Shakespeare - First Folio facsimile (1910)/The Tempest/Act 5 Scene 1
Actus quintus: Scæna Prima
Enter Prospero (in his Magicke robes) and Ariel.
Pro.Now do's my Proiect gather to a head: My charmes cracke not: my Spirits obey, and Time Goes vpright with his carriage: how's the day?
Ar.On the sixt hower, at which time, my Lord You said our worke should cease.
Pro.I did say so, When first I rais'd the Tempest: say my Spirit, How fares the King, and 's followers?
Ar.Confin'd together In the same fashion, as you gaue in charge, Iust as you left them; all prisoners Sir In the Line groue which weather-fends your Cell, They cannot boudge till your release: The King, His Brother, and yours, abide all three distracted, And the remainder mourning ouer them, Brim full of sorrow, and dismay: but chieflyHim that you term'd Sir, the good old Lord Gonzallo, His teares runs downe his beard like winters drops From eaues of reeds: your charm so strongly works 'em That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender.
Pro.Dost thou thinke so, Spirit?
Ar.Mine would, Sir, were I humane.
Pro.And mine shall. Hast thou (which art but aire) a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not my selfe, One of their kinde, that rellish all as sharpely, Passion as they, be kindlier mou'd then thou art? Thogh with their high wrongs I am strook to th' quick, Yet, with my nobler reason, gainst my furie Doe I take part: the rarer Action is In vertue, then in vengeance: they, being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frowne further: Goe, release them Ariell, My Charmes Ile breake, their sences Ile restore, And they shall be themselues.
Ar.Exit.Ile fetch them. Sir.
Pro.Ye Elues of hils, brooks, stãding lakes & groues, And ye, that on the sands with printlesse foote Doe chase the ebbing-Neptune, and doe flie him When he comes backe: you demy-Puppets, that By Moone-shine doe the greene sowre Ringlets make, Whereof the Ewe not bites: and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight-Mushrumps, that reioyce To heare the solemne Curfewe, by whose ayde (Weake Masters though ye be) I haue bedymn'd The Noone-tide Sun, call'd forth the mutenous windes, And twixt the greene Sea, and the azur'd vault Set roaring warre: To the dread ratling Thunder Haue I giuen fire, and rifted Ioues stowt Oke With his owne Bolt: The strong bass'd promontorie Haue I made shake, and by the spurs pluckt vp The Pyne, and Cedar. Graues at my command Haue wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth By my so potent Art. But this rough Magicke I heere abiure: and when I haue requir'd Some heauenly Musicke (which euen now I do) To worke mine end vpon their Sences, that This Ayrie-charme is for, I'le breake my staffe, Bury it certaine fadomes in the earth, And deeper then did euer Plummet sound Solemne musicke.Ile drowne my booke.
Heere enters Arielbefore: Then Alonso with a franticke gesture, attended by Gonzalo. Sebastian and Anthonio in like manner attended by Adrian and Francisco: They all enter the circle which Prospero had made, and there stand charm'd: which Prospero obseruing, speakes.
A solemne Ayre, and the best comforter,To an vnsetled fancie, Cure thy braines(Now vselesse) boile within thy skull: there standFor you are Spell-stopt.Holy Gonzallo, Honourable man,Mine eyes ev'n sociable to the shew of thineFall fellowly drops: The charme dissolues apace,And as the morning steales vpon the night(Melting the darkenesse) so their rising sencesBegin to chace the ignorant fumes that mantleTheir cleerer reason. O good GonzalloMy true preserver, and a loyall Sir,To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy gracesHome both in word, and deede: Most cruelly Did thou Alonso, vse me, and my daughter: Thy brother was a furtherer in the Act, Thou art pinch'd for't now Sebastian. Flesh, and bloud, You, brother mine, that entertaine ambition, Expelld remorse, and nature, whom, with Sebastian(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong) Would heere haue kill'd your King: I do forgiue thee, Vnnaturall though thou art: Their vnderstanding Begins to swell, and the approching tide Will shortly fill the reasonable shoreThat now ly foule, and muddy: not one of them That yet lookes on me, or would know me: Ariel!, Fetch me the Hat, and Rapier in my Cell,I will disease me, and my selfe presentAs I was sometime Millaine: quickly Spirit, Thou shalt ere long be free.
Ariell sings, and helps to attire him. Where the Bee sucks, there suck I, In a Cowslips bell, I lie, There I cowch when Owles doe crie, On the Batts backe I doe flieafter Sommer merrily. Merrily, merrily, shall I liue now,Vnder the blossom that hangs on the Bow.
Pro.Why that's my dainty Ariell: I shall misseThee, but yet thou shalt haue freedome: so, so, so.To the Kings ship, inuisible as thou art,There shalt thou finde the Marriners asleepeVnder the Hatches: the Master and the Boat-swaineBeing awake, enforce them to this place;And presently, I pre'thee.
Ar.I drinke the aire before me, and returneExit.Or ere your pulse twice beate.
Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazementInhabits heere: some heauenly power guide vsOut of this fearefull Country.
Pro.Behold Sir KingThe wronged Duke of Millaine, Prospero:For more assurance that a liuing PrinceDo's now speake to thee, I embrace thy body,And to thee, and thy Company, I bidA hearty welcome.
Alo.Where thou bee'st he or no,Or some inchanted triflle to abuse me,(As late I haue beene) I not know: thy PulseBeats as of flesh, and blood: and since I saw thee,Th'affliction of my minde amends, with whichI feare a madnesse held me: this must craue(And if this be at all) a most strange story.Thy Dukedome I resigne, and doe entreatThou pardon me my wrongs: But how shold ProsperoBe liuing, and be heere?
Pre.First, noble Frend,Let me embrace thine age, whose honor cannotBe measur'd, or confin'd.
Gonz.Whether this be,Or be not, l'le not sweare.
Pro.You doe yet taste Some subtleties o'th'Isle, that will nor let you Beleeue things certaine: Wellcome, my friends all, But you, my brace of Lords, were I so minded I heere could plucke his Highnesse frowne vpon you And iustifie you Traitors: at this time I will tell no tales.
Seb.The Diuell speakes in him:
Pro.No:
For you (most wicked Sir) whom to call brotherWould euen infect my mouth, I do forgiueThy rankest fault; all of them: and requireMy Dukedome of thee, which, perforce I knowThou must restore.
Alo.If thou beest ProsperoGiue vs particulars of thy preseruation,How thou hast met vs heere, whom three howres sinceWere wrackt vpon this shore? where I haue lost(How sharp the point of this remembrance is)My deere sonne Ferdinand.
Pro.I am woe for't, Sir.
Alo.Irreparable is the losse, and patienceSaies, it is past her cure.
Pro.I rather thinkeYou haue not sought her helpe, of whose soft graceFor the like losse, I haue her soueraigne aid,And rest my selfe content.
Alo.You the like losse?
Pro.As great to me, as late, and supportable To make the deere losse, haue I meanes much weaker Then you may call to comfort you; for I Haue lost my daughter.
Alo.A daughter? Oh heauens, that they were liuing both in NalpesThe King and Queene there, that they were, I wish My selfe were mudded in that oo-zie bed Where my sonne lies: when did you lose your daughter?
Pro.In this last Tempest. I perceiue these Lords At this encounter doe so much admire, That they deuoure their reason, and scarce thinke Their eies doe offices of Truth: Their words Are naturall breath: but howsoeu'r you haue Beene iustled from your sences, know for certain That I am Prospero, and that very Duke Which was thrust forth of Millaine, who most strangely Vpon this shore (where you were wrackt) was landed To be the Lord on't: No more yet of this, For 'tis a Chronicle of day by day, Not a relation for a break-fast, nor Befitting this first meeting: Welcome, Sir; This Cell's my Court: heere haue I few attendants, And Subiects none abroad: pray you looke in: My Dukedome since you haue giuen me againe, I will requite you with as good a thing, At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye As much, as me my Dukedome.
Here Prospero discouers Ferdinand and Miranda, playing at Chesse.
Mir.Sweet Lord, you play me false.
Fer.No my dearest loue, I would not for the world.
Mir.Yes, for a score of Kingdomes, you should wrangle,And I would call it faire play.
Alo.If this proueA vision of the Island, one deere SonneShall I twice loose.
Seb.A most high miracle.
Fer.Though the Seas threaten they are mercifull,I haue curs'd them without cause.
Alo.Now all the blessingsOf a glad father, compasse thee about:Arise, and say how thou cam'st heere.
Mir.O wonder!How many goodly creatures are there heere?How beauteous mankinde is? O braue new world That has such people in’t
Pro. 'Tis new to thee.
Alo. What is this Maid, with whom thou was't at play?Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three houres:Is she the goddesse that hath seuer'd vs,And brought vs thus together?
Fer. Sir, she is mortall;But by immortall prouidence, she's mine;I chose her when I could not aske my FatherFor his aduise: nor thought I had one: SheIs daughter to this famous Duke of Millaine,Of whom, so often I haue heard renowne,But neuer saw before: of whom I haueReceiu'd a second life; and second FatherThis Lady makes him to me.
Alo. I am hers.But O, how odly will it sound, that IMust aske my childe forgiuenesse?
Pro. There Sir stop,Let vs not burthen our remembrances, withA heauinesse that's gon.
Gon. I haue inly wept,Or should haue spoke ere this: looke downe you godsAnd on this couple drop a blessed crowne;For it is you, that haue chalk'd forth the wayWhich brought vs hither.
Alo. I say Amen, Gonzallo.
Gon. Was Millaine thrust from Millaine, that his IssueShould become Kings of Naples? O reioyceBeyond a common ioy, and set it downeWith gold on lasting Pillers: In one voyageDid Claribell her husband finde at Tunis,And Ferdinand her brother, found a wife,Where he himselfe was lost: Prospero, his DukedomeIn a poore Isle; and all of vs, our selues,When no man was his owne.
