LITERARY AND HISTORICAL NOTICE. THE supernatural agency which forms so leading a feature in this fanciful play, is bulle according to Mr.

Warton) on the peeuliar tenets of the Rosicrucian philosophy; the oame of Ariel being derived from the Talmudistic mysteries with which the more learned Jews connected that science. It was one of Shakspeare's latest productions, and probably founded on some Italian novel. Warburton considers it “ vue of the noblest etforts of his sublime and amazing imagination :" a negative species of praise, since the pleasure wbich it creates arises from a boundless diversity of invention, from a continued succession of supernatural occurrences, devoid of application and destitute of moral, because the end is ostained by means beyond the ordinary compass of belief. In representation it is greatly dependent on the scenery and mechanism. The language, however, is throughout most forcible, and much of the sentiment chaste and magnificent. Caliban is an original creation ; whimsical, monstrous, and impressive : but that meu, saved as it were by miracle from death, should immediately plot the destruction of their companions, to obtain dominions wbieh tuere was no probability of their ever re-visiting, is a surgestion at variance with nature, and inconsistent with the spirit of the piece. Joboson says of The Tempest... "In a single drama are here exhibited princes, courtiers, and sailors, all speaking in their real characters. There is the agency of airy spirits, and of an earthly goblin. The operations of magic, the tumults of a storm, the adventures of a desert island, the native effusion of untaught atfection, the punishment of guilt, end the final happiness of the pair for whom our passions and reason are equally interested."


Master of a Ship, Boatswain, and Mariners. SEBASTIAN, his Brother.

MIRANDA, Dunghter to Prospero.
PROSPERO, the rightful Duke of Milan.
ANTONIO, his brother, the usurping Duke of ARIEL, an Airy Spirit.

FERDINAND, Son to the King of Naples.

GUNZALO, an honest old Counsellor of Naples.

Juno, Spirits.

} Lords.

CALIBAN, a savage and deformed Slave.
TRINCOLO, a Jester.
STEPHANO, a drunken Butler.

Other Spirits attending on PROSPERO.
SCENE-The Sea with a ship : afterwards an uninhabited Island.


Boats. I pray now, keep below.

Ant. Where is the master, boatswain ?
SCENE 1.-On a Ship at Sea.

Boats. Do you not hear him? You mar our A Storm, with Thunder and Lightning.

labour! keep your cabin; you do assist the

storm. Enter a SHIP-MASTER and a BOATSWAIN.

Gon. Nay, good, be patient. Mast. Boatswain,

Boats. When the sea is. Hence! Wbat care Boats. Here, master : what cheer!

these roarers for the uame of king? To cablu : Mast. Good : Speak to the mariners : fall to't silence : trouble us not. yarely, or we run ourselves aground : bestir, Gon. Good; yet remember whom thoa bast bestir

(Exit. aboard. Enter MARINERS.

Boats. None that I more love than myself.

You are a counsellor; if you can comunand Beats. Heigh, my bearts; cheerly, cheerly, these elements to silence, and work the peace of my hearts : yare, yare : Take in the top-sail; ibe present, we will not band a jope more : use Tend to lhe master's whistle.--Blow, till tbou your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you burst tby wind, if room enough

have lived so long, and make yourself ready in Enter ALONSO, Sebastian, ANTONIO, FERDI- your cabin for the mischance of the hour, ir it NAND, GONZALO, and others. 80 hap,-Cheerly, good bearts.-Out of our way,

(Exil. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. Where's Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow : the master Play the dien. +

metbipks, he bath no drowning mark upon bins ; Readiny

+ Act like men bis cogiplexion is perfect gallows. Siaud fast,

I say

good fate, to bis hanging ! make the rope of his | No more amazement : tell your piteous heart,
destiny our cable, for our own doth little advan. There's no harm done.
tage! If he be not born to be banged, our Mira. O woe the day!
case is miserable.

Pro. No harm.
[Ereunt. I have done nothing but in care of thee,

(of thee, my, dear one! thee, my daughter ! Re-enter BOATS WAIN.

who Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare ; lower, Art ignorant of what thou art, nough know. lower ; bring her to try with main course. [A

ing cry within.) A plague upon this howling? Of whence I am; nor that I am more better they are louder than the weather, or our Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, office.

And the no greater father.

Mira. More to know
Re-enter SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, and Did never meddle with my thoughts.

