The Tempest Page #7

- Ariel!

- What would my potent master?

Here I am

Go bring the rabble, o'er whom I give

thee pow'r, 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

and they expect it from me

- Presently?

- Ay, with a twink

Before you can say "Come' and Go"!

Do you love me, master?

No?

Dearly my delicate Ariel

O mistress mine, where are you

roaming?

Oh stay and hear!

Your true love's coming

that can sing both high and low

trip no further, pretty sweeting,

journey's end in lover's meeting

every wise man's son doth know

What is love? Tis not hereafter

present mirth hath present laughter

what's to come is still unsure

in delay there lies no plenty

then come kiss me,

sweet-and-twenty

youth's a stuff...

...will not endure, will not endure

Look thou be true

Do not give dalliance too much the rein

the strongest oaths are straw

to the fire i' th' blood

I warrant you madam

The white cold virgin snow upon my

heart abates the ardour of my liver

Well...

No tongue! All eyes! Be silent

I had forgot that foul conspiracy

of the beast Caliban

and his confederates

against my life

Avoid! No more! No more!

This is strange. Your mother's in some

passion that works her strongly

Never till this day saw I her

touch'd with anger so distemper'd

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

and, like the baseless fabric

of this vision

the cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous

palaces, the solemn temples

the great globe itself, yea, all which

it inherit shall dissolve

and, like this insubstantial

pageant faded

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

If you be pleased, retire into my cell

and there repose

a turn or two I'll walk, to still

my beating mind

We wish your peace

Come with a thought!

I thank thee, Ariel. Come

What's thy pleasure?

Spirit. We must prepare

to meet with Caliban

Ay, my commander

Say again, where didst thou leave

these varlets?

I told you, ma'am, they were

red-hot with drinking

I left them I' the filthy-mantled

pool beyond your cell

There dancing up to the chins,

that the foul lake outstunk their feet

This was well done, my bird

The trumpery in my house, go put it

out, for stale to catch these thieves

I go, I go

A devil, a born devil

on whose nature nurture

can never stick

on whom my pains, humanely taken

all, all lost, quite lost!

I will plague them all, even to roaring

Pray you, tread softly

We now are near her cell

O no

Prithee, be quiet. Seest thou here?

This is the mouth o' the cell

Give me thy hand. I do begin to

have bloody thoughts

O King Stephano! O worthy Stephano!

Look what a wardrobe here is for thee!

Let it alone, thou fool!

It is but trash

O, ho, monster! We know what

belongs to a frippery

O king Stephano!

Put off that gown, Trinculo!

By this hand, I'll have that gown

Thy Grace shall have it

I look a dream, don't I

How can it be real

Look at the business, Gov'ner

What do you mean to dote

thus on such luggage?

Let's alone and do the murder first

Be you quiet, monster

Mistress line, is not this my jerkin?

Do, do! We steal by line and level

and't like your Grace

I thank thee for that jest

Here's a garment for't

Wit shall not go unrewarded

while I am king of this country

Monster, come, put some lime upon

your fingers, and away with the rest

I will have none on't. We shall lose our

time, and all be turned to barnacles

Monster, lay-on your fingers,

or I'll turn thee from my kingdom

- Go to, carry this

- And this

Ay, and this

Hey, Mountain, hey!

Silver!

Fury, Fury!

There, tyrant, there!

Hark!

They roar!

Let them be hunted soundly

At this hour lie at my mercy

all mine enemies

Now does my project gather to a head

Shortly shall all my labours end

and thou shalt have the air at freedom

Say, my spirit, how fares the King

and 's followers?

Just as you left them

All prisoners, ma'am

The King, his brother and yours,

abide all three distracted

but chiefly him that you term'd, ma'am

'The good old lord Gonzalo'...

His tears run down his beard, like

winter's drops from eaves of reeds

Your charm so strongly works 'em

that if you now beheld them

your affections would become tender

Dost thou think so, spirit?

Mine would, master

were I human

And mine shall

Hast thou, which art but air

a touch, a feeling of their afflictions

and shall not myself

one of their kind be kindlier

moved than thou art?

Though with their high wrongs

I am struck to th' quick

yet with my nobler reason

'gainst my fury do I take part

The rarer action is in virtue

than in vengeance

They being penitent

the sole drift of my purpose doth

extend not a frown further

Go, release them, Ariel

My charms I'll break

their senses I'll restore, and

they shall be themselves

I'll fetch them, ma'am

Ye elves of hills, brooks,

standing lakes and groves

and ye that on the sands

with printless foot

do chase the ebbing Neptune and do

fly him when he comes back

you demi-puppets that by moonshine

do the green sour ringlets make

whereof the ewe not bites

and you whose pastime is to make

midnight mushrooms

that rejoice to hear the solemn curfew

by whose aid

weak masters though ye be

I have bedimm'd the noontide sun

call'd forth the mutinous winds

and 'twixt the green sea

and the azured vault, set roaring war

to the dread rattling thunder

have I given fire

and rifted Jove's stout oak

with his own bolt

the strong-based promontory

have I made shake

and by the spurs pluck'd up

the pine and cedar

graves at my command have

waked their sleepers oped

and let 'em forth

by my so potent art

But this rough magic I here abjure

and, when I have required some

heavenly music which even now I do

to work mine end upon their senses

that this airy charm is for

I'll break my staff

bury it certain fathoms in the earth

and deeper than did

ever plummet sound

I'll drown my book

There stand, for you are spell-stopp'd

O good Gonzalo, my true preserver

and a loyal sir to him you follow'st

I will pay thy graces home

both in word and deed

Most cruelly didst thou, Alonso,

use me and my daughter

Thy brother was a furtherer in the act

Thou art pinched for't now, Sebastian

Flesh and blood, you, brother mine

that entertain'd ambition, expell'd

remorse and nature

who, with Sebastian, would

here have killed your king

I do forgive thee, unnatural

though thou art

Their understanding begins to swell

Ariel

fetch me the skirt and bodice from my

cell I will discase me, and myself present

as I was sometime Milan

Quickly, spirit! Thou shalt ere

long be free

O I shall miss thee Ariel

but yet thou shalt have freedom

so...

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