ,
      By moon|shine do the | green sour ring|lets make,
            ,    .   T   T    T          ,            ,    ,  ->
      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^mast|ers though | ye be)| I have | bedimmed
       .    T   T   T       T     T    .   T    2     ,
      The noontide sun,| called forth the mut|inous 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
      Have I / given fire,| and rifted | Jove's stout oak
          2     ,      ,            T     T    T       x
      With his own | bolt: the | strong-based prom|ontory
           ,          ,           ,         T      T     T
      Have I | made^shake, and | by the | spurs plucked up
            ,         ,         ,         ,       ,
      The pine,| and ced|ar. 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 mus|ic (which | even now | I do)
           ,          ,      ,            ,        ,
      To work | mine^end | upon | their sens|es, that
            ,      ,         ,           ,          ,
      This air|y charm | is for,| I'll break | my staff,
       ,          ,        ,       ,         ,
      Bury | it cert|ain fath|oms in | the earth,
            ,       ,         ,      ,        ,
      And deep|er than | did ev|er plum|met sound
             ,          ,
      I'll drown | my book.  \\
 
[Solemn music. 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, hon|ora|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)
           ,         ,         ,       ,          ,
      And as | the morn|ing steals | upon | the night
        ,     2        ,         ,          ,        ,
      (Melting the | darkness)| so their | rising | senses
         ,         ,          ,   2      ,             x
      Begin | to chase | the ig|norant fumes | that mantle
               ,       ,      ,     ,       ,
      Their clear|er reas|on. O | good Gon|zalo
           ,         ,       ,       ,      ,
      My true | preserv|er, 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 furth|erer in | the act,
          2       ,         2    ,       ,    2     ,           ,
      Thou art pinched | for it now | Sebas|tian. Flesh,| and blood,
           ,         ,          ,      ,       ,    ,
      You broth|er mine,| that en|tertain | ambi|tion,
           ,          ,         ,         ,        2   ,     ,
      Expelled | remorse,| and na|ture, whom,| with Sebas|tian (hex with prev)
              ,        ,        ,                ,     ,
      (Whose^in|ward pinch|es 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^und|erstand||ing
          ,         ,      ,             ,        ,
      Begins | to swell,| and the | approach|ing tide
             ,        ,         ,     ,       ,
      Will short|ly fill | the reas|ona|ble shore
            ,     T    T    .   T       ,     ,    2
      That now | lie foul, and mud|dy: Not | one of them
            ,      T    T  T     2        ,         ,   2   ->
      That yet | looks on me,| or would know | me: Ar||iel,
        ,       2     ,         ,   2   ,        ,
      Fetch | me the hat,| and rap|ier in | my cell,
          ,        ,          ,        ,        ,
      I will | discase | me, and | myself | present
       T T  T      T   T    Tx        ,       ,     ->
      As I was | sometime Milan:| Quickly || spirit,
             ,           ,         ,    oo
      Thou shalt | ere long | be free.|
 
[ARIEL Enters, singing, and helps to attire PROSPERO.]
 
ARIEL
        T    .   T    T       T     T  T
      Where the bee sucks,| there suck I:
       ,       ,                  ___
      In a | cowslip's^|bell, I | lie;
        ,         ,            ,       ___
      There I | couch when | owls do | cry,
       T  .    T     T    ,      ___
      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          ,
      Why that's | my dain|ty Ar|iel: I shall / miss
      <-  ,          ,           ,             x       T   T   T
        Thee,|| 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 mar|iners | asleep
       ,   2        ,             ,       ,          ,        ->
      Under the | hatches: | the mast|er and | the boat||swain
        x        ,        ,           ,          ,
      Being | awake,| enforce | them to | this place,
            ,      ,       ,
      And pres|ently,| I prith|ee.  \\
 
ARIEL.
          ,          ,        ,         ,       ,
      I drink | the air | before | me, and | return
          ,           ,      ___     __     oo
      Or ere | your pulse | twice | beat. |
 
[Exit]
 
GONZALO.
            ,         ,         ,       ,       ,       2->
      All torm|ent, troub|le, wond|er, and | amaze||ment
         ,        ,            x        x       ,
      Inhab|its here:| some heaven|ly power | guide us
       ,    2         ,         ,
      Out of this | fearful | country.
 
PROSPERO.
                                             ,          ,
                                         Behold | sir King
            ,        ,        ,        ,     ,
      The wrong|ed Duke | of Mil|an, 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 comp|any,| I bid
          ,      ,      2
      A hear|ty wel|come.
 
ALONSO.
                                 ,           ,       ,
                         Where thou | beest^he | or no,
           ,        ,         x      ,     ,
      Or some | enchant|ed trifle | to ab|use me,
            ,        ,          ,         ,          ,
      (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 pard|on 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^|honor | cannot
           ,         ,        ,
      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^cert|ain: Wel|come, my / friends all,
           ,         ,          ,       ,   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 trait|ors: at | this time
       2       ,         ,
      I will tell | no tales.
 
