Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tempest/Act 4 Scene 1
Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.
Pro.If I haue too austerely punish'd you,Your compensation makes amends, for IHaue giuen you here, a third of mine owne life,Or that for which I liue: who, once againeI tender to thy hand: All thy vexationsWere but my trials of thy loue, and thouHast strangely stood the test: here, afore heauenI ratifie this my rich guitt. O Ferdinand, Doe not smile at me, that I boast her of,For thou shalt finde she will out-strip all praiseAnd make it halt, behinde her.
Fer.I doe beleeue itAgainst an Oracle.
Pro.Then, as my guest, and thine owne acquisitionWorthily purchas'd, take my daughter: ButIf thou do'st breake her Virgin-knot, beforeAll sanctimonious ceremonies mayWith full and holy right, be ministred,No sweet aspersion shall the heauens let fallTo make this contract grow; but barraine hate,Sower-ey'd disdaine, and discord shall bestrewThe vnion of your bed, with weedes so loathlyThat you shall hate it both: Therefore take heede,As Hymens Lamps shall light you.
Fer.As I hopeFor quiet dayes, faire Issue, and long life,With such loue, as 'tis now the murkiest den,The most opportune place, the strongst suggestion,Our worser Genius can, shall neuer meltMine honor into lust, to take awayThe edge of that dayes celebration,When I shall thinke, or Phœbus Steeds are founderd,Or Night kept chain'd below.
Pro.Fairely spoke;Sit then, and talke with her, she is thine owne;What Ariell; my industrious seruãt Ariell.
Enter Ariell.
Ar.What would my potent master? here I am.
Pro.Thou, and thy meaner fellowes, your last seruiceDid worthily performe: and I must vse youIn such another tricke: goe bring the rabble(Ore whom I giue thee powre) here, to this place:Incite them to quicke motion, for I mustBestow vpon the eyes of this yong coupleSome vanity of mine Art: it is my promise,And they expect it from me.
Ar.Presently?
Pro.I; with a twincke.
Ar.Before you can say come, and goe,And breathe twice; and cry, so, so:Each one tripping on his Toe,Will be here with mop, and mowe.Doe you loue me Master? no?
Pro.Dearely, my delicate Ariell doe not approachTill thou do'st heare me call.
Ar.Exit.Well: I conceiue.
Pro.Looke thou be true: doe not giue dallianceToo much the raigne: the strongest oathes, are strawTo th'fire ith' blood: be more abstenious,Or else good night your vow.
Fer.I warrant you, Sir,The white cold virgin Snow, vpon my heartAbates the ardour of my Liuer.
Pro.Well.Now come my Ariell, bring a Corolary,Soft musick.Rather then want a Spirit; appear, & pertly.No tongue: all eyes: be silent.
Enter Iris.
Ir.Ceres, most bounteous Lady, thy rich LeasOf Wheate, Rye, Barley, Fetches, Oates and Pease;Thy Turphie-Mountaines, where liue nibling Sheepe,And flat Medes thetchd with Stouer, them to keepe:Thy bankes with pioned, and twilled brimsWhich spungie Aprill, at thy hest betrims;To make cold Nymphes chast crownes; & thy broome-groues;Whose shadow the dismissed Batchelor loues,Being lasse-lorne: thy pole clipt vineyard,And thy Sea-marge stirrile, and rockey-hard,Where thou thy selfe do'st ayre, the Queene o'th Skie,Whose watry Arch, and messenger, am I.Bids thee leaue these, & with her soueraigne grace, Iuno descends. Here on this grasse-plot, in this very placeTo come, and sport: here Peacocks flye amaine:Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertaine.
Enter Ceres.
Cer.Haile, many-coloured Messenger, that nereDo'st disobey the wife of Iupiter:Who, with thy saffron wings, vpon my flowresDiffusest hony drops, refreshing showres,And with each end of thy blew bowe do'st crowneMy boskie acres, and my vnshrubd downe,Rich scarph to my proud earth: why hath thy QueeneSummond me hither, to this short gras'd Greene?
Ir.A contract of true Loue, to celebrate,And some donation freely to estateOn the bles'd Louers.