Pro. 'Tis time
Yet again ? wbat do you here! Sball we give I should inform thee farther. Lend thy band,
o'er, and drown? Have you a inind to sink ? And pluck my magic garment from me.-So;
Seb. A pox o'your throat? you bawling, blas-

(Lays doua lu nanti, phemous, uncbaritable dog!

Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thige fya; have Boats. Work you, then.

comfort. Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, inso. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which lent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be

toocb'a drowned than thou art.

The very virtue of compassion in tbee Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning ; though I have with such provision in mine art the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and So safely order'd, that there is no soulas leaky as an unstanched. wench.

No, not so much perdition as an bair, Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold ; set ber two Betid to any creature in the vessel, courses; off to sea again, lay her off.

Which thou heard'st cry, wbichtbou saw'st

sink. Sit down ; Enter MARINERS, wet.

For thou must now know furtber. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers ! all

Mira. You have often lost !

(Eceunt. Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp'd Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? And left me to a bootless inquisition ; Gon. The king and prince at prayers ! let us Concluding, Stay, not yet. assist them,

Pro. The hour's now come; For our case is as their's.

The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Seb. I am out of patience.

Obey, and be attentive. Can'st thou remeinAnt. We are merely + cheated of our lives by

ber drunkards.

A time before we came unto this cell ! This wide-chapped rascal ; - 'Would, thou I do not thiuk thou can'st ; for then thoa vast might'si lie drowning,

not The washing of ten tides !

Out * three years old. Gon. He'll be hanged yet ;

Mira. Certainly, Sir, I can. Though every drop of water swear against it, Pro. By what? by any other house, er per And gape at wid'st to glut him.

son ? (A confused noise within.] of any thing the image tell me, that Mercy on us. We split, we split ! Farewell, Hath kept with thy remembrance. my wife and children !- Fareweli, brother!

Mira. 'Tis far off : We split, we split, we split.

And rather like a dream than an assurance Ant. Let's all sink with the king. (Erit. That my remembrance warrants : Had I set Seb. Let's take leave of him.

Exit. Four or' tive women once, that tendet me ? Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs Pro. Thou had'st, and more, Miranda : Bet of sea, for an acre of barren ground; long heath,

how is it, brown furze, any thing: The wills above be That this lives in thy mind! Wbat seest the done! but I would faiu die a dry death.

else (Exit. In the dark backward and abysm + of time!

If thou remember'st aught, ere lbou ca's! SCENE II.-The Island : before the Cell of


How thou cam'st here thou may'st.

Mira. But that I do not.

Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve Mira. If by your art, my dearest fatber, you Thy father was the duke of Milan, and

, have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : A prince of power. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking

Mira. Sir, are not you my father! pitch,

Pro. Thy mother was, a piece of virtue, sed But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's She said-tbou wast my daughter; asu aby cheek,

father Dashes the fire out. Oh! I have suffer'd Was duke of Milan; and bis only beis With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, A princess; no worse issned. Who bad no doubt sorne noble creatures in Mira. O the heavens 1 her,

What foul play bad we, that we came from Dash'd all to pieces, Ob! the cry did knock

thence ? Against my very beart! Poor sculs ! they Or blessed was't we did! perish's.

Pro. Both, both, my giul: Hid I been any god of power, I would

By foul play, as ibou' say'st, were we bene Have uk the wa within the earth, or e'er 1

thence; It should the good ship so have swallowed, But hlessedly holp bither. and

Mira. O my heart bleeds The freighting conts within ber.

To think o ibe ieen ; that I bave turs't yea Pro. Be collected;



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Which is from my remembrance! Please you for homage, and I know not bow much ti.
Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, callid An. Should presently extirpate me and mine

Out of the dukedom ; and confer fair Milan,
I pray thee mark me,-that a brother sbould With all the honours, on my brother : Whereon,
Be so perndious !-he whom, next thyself,

A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put

Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
The manage of my state; as, at that time, The gales of Milan; and, i' the dead of dark-
Through all the signiories it was the first,

ness, And Prospero the prime duke ; being su re. The ministers for the purpose hurried thence puted

Me and thy crying self.
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,

Mira, Alack, for pity !
Without a parallel ; tbose being all my study, I, not rememb'ring how t cried out tben,
The government I cast upon my brother,

Will cry it o'er again; it is a bint, .
And to my state grew stranger, being trans. That wrings mine eyes.