Alo. Giue me your hands:Let griefe and sorrow still embrace his heart,That doth not wish you ioy.
Gon. Be it so, Amen.Enter Ariell, with the Master and Boatswaineamazedly following.O looke Sir, looke Sir, here is more of vs:I prophesi'd, if a Gallowes were on LandThis fellow could not drowne: Now blasphemy,That swear'st Grace ore-boord, not an oath on shore,Hast thou no mouth by land?What is the newes?
Bot. The best newes is, that we haue safely foundOur King, and company: The next: our Ship,Which but three glasses since, we gaue out split,Is tyte, and yare, and brauely rig'd, as whenWe first put out to Sea.
Ar. Sir, all this seruiceHaue I done since I went.
Pro. My tricksey Spirit.
Alo. These are not naturall euents, they strengthen From strange, to stranger: say, how came you hither?
Bot. If I did thinke, Sir, I were well awake, I’ld striue to tell you: we were dead of sleepe, And (how we know not) all clapt vnder hatches, Where, but euen now, with strange, and seuerall noyses Of roring, shreeking, howling, gingling chaines, And mo diuersitie of sounds, all horrible. We were awak'd: straight way, at liberty; Where we, in all our trim, freshly beheldOur royal], good, and gallant Ship: our MasterCapring to eye her: on a trice, so please you,Euen in a dreame, were we diuided from them,And were brought moaping hither.
Ar. Was't well done?
Pro. Brauely (my diligence) thou shalt be free.
Alo. This is as strange a Maze, as ere men trod,And there is in this businesse, more then natureWas euer conduct of: some OracleMust rectifie our knowledge.
Pro. Sir, my Leige,Doe not infest your minde, with beating onThe strangenesse of this businesse, at pickt leisure(Which shall be shortly single) I'le resolue you,(Which to you shall seeme probable) of eueryThese happend accidents: till when, be cheerefullAnd thinke of each thing well: Come hither Spirit,Set Caliban, and his companions free:Vntye the Spell: How fares my gracious Sir?There are yet missing of your CompanieSome few odde Lads, that you remember not.
Enter Ariell, driuing in Caliban, Stephano, andTrinculo in their stolne Apparell.
Ste. Euery man shift for all the rest, and letNo man take care for himselfe; for all isBut fortune: Coragio Bully-Monster Corasio.
Tri. If these be true spies which I weare in my head, here's a goodly sight.
Cal. O Setebos, these be braue Spirits indeede:How fine my Master is? I am afraidHe will chastise me.
Seb. Ha, ha:What things are these, my Lord Anthonio?Will money buy em?
Ant. Very like: one of themIs a plaine Fish, and no doubt marketable.
Pro. Marke but the badges of these men, my Lords,Then say if they be true: This mishapen knaue;His Mother was a Witch, and one so strongThat could controle the Moone; make flowes, and ebs,And deale in her command, without her power:These three haue robd me, and this demy-diuell;(For he's a bastard one) had plotted with themTo take my life: two of these Fellowes, youMust know, and owne, this Thing of darkenesse, IAcknowledge mine.
Cal. I shall be pincht to death.
Alo. Is not this Stephano, my drunken Butler?
Seb. He is drunke now; Where had he wine?
Alo. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they Finde this grand Liquor that hath gilded 'em? How cam'st thou in this pickle?
Tri. I haue bin in such a pickle since I saw you last, That I feare me will neuer out of my bones: I shall not feare fly-blowing!
Seb. Why how now Stephano?
Ste. O touch me not, I am not Stephano, but a Cramp.
Pro. You'ld be King o'the Isle, Sirha?
Ste. I should haue bin a sore one then.
Alo. This is a strange thing as ere I look'd on.
Pro. He is as disproportion'd in his MannersAs in his shape: Goe Sirha, to my Cell,Take with you your Companions: as you lookeTo haue my pardon, trim it handsomely.
Cal. I that I will: and Ile be wise hereafter, And seeke for grace: what a thrice double AsseWas I to take this drunkard for a god?And worship this dull foole?
Pro.Goe to, away.
Alo.Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.
Seb.Or stole it rather.
Pro.Sir, I inuite your Highnesse, and your traineTo my poore Cell: where you shall take your restFor this one night, which part of it, Ile wasteWith such discourse, as I not doubt, shall make itGoe quicke away: The story of my life,And the particular accidents, gon bySince I came to this Isle: And in the morneI'le bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,Where I haue hope to see the nuptiallOf these our deere-belou'd, solemnized,And thence retire me to my Millaine, whereEuery third thought shall be my graue.
Alo.I longTo heare the story of your life; which mustTake the eare strangely.
Pro.I'le deliuer all,And promise you calme Seas, auspicious gales,And saile, so expeditious, that shall catchYour Royall fleete farre off: My Ariel; chickeThat is thy charge: Then to the ElementsBe free, and fare thou well: please you draw neere.Exeunt omnes.