Cer.Tell me heauenly Bowe,If Venus or her Sonne, as thou do'st know,Doe now attend the Queene? since they did plotThe meanes, that duskie Dis, my daughter got,Her, and her blind-Boyes scandald company,I haue forsworne.
Ir.Of her societieBe not afraid: I met her deitieCutting the clouds towards Paphos: and her SonDoue drawn with her: here thought they to haue doneSome wanton charme, vpon this Man and Maide,Whose vowes are, that no bed-right shall be paidTill Hymens Torch be lighted: but in vaine,Marses hot Minion is returnd againe,Her waspish headed sonne, has broke his arrowes,Swears he will shoote no more, but play with Sparrows,And be a Boy right out.
Cer.Highest Queene of State,Great Iuno comes, I know her by her gate.
Iu.How do's my bounteous sister? goe with meTo blesse this twaine, that they may prosperous be.They sing.And honourd in their Issue.
Iu. Honor, ricbes, marriage, blessing,Long continuance, and encreasing,Hourely ioyes, be still vpon you, Iuno sings her blessings on you.Earths increase, foyzon plentie,Barnes, and Garners, neuer empty.Vines, with clustring bunches growingsPlants, with goedly burthen bowing:Spring come to you at the farthest,In the very end of Haruest.Scarcity and want shall shun you,Ceres blessing so it on you.
Ter.This is a most maiesticke vision, andHarmonious charmingly: may I be boldTo thinke these spirits?
Pro.Spirits, which by mine ArtI haue from their confines call'd to enactMy present fancies.
Fer.Let me liue here euer,So rare a wondred Father, and a wifeMakes this place Paradise.
Pro.Sweet now, silence:Iuno and Ceres whisper seriously,There's something else to doe: hush, and be muteOr else our spell is mar'd.
Iuno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment.
Iris.You Nimphs cald Nayades of ў windring brooks,With your sedg'd crownes, and euer-harmelesse lookes,Leaue your crispe channels, and on this greene-LandAnswere your summons, Iuno do's command.Come temperate Nimphes, and helpe to celebrateA Contract of true Loue: be not too late.Enter Certaine Nimphes.You Sun-burnd Sicklemen of August weary,Come hether from the furrow, and be merry,Make holly day: your Rye-straw hats put on,And these fresh Nimphes encounter euery oneIn Country footing.
Enter certaine Reapers (properly habited:) they ioyne with the Nimphes, in a gracefull dance, towards the end whereof, Prospero starts sodainly and speakes, after which to a strange hollow and confused noyse, they heauily vanish.
Pro.I had forgot that foule conspiracyOf the beast Calliban, and his confederatesAgainst my life: the minute of their plotIs almost come: Well done, auoid: no more.
Fer.This is strange: your fathers in some passionThat workes him strongly.
Mir.Neuer till this daySaw I him touch'd with anger, so distemper'd.
Pro.You doe looke (my son) in a mou'd sort,As if you were dismaid: be cheerefull Sir,Our Reuels now are ended: These our actors,(As I foretold you) were all Spirits, andAre melted into Ayre, into thin Ayre,And like the baselesse fabricke of this visionThe Clowd-capt Towres, the gorgeous Pallaces,The solemne Temples, the great Globe it selfe,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolue,And like this insubstantiall Pageant fadedLeaue not a racke behinde: we are such stuffeAs dreames are made on; and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleepe: Sir, I am vext,Beare with my weakenesse, my old braine is troubled:Be not disturb'd with my infirmitie,If you be pleas'd, retire into my Cell,And there repose, a turne or two, Ile walkeTo still my beating minde.
Fer.Exit.Mir. We wish your peace.
Pro.Come with a thought; I thank thee Ariell: come.
Enter Ariell.
Ar.Thy thoughts I cleaue to, what's thy pleasure?
Pro.Spirit: We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
Ar.I my Commander, when I presented CeresI thought to haue told thee of it, but I fear'd Least I might anger thee.
Pro.Say again, where didst thou leaue these varlots?
