The Tempest - The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [9 vols.]

William Shakespeare, John Glover, William George Clark

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WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

EDITED BY

WILLIAM GEORGE CLARK, M.A. FELLOW AND TUTOR OF TRINITY COLLEGE, AND PUBLIC ORATOR IN THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE;

AND JOHN GLOVER, M.A. LIBRARIAN OF TRINITY COLLEGE, CAMBRIDGE.

  VOLUME I.  

Cambridge and London: M A C M I 1863.

Dramatis Personæ   Act IScene 1On a ship at sea. Scene 2The island. Before Prospero’s cell. Act IIScene 1Another part of the island. Scene 2Another part of the island. Act IIIScene 1Before Prospero’s cell. Scene 2Another part of the island. Scene 3Another part of the island. Act IVScene 1Before Prospero’s cell. Act VScene 1Before the cell of Prospero.   Endnotes Critical Apparatus(“Linenotes”) Texts Used(from general preface)

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A LONSO , King of Naples. S EBASTIAN , his brother. P ROSPERO , the right Duke of Milan. A NTONIO , his brother, the usurping Duke of Milan. F ERDINAND , son to the King of Naples. G ONZALO , an honest old Counsellor. F A AR NA N D CI IR , SCO .rosdL , C ALIBAN , a savage and deformed Slave. T RINCULO , a Jester. S TEPHANO , a drunken Butler. Master of a Ship. Boatswain. Mariners.   M IRANDA , daughter to Prospero.   A RIEL , an airy Spirit. I RIS , C ERES , J UNO  by, presented 2 Spirits. Nymphs, Reapers,   Other Spirits attending on Prospero 3 . S CENE —A ship at sea 4 : an uninhabited island.

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ACT I. S CENE I.On a ship at sea: a tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard. Entera Ship-Masteranda Boatswain. Mast.Boatswain! Boats.Here, master: what cheer? Mast.Good, speak to the mariners: fall to’t, yarely, or we run ourselves aground: bestir, bestir. [Exit. EnterMariners. Boats.Heigh, my hearts! cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to the master’s whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! EnterA LONSO , S EBASTIAN , A NTONIO , F ERDINAND , G ONZALO , and others. Alon.Good boatswain, have care. Where’s the master? Play the men. Boats.I pray now, keep below. Ant.Where is the master, boatswain? Boats.hear him? You mar our labour: keep yourDo you not cabins: you do assist the storm. Gon.Nay, good, be patient. Boats.the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers forWhen the name of king? To cabin: silence! trouble us not. Gon.Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard. Boats.None that I more love than myself. You are a Counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority: if you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. Cheerly, good hearts! Out of our way, I say. [Exit. Gon.I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to his hanging: make the rope of his destin our cable for our own doth little advanta e. If he be not

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Mir.If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them. The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin’s cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer’d With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her, Dash’d all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perish’d! Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere It should the good ship so have swallow’d and The fraughting souls within her. Pros.Be collected: No more amazement: tell your piteous heart There’s no harm done. Mir.O, woe the day! Pros.No harm. I have done nothing but in care of thee, Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Of whence I am, nor that I am more better Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, And thy no greater father. Mir.More to know Did never meddle with my thoughts. Pros.’Tis time I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand, And pluck my magic garment from me.—So: [Lays down his mantle. Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort. The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch’d The very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So safely order’d, that there is no soul, No, not so much perdition as an hair Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heard’st cry, which thou saw’st sink. Sit down; For thou must now know farther. Mir.You have often Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp’d, And left me to a bootless inquisition, Concluding “Stay: not yet.” Pros.The hour’s now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember A time before we came unto this cell? I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not Out three years old. Mir.Certainly, sir, I can.

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Pros.By what? by any other house or person? Of any thing the image tell me that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mir.’Tis far off, And rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants. Had I not Four or five women once that tended me? Pros.Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else In the dark backward and abysm of time? If thou remember’st ought ere thou camest here, How thou camest here thou mayst. Mir.But that I do not. Pros.Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since, Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and A prince of power. Mir.Sir, are not you my father? Pros.Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father Was Duke of Milan; and his only heir And princess, no worse issued. Mir.O the heavens! What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or blessed was’t we did? Pros.Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou say’st, were we heaved thence; But blessedly holp hither. Mir.O, my heart bleeds To think o’ the teen that I have turn’d you to. Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther. Pros.My brother, and thy uncle, call’d Antonio,— I pray thee, mark me,—that a brother should Be so perfidious!—he whom, next thyself, Of all the world I loved, and to him put The manage of my state; as, at that time, Through all the signories it was the first, And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed In dignity, and for the liberal arts Without a parallel; those being all my study, The government I cast upon my brother, And to my state grew stranger, being transported And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle— Dost thou attend me? Mir.Sir, most heedfully. Pros.Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them, whom to advance, and whom To trash for over-topping, new created The creatures that were mine I sa or chan ed ’em

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