Pro. Hear a little further, And wrapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle- And then I'll bring thee to the present busiDost thou attend me ? Mira. Sir, most beedfully.

Which now's npon us ; without the which, this Pro. Being once perfected how to grant

story suits,

Were most impertinent. How to deny them; whom to advance, and Mira. Wherefore did they not whom

That bour destroy us! To trash for over-topping : new created

Pro. Well demanded, wench ; The creatures that were mine ; I say, or chang'a My tale provokes that question. Dear, they them,

durst not; Or else new-form'd them : baving both the (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set key

A mark so bloody on the business ; but of officer and once, set all hearts

With colours fairer painted their foul ends. To what tune pleased his ear ; that now he was In few, they hurried us aboard a bark ; The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, Bore us some leagues to sea ; where they preAnd suck'd my verdure out ou't.Thou at

pared tend'st not:

A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,
I pray thee, mark me.

Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Mira. O good Sir, I do.

Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, Pro. I thas neglecting worldly ends, all dedi. To cry to the sea that roar'd to us ; to sigh cate

To the winds, whose pity sighing back again, To closeness, and the bettering of my mind Did us but loving wrong. With that, which, but by being so retir'd,

Mira. Alack ! what trouble O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false bro. Was I then to you! ther

Pro. Ohl a cherubim Axak'd an evil nature : and my trust,

Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst Like a good parent, did beget of him

smile, A falsehood, in its contrary as great

Infused with a fortitude from heaven, As my trust was which had, indeed, no limit, When I have deck'd † the sea with drops full A confidence sans + bound. He being thus

salt; Jorded,

Under my burden groan'd; which raised in Not only with what my revenue yielded,

But wbat my power might else exact,-like an undergoing stomach, 1 to bear up

Against what should ensue.
Who, having, unto truth, by telling of it,

Mira. How came we asbore !
Made such a sinner of his memory,

Pro. By Providence divine.
To credit his own lie,-he did believe

Some food we had, and some fresh water, that He was the duke ; out of the substitution, A noble Neapolitan Gonzalo, And executing the outward face of royalty, Out of his charity, (who being then appointed With all prerogative ;-Hence his ambition Master of this design,) did give us ; with Growing,-Dost hear?

Rich garments, linens, stutls, and necessaries, Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafness. Which since bave steaded much ; 80 of bis gew. Pro. To have no screen between this part he

tleness, play'd

Knowing I lov'd my books, be furnish'd me, And him he play'd it for, needs he will be From iny own library, with volumes that Absolute Milan : Me, poor man!--my lifrary I prize above my dukedom. Was dukedom large enough; of temporal

Mira. 'Would I might

But ever see that man!
He thinks me now incapable : confederates

Pro. Now I arise :(So dry : he was for sway) with the king of sit still, and hear the last of our sea sorrow. Naples,

Here in this island we arriv'd; and here To give him annual trihute, do bir homage ; Have I, thy schoolmaster, asade ibee more Sobyert bis coronet to his crown, and bend

protit The duhedoin, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milau !) Than other princes can, that have more time To mnost ignoble stooping.

For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Jira, 0 tbe heavens i

Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, 1 Pru. Mark bis cuudition, and the event ; then

pray yoll, Sir,

(For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reasou If this might be a brother.

For raising this sea-storm?
Mira. I should sin

Pro. Know thus far forth.
To tbin. but pobly of my grandmother;

By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Good womby have borne bad sous.

(Now my dear lady) hath mine enemies Pro. Now the condition.

Brought to this store : and by my prescience
This king of Naples, being an enemy

I find my zenith doth depend upon
To me inveterate, hearkens my brotber's suit; A most auspicious star ; whose influence
Which was, that he in lieu o'the premises, li now I court noi, bot omit, my lontubes
. Cut away.

• Suggestion.
• Whout.

• Thirsty
+ Sprinklella

1 Stubbern resolution

tell me,


Will ever after droop.--Here cease more ques. Pro. Ariel, thy charge tions :

Exactly is perform'd ; but there's more work: Thou art inclin'd to sleep ; 'tis a good dul- What is the time o' the day ! Dess,

Ari. Past the mid season. And give it way ;-I know thou canst not Pro. At least two glasses : the time "twiti sàs choose. (Miranda sleeps.

and uow, Come away, servant, come : I am ready now; Must by us both be spent most preciously. Approach, my Ariel ; come.

