1    Now does my project gather to a head:
2    My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time
3    Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?

4    On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,
5    You said our work should cease.

6    I did say so,
7    When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,
8    How fares the king and's followers?

9    Confined together
10   In the same fashion as you gave in charge,
11   Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir,
12   In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell;
13   They cannot budge till your release. The king,
14   His brother and yours, abide all three distracted
15   And the remainder mourning over them,
16   Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly
17   Him that you term'd, sir, 'The good old lord Gonzalo;'
18   His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops
19   From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em
20   That if you now beheld them, your affections
21   Would become tender.

22   Dost thou think so, spirit?

23   Mine would, sir, were I human.

24   And mine shall.
25   Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
26   Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
27   One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
28   Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?
29   Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,
30   Yet with my nobler reason 'gaitist my fury
31   Do I take part: the rarer action is
32   In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
33   The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
34   Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel:
35   My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
36   And they shall be themselves.

37   I'll fetch them, sir.

38   Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,
39   And ye that on the sands with printless foot
40   Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him
41   When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
42   By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
43   Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime
44   Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
45   To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,
46   Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd
47   The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
48   And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault
49   Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
50   Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak
51   With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory
52   Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up
53   The pine and cedar: graves at my command
54   Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
55   By my so potent art. But this rough magic
56   I here abjure, and, when I have required
57   Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
58   To work mine end upon their senses that
59   This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
60   Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
61   And deeper than did ever plummet sound
62   I'll drown my book.
Solemn music
63   A solemn air and the best comforter
64   To an unsettled fancy cure thy brains,
65   Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,
66   For you are spell-stopp'd.
67   Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
68   Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,
69   Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace,
70   And as the morning steals upon the night,
71   Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
72   Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
73   Their clearer reason. O good Gonzalo,
74   My true preserver, and a loyal sir
75   To him you follow'st! I will pay thy graces
76   Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly
77   Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
78   Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.
79   Thou art pinch'd fort now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,
80   You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,
81   Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,
82   Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,
83   Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
84   Unnatural though thou art. Their understanding
85   Begins to swell, and the approaching tide
86   Will shortly fill the reasonable shore
87   That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them
88   That yet looks on me, or would know me Ariel,
89   Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:
90   I will discase me, and myself present
91   As I was sometime Milan: quickly, spirit;
92   Thou shalt ere long be free.
ARIEL sings and helps to attire him
93   Where the bee sucks. there suck I:
94   In a cowslip's bell I lie;
95   There I couch when owls do cry.
96   On the bat's back I do fly
97   After summer merrily.
98   Merrily, merrily shall I live now
99   Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

100  Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee:
101  But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.
102  To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:
103  There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
104  Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain
105  Being awake, enforce them to this place,
106  And presently, I prithee.

107  I drink the air before me, and return
108  Or ere your pulse twice beat.

109  All torment, trouble, wonder and amazement
110  Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us
111  Out of this fearful country!

112  Behold, sir king,
113  The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero:
114  For more assurance that a living prince
115  Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
116  And to thee and thy company I bid
117  A hearty welcome.

118  Whether thou best he or no,
119  Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
120  As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse
121  Beats as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,
122  The affliction of my mind amends, with which,
123  I fear, a madness held me: this must crave,
124  An if this be at all, a most strange story.
125  Thy dukedom I resign and do entreat
126  Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should Prospero
127  Be living and be here?

128  First, noble friend,
129  Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot
130  Be measured or confined.

131  Whether this be
132  Or be not, I'll not swear.

133  You do yet taste
134  Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you
135  Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all!
Aside to SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO
136  But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,
137  I here could pluck his highness' frown upon you
138  And justify you traitors: at this time
139  I will tell no tales.

Aside
140   The devil speaks in him.

141  No.
142  For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother
143  Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
144  Thy rankest fault; all of them; and require
145  My dukedom of thee, which perforce, I know,
146  Thou must restore.

147  If thou be'st Prospero,
148  Give us particulars of thy preservation;
149  How thou hast met us here, who three hours since
150  Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost--
151  How sharp the point of this remembrance is!--
152  My dear son Ferdinand.

153  I am woe for't, sir.

154  Irreparable is the loss, and patience
155  Says it is past her cure.

156  I rather think
157  You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace
158  For the like loss I have her sovereign aid
159  And rest myself content.

160  You the like loss!

161  As great to me as late; and, supportable
162  To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
163  Than you may call to comfort you, for I
164  Have lost my daughter.

165  A daughter?
166  O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,
167  The king and queen there! that they were, I wish
168  Myself were mudded in that oozy bed
169  Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?

170  In this last tempest. I perceive these lords
171  At this encounter do so much admire
172  That they devour their reason and scarce think
173  Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
174  Are natural breath: but, howsoe'er you have
175  Been justled from your senses, know for certain
176  That I am Prospero and that very duke
177  Which was thrust forth of Milan, who most strangely
178  Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed,
179  To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;
180  For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,
181  Not a relation for a breakfast nor
182  Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;
183  This cell's my court: here have I few attendants
184  And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.
185  My dukedom since you have given me again,
186  I will requite you with as good a thing;
187  At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye
188  As much as me my dukedom.

189  Sweet lord, you play me false.

190  No, my dear'st love,
191  I would not for the world.

192  Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,
193  And I would call it, fair play.

