| ACT IV SCENE I | Before PROSPERO'S cell. | |
| | Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA | |
| PROSPERO | If I have too austerely punish'd you, | |
| | Your compensation makes amends, for I | |
| | Have given you here a third of mine own life, | |
| | Or that for which I live; who once again | 5 |
| | I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations | |
| | Were but my trials of thy love and thou | |
| | Hast strangely stood the test here, afore Heaven, | |
| | I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand, | |
| | Do not smile at me that I boast her off, | 10 |
| | For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise | |
| | And make it halt behind her. | |
| FERDINAND | I do believe it | |
| | Against an oracle. | |
| PROSPERO | Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition | 15 |
| | Worthily purchased take my daughter: but | |
| | If thou dost break her virgin-knot before | |
| | All sanctimonious ceremonies may | |
| | With full and holy rite be minister'd, | |
| | No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall | 20 |
| | To make this contract grow: but barren hate, | |
| | Sour-eyed disdain and discord shall bestrew | |
| | The union of your bed with weeds so loathly | |
| | That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed, | |
| | As Hymen's lamps shall light you. | 25 |
| FERDINAND | As I hope | |
| | For quiet days, fair issue and long life, | |
| | With such love as 'tis now, the murkiest den, | |
| | The most opportune place, the strong'st suggestion. | |
| | Our worser genius can, shall never melt | 30 |
| | Mine honour into lust, to take away | |
| | The edge of that day's celebration | |
| | When I shall think: or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd, | |
| | Or Night kept chain'd below. | |
| PROSPERO | Fairly spoke. | 35 |
| | Sit then and talk with her; she is thine own. | |
| | What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel! | |
| | Enter ARIEL | |
| ARIEL | What would my potent master? here I am. | |
| PROSPERO | Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service | |
| | Did worthily perform; and I must use you | 40 |
| | In such another trick. Go bring the rabble, | |
| | O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place: | |
| | Incite them to quick motion; for I must | |
| | Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple | |
| | Some vanity of mine art: it is my promise, | 45 |
| | And they expect it from me. | |
| ARIEL | Presently? | |
| PROSPERO | Ay, with a twink. | |
| ARIEL | Before you can say 'come' and 'go,' | |
| | And breathe twice and cry 'so, so,' | 50 |
| | Each one, tripping on his toe, | |
| | Will be here with mop and mow. | |
| | Do you love me, master? no? | |
| PROSPERO | Dearly my delicate Ariel. Do not approach | |
| | Till thou dost hear me call. | 55 |
| ARIEL | Well, I conceive. | |
| | Exit | |
| PROSPERO | Look thou be true; do not give dalliance | |
| | Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw | |
| | To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious, | |
| | Or else, good night your vow! | 60 |
| FERDINAND | I warrant you sir; | |
| | The white cold virgin snow upon my heart | |
| | Abates the ardour of my liver. | |
| PROSPERO | Well. | |
| | Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary, | 65 |
| | Rather than want a spirit: appear and pertly! | |
| | No tongue! all eyes! be silent. | |
| | Soft music | |
| | Enter IRIS | |
| IRIS | Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas | |
| | Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and pease; | |
| | Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep, | 70 |
| | And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep; | |
| | Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims, | |
| | Which spongy April at thy hest betrims, | |
| | To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom -groves, | |
| | Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, | 75 |
| | Being lass-lorn: thy pole-clipt vineyard; | |
| | And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard, | |
| | Where thou thyself dost air;--the queen o' the sky, | |
| | Whose watery arch and messenger am I, | |
| | Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace, | 80 |
| | Here on this grass-plot, in this very place, | |
| | To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain: | |
| | Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain. | |
| | Enter CERES | |
| CERES | Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that ne'er | |
| | Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter; | 85 |
| | Who with thy saffron wings upon my flowers | |
| | Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers, | |
| | And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown | |
| | My bosky acres and my unshrubb'd down, | |
| | Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen | 90 |
| | Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green? | |
| IRIS | A contract of true love to celebrate; | |
| | And some donation freely to estate | |
| | On the blest lovers. | |
| CERES | Tell me, heavenly bow, | 95 |
| | If Venus or her son, as thou dost know, | |
| | Do now attend the queen? Since they did plot | |
| | The means that dusky Dis my daughter got, | |
| | Her and her blind boy's scandal'd company | |
| | I have forsworn. | 100 |