Ari. 'Is there more toil? Since tus dest

give me pains, Enter ARIEL.

Let me remember thee what thou hast proAri. All hail, great master ! grave sir, hail! I


Which is not yet perform'd me. To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly,

Pro. How now? moody ? To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

What is't thou canst demand ? On the curl'd clouds ; to thy strong bidding

Ari. My liberty. task

Pro. Before the time be out ? no more. Ariel, and all bis quality.

Ari. I pray thee Pro. Hast thou, spirit,

Remember, I have done thee worthy service: Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade Told thee no lies, made do mistakings, serra thee 3

Without or grudge or grumblings : thou dad'st Ari. To every article.

promise I boarded the king's ship ; now on the beak,

To bate me a full year, Now in the waist, the deck in every cabin,

Pro. Dost thou forge. I Aam'd ainazement : Sometimes I'd divide,

From what a torinent I did free thee ! And burn in many places ; on the top-mast,

Ari. No. The yards, and bowsprit, would l dame dis

Pro. Thou dost I and think'st tinctly,

It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; Then meet, and joiu : Jove's lightnings, the To run upon the sharp wind of the porta ; precurso

To do me business in the veius o'lbe earth, O'the dreadful thunder-claps,' more momen- / Wben it is bak'd with frost. tary

Ari. I do not, Sir. And sighl-out-running were not : The fire and Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thon cracks

forgot of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Nep. The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age, and tune

envy, Seem'd to besiege, and make bis bold waves Was grown into a hoop? bast thou forgo: ber! treinble,

Ari. No, Sir. Yea, his dread tridert shake.

Pro. Thou hast : where was sbe born ? speak; Pro. My brave spirit !

tell me. Who was so irm, so constant, that this coil + Ari. Sir, in Argier. Would not infect his reason 3

Pro. Ob! was she so? I must, Ari. Not a soul

Once in a month, recount what tbor East But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd

been, Some tricks of desperation : All, but mariners, Which thou forget'st. This damu'd witch, SyPlung'd in the foaining bride, and quit the vessel.

corax, Then all a fire with me : the king's son, Fer. For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible dinand,

To enter human hearing, from Argier, With bair up-staring (tben like reeds, not bair,) Thou-know'st, was bauisb'd; for one thing she Was the first man that leap'd : cried, Hell is

did, empty,

They would not take ber life: Is not this tree ! And all the devils are here.

Ari. Ay, Sir. Pro. Why, that's my spirit ?

Pro. This blue-ey'd bag was bither brazit But was not this nigh shore 1

with child, Ari. Close by, my master.

And here was left by the sailors. Thoa, by Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe ?

slave, Ari. Not a bair perish'd;

As thou report'st thysell, wast then her serOn their sustaining garments not a blemish,

vant, But fresher than before ; and, as thou bad'st And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate me,

To act her earthy and abborr'd commauds, In troops l'hare dispers'd them 'bout the isle : Refusing her grand bests, t, she did coafise "The king's son bave I landed by himself;

thee, Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,

By help of her more potent ministers, In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,

And in ber most unmitigable rage, His arms in this sad knot.

Into a cloven pine ; within which rift Pro. Of the king's sbip,

Imprison'd, thou didst painfully reinain The mariners, say, how ibou bast dispos'd, A dozen years; within whicb space she died, And all the rest o'the fleet ?

And left ihee ibere ; where thou did' vent thy Ari. Safely in barbour

groans, Is the king's ship ; in the deep nook, where As fast as mill-wheels strike : then was this once

island, Thou call'dst me up at midnight, to fetch dew (Save for the son that sbe did litter bere, From the still vex'd Bermoutbes there she's A freckled wbelp, bag-boru) not bowou'd rith hid :

A bunian sbape. Whom with a charm join'd to their suffer'a Ari. Yes ; Caliban ber son. labour,

Pro. Dull thing, I say so ; he, that Caliban, I bave left asleep : and for the rest o' the feet,

Whom now I keep in service, Tbos best Which I dispers'd, they all have inet again ;

kuow'st And are upon the Mediterranean flote ♡

What torment I did find thee in : thy grozus Bulund sadly home for Naples;

Did make wolves howl, and peneu ateibe Supposing that they saw the king's sbip

breasts wreck'd,

Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment And his great person perish.

To lay upon the damu'd, which Sieurs

Couli not again uido, it was wine äiti, • The minutest article.