SEBASTIAN.
                                   ,        ,       2
                              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 part|iculars | of thy | preserv|ation,
             ,          ,         ,           ,             ,
      How* thou | hast met | us here,| whom three | hours^since
              ,        ,           ,           ,          ,
      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,
                  ,    ,    ,              ,         ,
      For the / like loss,| I have | her sove|reign aid,
            ,        ,        ,
      And rest | myself | content.
 
ALONSO.
                                    T   .    T    T
                                   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 daught|er.
 
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.
                  ,    ,       ,        ,             ,
      In this / last temp|est. I | perceive | these lords
           ,        ,       ,        ,        ,
      At this | encount|er do | so much | admire,
             ,        ,           ,                ,     ,
      That they | devour | their reas|on, 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 sens|es, 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,
            ,        ,      ,       ,        ,
      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.
           ,        ,                   x   ,      ,
      My duke|dom since | you have / given me | again,
          ,        ,           ,         ,        ,
      I will | requite | you with | as good | a thing,
           ,             ,        ,         2      ,   ,
      At least | bring forth | a wond|er, 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.
       ,        ,        __
      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
         ,       ,        ,        ,           ,
      A vis|ion of | the is|land, 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.
                                                   ,          ,
                                            Now | all the | blessings
               ,   ,         ,        ,       ,
      Of a / glad fath|er, comp|ass 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 acquaint|ance can|not be | three^hours:
          ,         ,         ,          ,        ,
      Is she | the god|dess that | hath sev|ered us,
             ,           ,       ,
      And brought | us thus | togeth|er?
 
FERDINAND.
                                         ,       2      x
                                        Sir,| she is mortal;
       ,        ,   2      ,     ,             ,
      But | by im|mortal Prov|idence,| she's^mine;
          ,           ,     2       ,     ,        ,
      I chose | her when | I could not | ask my | father
           ,        ,           ,         ,          ,
      For his | advice:| nor thought | I had | one: She
           ,        ,         ,        ,         x
      Is daught|er to | this fam|ous Duke | of Milan,
           ,        ,     ,          ,         ,
      Of whom,| so of|ten I | have heard | renown,
           ,      ,       ,          ,        ,
      But nev|er saw | before:| of whom | I have
           ,        ,        ,         ,        ,     2->
      Received | a sec|ond life;| and sec|ond fath||er
            ,      ,          ,
      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
          ,     ,             ,
      A heav|iness | that's gone.
 
GONZALO.
                                   2      ,      ,
                                  I have in|ly wept,
            ,            ,           ,           ,          ,
      Or should | have spoke | ere this:| Look^down | you gods,
           ,          ,       ,        ,        ,
      And on | this coup|le drop | a bles|sed crown;
           ,       ,                   ,      ,          ,
      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 Mil|an thrust | from Mi/lan, that his | issue
                  ,    ,         ,       ,       ,
      Should be/come kings | of Nap|les? O | rejoice
          ,       ,       ,         ,         ,
      Beyond | a com|mon joy,| and set | it down
             ,        ,          x          ,     ,
      With gold | on last|ing pillars:| In one | voyage
            ,    ,         ,         ,          x
      Did Clar|ibel | her hus|band find | at Tunis,
            ,     ,          ,         ,         ,
      And Ferd|inand | her broth|er, found | a wife,
             ,       ,           ,      ,  2           ,      ->
      Where he | himself | was lost:| Prospero,| his duke||dom
        2      ,    ,         ,        ,        ,
      In a / poor isle:| and all | of us,| ourselves,
            ,        ,         ,
      When no | man was | his own.
 
ALONSO.
                                    ,              ,
                                  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.
 
[Enter ARIEL, with the Master and Boatswain amazedly following.]
          ,           ,           ,         ,        ,
      O look | sir, look | sir, Here | is more | of us:
         ,       ,      2   ,         ,         ,
      I proph|esied,| 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?
             ,         ,          ,
      Hast thou | no mouth | by land?
                                       ,             ,
                                     What is | the news?
 
BOATSWAIN.
            ,      ,             ,          ,       ,
      The best | news is,| that we | have safe|ly found
            ,         ,     ,         ,           ,
      Our king,| and comp|any:| 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        ,
                                   Sir, all this | service
        ,        ,             ,
      Have I | done since^|I went.
 
PROSPERO.
                                        ,         x
                                   My trick|sy spirit!
 