| IRIS | Of her society | |
| | Be not afraid: I met her deity | |
| | Cutting the clouds towards Paphos and her son | |
| | Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done | |
| | Some wanton charm upon this man and maid, | 105 |
| | Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid | |
| | Till Hymen's torch be lighted: but vain; | |
| | Mars's hot minion is returned again; | |
| | Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows, | |
| | Swears he will shoot no more but play with sparrows | 110 |
| | And be a boy right out. | |
| CERES | High'st queen of state, | |
| | Great Juno, comes; I know her by her gait. | |
| | Enter JUNO | |
| JUNO | How does my bounteous sister? Go with me | |
| | To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be | 115 |
| | And honour'd in their issue. | |
| | They sing: | |
| JUNO | Honour, riches, marriage-blessing, | |
| | Long continuance, and increasing, | |
| | Hourly joys be still upon you! | |
| | Juno sings her blessings upon you. | 120 |
| CERES | Earth's increase, foison plenty, | |
| | Barns and garners never empty, | |
| | Vines and clustering bunches growing, | |
| | Plants with goodly burthen bowing; | |
| | Spring come to you at the farthest | 125 |
| | In the very end of harvest! | |
| | Scarcity and want shall shun you; | |
| | Ceres' blessing so is on you. | |
| FERDINAND | This is a most majestic vision, and | |
| | Harmoniously charmingly. May I be bold | 130 |
| | To think these spirits? | |
| PROSPERO | Spirits, which by mine art | |
| | I have from their confines call'd to enact | |
| | My present fancies. | |
| FERDINAND | Let me live here ever; | 135 |
| | So rare a wonder'd father and a wife | |
| | Makes this place Paradise. | |
| | Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris onemployment | |
| PROSPERO | Sweet, now, silence! | |
| | Juno and Ceres whisper seriously; | |
| | There's something else to do: hush, and be mute, | 140 |
| | Or else our spell is marr'd. | |
| IRIS | You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks, | |
| | With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks, | |
| | Leave your crisp channels and on this green land | |
| | Answer your summons; Juno does command: | 145 |
| | Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate | |
| | A contract of true love; be not too late. | |
| | Enter certain Nymphs | |
| | You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary, | |
| | Come hither from the furrow and be merry: | |
| | Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on | 150 |
| | And these fresh nymphs encounter every one | |
| | In country footing. | |
| | Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: theyjoin with the Nymphs in a graceful dance;towards the end whereof PROSPERO startssuddenly, and speaks; after which, to astrange, hollow, and confused noise, theyheavily vanish | |
| PROSPERO | Aside | |
| | Of the beast Caliban and his confederates | |
| | Against my life: the minute of their plot | |
| | Is almost come. | 155 |
| | To the Spirits | |
| | Well done! avoid; no more! | |
| FERDINAND | This is strange: your father's in some passion | |
| | That works him strongly. | |
| MIRANDA | Never till this day | |
| | Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd. | 160 |
| PROSPERO | You do look, my son, in a moved sort, | |
| | As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir. | |
| | Our revels now are ended. These our actors, | |
| | As I foretold you, were all spirits and | |
| | Are melted into air, into thin air: | 165 |
| | And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, | |
| | The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, | |
| | The solemn temples, the great globe itself, | |
| | Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve | |
| | And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, | 170 |
| | Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff | |
| | As dreams are made on, and our little life | |
| | Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd; | |
| | Bear with my weakness; my, brain is troubled: | |
| | Be not disturb'd with my infirmity: | 175 |
| | If you be pleased, retire into my cell | |
| | And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk, | |
| | To still my beating mind. | |
| FERDINAND | | | |
| | | We wish your peace. | 180 |
| MIRANDA | | | |
| | Exeunt | |
| PROSPERO | Come with a thought I thank thee, Ariel: come. | |
| | Enter ARIEL | |
| ARIEL | Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure? | |
| PROSPERO | Spirit, | |
| | We must prepare to meet with Caliban. | 185 |
| ARIEL | Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres, | |
| | I thought to have told thee of it, but I fear'd | |
| | Lest I might anger thee. | |
| PROSPERO | Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? | |
| ARIEL | I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; | 190 |
| | So fun of valour that they smote the air | |
| | For breathing in their faces; beat the ground | |
| | For kissing of their feet; yet always bending | |
| | Towards their project. Then I beat my tabour; | |
| | At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd | 195 |
| | their ears, | |
| | Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses | |
| | As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears | |
| | That calf-like they my lowing follow'd through | |
| | Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss and thorns, | 200 |
| | Which entered their frail shins: at last I left them | |
| | I' the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell, | |
| | There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake | |
| | O'erstunk their feet. | |
| PROSPERO | This was well done, my bird. | 205 |
| | Thy shape invisible retain thou still: | |
| | The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither, | |
| | For stale to catch these thieves. | |
| ARIEL | I go, I go. | |
| | Exit | |
| PROSPERO | A devil, a born devil, on whose nature | 210 |
| | Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, | |
| | Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost; | |
| | And as with age his body uglier grows, | |
| | So his mind cankers. I will plague them all, | |
| | Even to roaring. | 215 |
| | Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, &c | |
| | Come, hang them on this line. | |
| | PROSPERO and ARIEL remain invisible. EnterCALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet | |
| CALIBAN | Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not | |
| | Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell. | |
| STEPHANO | Monster, your fairy, which you say is | |
| | a harmless fairy, has done little better than | 220 |
| | played the Jack with us. | |
| TRINCULO | Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at | |
| | which my nose is in great indignation. | |
| STEPHANO | So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take | |
| | a displeasure against you, look you,-- | 225 |
| TRINCULO | Thou wert but a lost monster. | |
| CALIBAN | Good my lord, give me thy favour still. | |
| | Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to | |
| | Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly. | |
| | All's hush'd as midnight yet. | 230 |
| TRINCULO | Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,-- | |
| STEPHANO | There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, | |
| | monster, but an infinite loss. | |
| TRINCULO | That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your | |
| | harmless fairy, monster. | 235 |
| STEPHANO | I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears | |
| | for my labour. | |
| CALIBAN | Prithee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here, | |
| | This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter. | |
| | Do that good mischief which may make this island | 240 |
| | Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban, | |
| | For aye thy foot-licker. | |
| STEPHANO | Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts. | |
| TRINCULO | O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look | |
| | what a wardrobe here is for thee! | 245 |
| CALIBAN | Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash. | |
| TRINCULO | O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery. | |
| | O king Stephano! | |
| STEPHANO | Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have | |
| | that gown. | 250 |
| TRINCULO | Thy grace shall have it. | |
| CALIBAN | The dropsy drown this fool I what do you mean | |
| | To dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone | |
| | And do the murder first: if he awake, | |
| | From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches, | 255 |
| | Make us strange stuff. | |
| STEPHANO | Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, | |
| | is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under | |
| | the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your | |
| | hair and prove a bald jerkin. | 260 |
| TRINCULO | Do, do: we steal by line and level, an't like your grace. | |
| STEPHANO | I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't: | |
| | wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this | |
| | country. 'Steal by line and level' is an excellent | |
| | pass of pate; there's another garment for't. | 265 |
| TRINCULO | Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and | |
| | away with the rest. | |
| CALIBAN | I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, | |
| | And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes | |
| | With foreheads villanous low. | 270 |
| STEPHANO | Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this | |
| | away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you | |
| | out of my kingdom: go to, carry this. | |
| TRINCULO | And this. | |
| STEPHANO | Ay, and this. | 275 |
| | A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits,in shape of dogs and hounds, and hunt them about,PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on | |
| PROSPERO | Hey, Mountain, hey! | |
| ARIEL | Silver I there it goes, Silver! | |
| PROSPERO | Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark! hark! | |
| | CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, aredriven out | |
| | Go charge my goblins that they grind their joints | |
| | With dry convulsions, shorten up their sinews | 280 |
| | With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them | |
| | Than pard or cat o' mountain. | |
| ARIEL | Hark, they roar! | |
| PROSPERO | Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour | |
| | Lie at my mercy all mine enemies: | 285 |
| | Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou | |
| | Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little | |
| | Follow, and do me service. | |
| | Exeunt | |