+ Dustle, tumult.
1 Bermudas

• Algiers.


vile race,

When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape Pro. Thou most lying slave, study
The pipe, and let thee out.

po po Whom stripes 'may move, not kindnese : I bave Ari. I thank thee, master.

• 'us'd thee, Pro. If thou more murmur st, I will read an Filth as thou art, with human care ; and lodg'a oak,

comodi thee And peg tbee in his knotty entrails, till

In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate Tbog hast how'd away twelve winters.

The honour of my child. Ari. Pardon, master :

Cal. O ho, o bol would it bad been done! I will be correspondent to command,

Thou didst prcvent me; I bad peopled else, And do my spiriting gently.

This isle with Calibans. Pro. Do so; and after two days

Pro. Abhorred slave ; I will discharge thee.

Which any print of goodness will not take, Ari. That's my noble master !

Being capable of all ill l 1 pitied thee, What shall I do i say what? what shall I do. Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph of the

each hoor sea;

One thing or other: when thou didst nut, saBe subject to no sight but mine ; invisible

vage, To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble And bither come iu't: bence, with diligence.


(Exif ARIEL. A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes Awake, dear heart, awake I thou hast slept well; With words that made them knowo : But thy Awake!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put Though thou didst learn, had that in't which Heaviness in me.

good natures .Pro. Shake it off : come on ;

Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Deservedly contin'd into this rock, Yields us kind answer.

Who had'st deserv'd inore than a prison. Mira, 'Tis a villain, Sir,

Cal. You taught me language ; and iny prodit I do not love to look on.

on't Pro. But, as 'tis,

Is, I kuow how to curse : the red plague rid We cannot miss him : he does light our fire,

Fetcb in our wood ; and serves in offices, For learning me your language !
That profit us. What, hol slave, Caliban ! Pro. Hag-seed, hence !
Tbou earth, thou ! speak.

Fetch us in fuel ; and be quick, thou wert best, (al. (Within.) There's wood enough within. To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, ma Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other busi.

lice ? ness for thee :

If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly Come forth, thou tortoise ! when ?

What I command, l'll rack thee with old

cramps ; Re-enter ARIEL, like a Water-Nymph.

Fill all thy bones with aches ; make thee roar, Fine apparition ! My quaint Ariel,

That beasts shall tremble at thy din. Hark in thine ear.

Cal. No, 'pray thee ! Ari. My lord, it shall be done. (Exit. I must obey : his art is of such power, (Aside. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil It would control my dam's god, Setebos, + bimself

And make a vassal of bim. Upon thy wicked dam, come fortb !

Pro. So, slave; hence! (Erit Caliban, Enter CALIBAN.

Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and sing Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother ing ; FERDINAND following him.

brusb'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,

ARIEL's Song, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,

Come unto these yellow sards, And blister you all o'er !

And then take hands : Pro. For this, be sure, lo-night thou shalt have

Court'sied when you have, and kissed, cramps,

(The wild waves whist) Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; ur.

Foot it featly here and there ; chins + Shall, for that vast of right that they may

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

Hark, hark ! work,

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd


The watch-dogs bark: As tbick as boney-conabs, each pinch more


Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. stinging

Hark, hark ! I hear Than bees that made them.

The strain of strutting chanticleer, (al. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,

Cry, Cock-u-doodle doo. Wbich thou tak'st from ine. When thou canest

Fer. Where should this music be ? l' the air, first,

or the earth? Thou strokd'st me, and mad'st much of me; it sounds no more :-and sure, it waits upon

would'st give me Water with berries in't and teach me how

Sonie god of the island. Sitting on a bank,

Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
To naine the bigger light, and how the less
That burn by day and nigbt: and then I lovia. This music crept by nie upon the waters;

Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
And sbow'd ibee all the qualities o' the isle,

With its sweet air : thence I have follow'd it, The fresh springs, briue pits, barren place,' and Or it hath drawn ine rather :-But 'uis gone. fertile;

No, it begins again. Cursed be I that did 80 !--All the charms

ARIEL sings. or Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you ! For i am all the subjects that you bave,

Full fathom five thy father lies ; Which brst was mine own king: and here you Of his bones are coral made ; sty me

Those are pearls, that were his eyes : In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me Nothing of kim that doch fade, The rest of the island.

• Destroy.

+ Setebos was saprems god • Do without

+ Fairies. of the Patagonians • see Mogellan's voyage.

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