ALONSO.
        ,          ,   ,   2       ,              ,
      These are | not nat/ural ev|ents, they | strengthen
              ,            ,        ,          ,         ,       2->
      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 und|er hatch||es,
        ,        3 3    ,            ,            ,        ,     2->
      Where,| but even now,| with strange,| and seve|ral nois||es
           ,          ,          ,         ,          ,
      Of roar|ing, shriek|ing, howl|ing, jing|ling chains,
            ,       ,    2          ,     ,     ,   2
      And more | diver|sity of / sounds, all | horrible.
       ,           ,        T     T   .   T     ,
      We were | awaked:| straightway, at lib|erty;
             ,       ,          ,      ,           ,
      Where we,| in all | our trim,| freshly | beheld
            x       ,          ,          ,           ,
      Our royal,| good, and | gallant | ship: our | master
       ,   2         ,          ,       ,           ,         ->
      Capering | to eye | her: on | a trice,| so please || you,
       x     2      ,            ,     ,        ,
      even in a | dream, were | we di|vided | from them,
                    ,     ,        ,
      And were / brought mop|ing hith|er.
 
ARIEL.
                                            2       ,    ,
                                         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,
          ,        ,           ,           ,       ,
      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 sing|le) I'll | resolve || you
              ,                 ,   ,     ,        ,     2->
      (Which to | you shall / seem pro|bable)| of eve||ry
             ,         ,     ,            ,         ,       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 comp|any
            ,          ,          ,       ,       ,
      Some few | odd^lads,| that you | remem|ber not.
 
[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.
         ,    ,      ,          T      Tx    .  T
      O Set|ebos,| these be | brave spirits indeed:
            ,        ,       ,      ,       ,
      How fine | my mast|er is?| I am | afraid
       ,          T   T   T
      He will | chastise 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 mark|etable.
 
PROSPERO.
        ,             ,       ,          ,         ,
      Mark but | the bad|ges of | these^men,| my lords,
            ,         ,         ,        2     ,       ,
      Then say | if they | be true:| This misshap|en knave;
           ,       ,        ,          ,          ,
      His moth|er 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 bast|ard 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
      He | is drunk now:
                               ,         ,
                        Where had | he wine?
 
ALONSO.
            ,      x       ,        ,     ,
      And Trin|culo is | reeling-|ripe: where / should they
        ,           ,     ,                   ,       ,
      Find this | grand liq/uor that | hath gild|ed them?
            ,           ,          ,
      How camst | thou in | this pick|le?
 
TRINCULO.
      <- ,          ,          ,        ,       ,        ,          ,
         I | have been || in such | a pick|le since | I saw | you last,
        ,        ,              x      ,            ,
      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
        ,    2        ,          ,         ,         ,
      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 pard|on, trim | it hand|somely.
 
CALIBAN.
       ,      2      ,           ,         ,        ,
      Aye that I | will: and | I'll be | wise here|after,
            ,          ,                 ,     ,      ,
      And seek | for grace:| What a / thrice-doub|le ass
          ,        ,           ,        ,       ,
      Was I | to take | this drunk|ard for | a god?
            ,               ,    ,
      And worsh|ip this / dull fool?
 
PROSPERO.
                                         ,      ,
                                     Go to,| away.
 
ALONSO.
        ,              ,          ,         ,              x
      Hence, and | bestow | your lug|gage where | you found it.
 
SEBASTIAN.
           ,         ,
      Or stole | it rath|er.  \\
 
[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
       .    T   T    T             ,        ,          ,
      For this one night,| which part | of it,| I'll waste
             ,          ,       2   ,      ,              ,
      With such | discourse,| as I not | doubt, shall | make it
            ,        ,        ,      ,        ,
      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
      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]
       ,          ,          T   T    T
      Now my | charms are | all orethrown,
       ,            ,           ,          ___
      And what | strength I | have's mine^|own,
             ,     T    T     T          ,
      Which is | most faint: now |'tis true
          ,         ,         ,         ,
      I must | be here | confined | by you,
           ,        ,        ,        ,
      Or sent | to Nap|les. Let | me not
        ,         ,         ,        ,
      Since I | have my | dukedom | got,
            ,        ,        ,        ,
      And pard|oned the | deceiv|er, dwell
           ,          ,        ,          ,
      In this | bare^is|land, by | your spell,
       ,       ,          ,        ___
      But re|lease me | from my | bands
        ,          ,         T    T    T
      With the | help of | your good hands:
       ,          ,          ,          ___
      Gentle | breath of | yours, my | sails
        T    T    .   T        ,         ,
      Must fill, or else | my pro|ject fails,
             ,          ,      ,       __
      Which was | to please:| Now I | want
        ,         2    ,      ,           ,
      Spirits | to enforce:| art to | enchant,
       ,        ,        ,     ___
      And my | ending | is de|spair,
          ,       ,        ,           x
      Unless | I be | relieved | by prayer
              ,       ,         ,        ,
      Which^pierc|es so,| that it | assaults
       ,          ,     .    T    T     T
      Mercy | itself,| and frees all faults.
          ,           ,             ,         ,
      As you | from crimes | would pard|oned be,
       ,      2     ,         T   T   T
      Let your in|dulgence | set me free.
 
[Exit]

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