To think o’ th’ teen that I have turned you to, And thy fatherħ5 What foul play had we that we came from thence?īy foul play, as thou sayst, were we heaved thence, Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since, If thou rememb’rest aught ere thou cam’st here, That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else Canst thou rememberĥ0 I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast notĪnd rather like a dream than an assuranceĦ0 Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. Which thou heard’st cry, which thou saw’st sink. The direful spectacle of the wrack, which touchedģ5 I have with such provision in mine art
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Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, Of whence I am, nor that I am more better Tell your piteous heartĢ0 Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, whoĪrt ignorant of what thou art, naught knowing
It should the good ship so have swallowed, andġ5 No more amazement. Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere O, the cry did knockĪgainst my very heart! Poor souls, they perished. Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,ĭashed all to pieces. With those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel, The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,īut that the sea, mounting to th’ welkin’s cheek,ĥ Dashes the fire out. Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. If by your art, my dearest father, you have GONZALO Now would I give a thousand furlongs of seaįor an acre of barren ground: long heath, brownħ0 furze, anything. “Farewell, brother!”-“We split, we split, we Split!”-“Farewell, my wife and children!”. Water swear against it and gape at wid’st to glut him.Ī confused noise within: “Mercy on us!”-“We split, we GONZALO 60 He’ll be hanged yet, though every drop of Mightst lie drowning the washing of ten tides! Let’s assistĪNTONIO We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. MARINERS All lost! To prayers, to prayers! All lost! Ship were no stronger than a nutshell and as leakyīOATSWAIN 50 Lay her ahold, ahold! Set her two courses. GONZALO I’ll warrant him for drowning, though the SEBASTIAN A pox o’ your throat, you bawling, blasphemous,ĪNTONIO Hang, cur, hang, you whoreson, insolentĤ5 noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than Yet again? What do you here? Shall we give o’er and Not born to be hanged, our case is miserable.īOATSWAIN 35 Down with the topmast! Yare! Lower, lower!īring her to try wi’ th’ main course. Our cable, for our own doth little advantage. Methinksģ0 he hath no drowning mark upon him. GONZALO I have great comfort from this fellow. Make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance IfĢ5 you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and To silence, and work the peace of the present, we You areĪ councillor if you can command these elements GONZALO Good, yet remember whom thou hastīOATSWAIN None that I more love than myself. Roarers for the name of king? To cabin! Silence! As all except Caliban and Ariel prepare to leave the island, Prospero, who has given up his magic, bids farewell to the island and the audience. Alonso, joyously reunited with his son, restores Prospero to the dukedom of Milan and welcomes Miranda as Ferdinand’s wife. Having all his enemies under his control, Prospero decides to forgive them. The nobles from the ship search for Ferdinand and are confronted with a spectacle including a Harpy, who convinces Alonso that Ferdinand’s death is retribution for Prospero’s exile. Other castaways who appear are Trinculo and Stephano, Alonso’s jester and butler, who join forces with Caliban to kill Prospero and take over the island.
After secretly watching Miranda and Ferdinand exchange vows, Prospero releases Ferdinand and consents to their marriage. Prospero secretly approves of their love, but tests the pair by enslaving Ferdinand. First is Alonso’s son Ferdinand, who immediately falls in love with Miranda. On the island, castaways from the wreck begin to appear. Prospero and Miranda are served by a spirit named Ariel and by Caliban, son of the island’s previous inhabitant, the witch Sycorax. Prospero had been banished twelve years earlier when Prospero’s brother, Antonio-also on the doomed ship-conspired with Alonso to become the duke instead. On a nearby island, the exiled Duke of Milan, Prospero, tells his daughter, Miranda, that he has caused the storm with his magical powers. A story of shipwreck and magic, The Tempest begins on a ship caught in a violent storm with Alonso, the king of Naples, on board.
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