194  If this prove
195  A vision of the Island, one dear son
196  Shall I twice lose.

197  A most high miracle!

198  Though the seas threaten, they are merciful;
199  I have cursed them without cause.

200  Now all the blessings
201  Of a glad father compass thee about!
202  Arise, and say how thou camest here.

203  O, wonder!
204  How many goodly creatures are there here!
205  How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world,
206  That has such people in't!

207  'Tis new to thee.

208  What is this maid with whom thou wast at play?
209  Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours:
210  Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,
211  And brought us thus together?

212  Sir, she is mortal;
213  But by immortal Providence she's mine:
214  I chose her when I could not ask my father
215  For his advice, nor thought I had one. She
216  Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,
217  Of whom so often I have heard renown,
218  But never saw before; of whom I have
219  Received a second life; and second father
220  This lady makes him to me.

221  I am hers:
222  But, O, how oddly will it sound that I
223  Must ask my child forgiveness!

224  There, sir, stop:
225  Let us not burthen our remembrance with
226  A heaviness that's gone.

227  I have inly wept,
228  Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you god,
229  And on this couple drop a blessed crown!
230  For it is you that have chalk'd forth the way
231  Which brought us hither.

232  I say, Amen, Gonzalo!

233  Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue
234  Should become kings of Naples? O, rejoice
235  Beyond a common joy, and set it down
236  With gold on lasting pillars: In one voyage
237  Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis,
238  And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife
239  Where he himself was lost, Prospero his dukedom
240  In a poor isle and all of us ourselves
241  When no man was his own.

To FERDINAND and MIRANDA
242   Give me your hands:
243  Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart
244  That doth not wish you joy!

245  Be it so! Amen!
246  O, look, sir, look, sir! here is more of us:
247  I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,
248  This fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy,
249  That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?
250  Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?

251  The best news is, that we have safely found
252  Our king and company; the next, our ship--
253  Which, but three glasses since, we gave out split--
254  Is tight and yare and bravely rigg'd as when
255  We first put out to sea.

Aside to PROSPERO
256   Sir, all this service
257  Have I done since I went.

Aside to ARIEL
258   My tricksy spirit!

259  These are not natural events; they strengthen
260  From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?

261  If I did think, sir, I were well awake,
262  I'ld strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep,
263  And--how we know not--all clapp'd under hatches;
264  Where but even now with strange and several noises
265  Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,
266  And more diversity of sounds, all horrible,
267  We were awaked; straightway, at liberty;
268  Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
269  Our royal, good and gallant ship, our master
270  Capering to eye her: on a trice, so please you,
271  Even in a dream, were we divided from them
272  And were brought moping hither.

Aside to PROSPERO
273   Was't well done?

Aside to ARIEL
274   Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free.

275  This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod
276  And there is in this business more than nature
277  Was ever conduct of: some oracle
278  Must rectify our knowledge.

279  Sir, my liege,
280  Do not infest your mind with beating on
281  The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure
282  Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you,
283  Which to you shall seem probable, of every
284  These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful
285  And think of each thing well.
Aside to ARIEL
286  Come hither, spirit:
287  Set Caliban and his companions free;
288  Untie the spell.
Exit ARIEL
289  How fares my gracious sir?
290  There are yet missing of your company
291  Some few odd lads that you remember not.

292  Every man shift for all the rest, and
293  let no man take care for himself; for all is
294  but fortune. Coragio, bully-monster, coragio!

295  If these be true spies which I wear in my head,
296  here's a goodly sight.

297  O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!
298  How fine my master is! I am afraid
299  He will chastise me.

300  Ha, ha!
301  What things are these, my lord Antonio?
302  Will money buy 'em?

303  Very like; one of them
304  Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.

305  Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,
306  Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen knave,
307  His mother was a witch, and one so strong
308  That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,
309  And deal in her command without her power.
310  These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil--
311  For he's a bastard one--had plotted with them
312  To take my life. Two of these fellows you
313  Must know and own; this thing of darkness!
314  Acknowledge mine.

315  I shall be pinch'd to death.

316  Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?

317  He is drunk now: where had he wine?

318  And Trinculo is reeling ripe: where should they
319  Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em?
320  How camest thou in this pickle?

321  I have been in such a pickle since I
322  saw you last that, I fear me, will never out of
323  my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing.

324  Why, how now, Stephano!

325  O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a cramp.

326  You'ld be king o' the isle, sirrah?

327  I should have been a sore one then.

328  This is a strange thing as e'er I look'd on.

329  He is as disproportion'd in his manners
330  As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell;
331  Take with you your companions; as you look
332  To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.

333  Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter
334  And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass
335  Was I, to take this drunkard for a god
336  And worship this dull fool!

337  Go to; away!

338  Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.

339  Or stole it, rather.

340  Sir, I invite your highness and your train
341  To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest
342  For this one night; which, part of it, I'll waste
343  With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it
344  Go quick away; the story of my life
345  And the particular accidents gone by
346  Since I came to this isle: and in the morn
347  I'll bring you to your ship and so to Naples,
348  Where I have hope to see the nuptial
349  Of these our dear-beloved solemnized;
350  And thence retire me to my Milan, where
351  Every third thought shall be my grave.

352  I long
353  To hear the story of your life, which must
354  Take the ear strangely.

355  I'll deliver all;
356  And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales
357  And sail so expeditious that shall catch
358  Your royal fleet far off.
Aside to ARIEL
359  My Ariel, chick,
360  That is thy charge: then to the elements
361  Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near.