Ar.I told you Sir, they were red-hot with drinking, So full of valour, that they smote the ayre For breathing in their faces: beate the ground For kissing of their feete; yet alwaies bending Towards their proiect: then I beate my Tabor, At which like vnback't colts they prickt their eares, Aduanc'd their eye-lids, lifted vp their noses As they smelt musicke, so I charm'd their eares That Calfe-like, they my lowing follow'd, through Tooth’d briars, sharpe furzes, pricking gosse, & thorns, Which entred their fraile shins: at last I left them I’th' filthy mantled poole beyond your Cell, There dancing vp to th'chins, that the fowle Lake Ore-stunck their feet.
Pro.This was well done (my bird)Thy shape inuisible retaine thou still:The trumpery in my house, goe bring it hitherFor stale to catch these theeues.
Ar.Exit.I go, I goe.
Pro.A Deuill, a borne-Deuill, on whose natureNurture can neuer sticke: on whom my painesHumanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost,And, as with age, his body ouglier growes,So his minde cankers: I will plague them all,Euen to roaring: Come, hang on them this line.
Enter Ariell, loaden with glistering apparell, &c. EnterCaliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.
Cal.Pray you tread softly, that the blinde Mole may not heare a foot fall: we now are neere his Cell.
St.Monster, your Fairy, wc you say is a harmles Fairy, Has done little better then plaid the lacke with vs.
Trin.Monster, I do smell all horse-pisse, at which My nose is in great indignation.
Ste.So is mine. Do you heare Monster: If I should Take a displeasure against you: Looke you.
Trin.Thou wert but a lost Monster.
Cal.Good my Lord, giue me thy fauour stil, Be patient, for the prize Ile bring thee too Shall hudwinke this mischance: therefore speake softly, All's husht as midnight yet.
Trin.I, but to loose our bottles in the Poole.
Ste.There is not onely disgrace and dishonor in that Monster, but an infinite losse.
Tr.That's more to me then my wetting: Yet this is your harmlesse Fairy, Monster.
Ste.I will fetch off my bottle,Though I be o're cares for my labour.
Cal.Pre-thee (my King) be quiet. Seest thou heereThis is the mouth o'th Cell: no noise, and enter:Do that good mischeefe, which may make this IslandThine owne for euer, and I thy CalibanFor aye thy foot-licker.
Ste.Giue me thy hand,I do begin to haue bloody thoughts.
Trin.O King Stephano, O Peere: O worthy Stephano,Looke what a wardrobe heere is for thee.
Cal.Let it alone thou foole, it is but trash.
Tri.Oh, ho, Monster: wee know what belongs to a frippery, O King Stephano.
Ste.Put off that gowne (Trinculo) by this hand Ile haue that gowne.
Tri.Thy grace shall haue it.
Cal.The dropsie drowne this foole, what doe you meaneTo doate thus on such luggage? let's alone And doe the murther first: if he awake, From toe to crowne hee'l fill our skins with pinches, Make vs strange stuffe.
Ste.Be you quiet (Monster) Mistris line, is not this my Ierkin? now is the Ierkin vnder the line: now Ierkin you are like to lose your haire, & proue a bald Ierkin.
Trim.Doe, doe; we steale by lyne and leuell, and't like your grace.
Ste.I thank thee for that iest; heer's a garment for't:Wit shall not goe vn-rewarded while I am King of this Country: Steale by line and leuell, is an excellent passe of pate: there's another garment for't.
Tri.Monster, come put some Lime vpon your fingers, and away with the rest.
Cal.I will haue none on't: we shall loose our time,And all be turn'd to Barnacles, or to ApesWith foreheads viilanous low.
Ste.Monster, lay to your fingers: helpe to beare this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or Ile turne you out of my kingdome: goe to, carry this.
Tri.And this.
Ste.I, and this.
A noyse of Hunters heard. Enter diuers Spirits in shape of Dogs and Hounds, hunting them about: Prospero and Ariel setting them on.
Pro.Hey Mountaine, hey.
Ari. Siluer: there it goes, Siluer.
Pro.Fury, Fury: there Tyrant, there: harke, harke. Goe, charge my Goblins that they grinde their ioynts With dry Convulsions, shorten vp their sinewes With aged Cramps, & more pinch-spotted make them, Then Pard, or Cat o'Mountaine.
Ari.Harke, they rore.
Pro.Let them be hunted soundly: At this houre Lies at my mercy all mine enemies: Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou Shalt haue the ayre at freedome: for a little Exeunt.Follow, and doe me seruice.