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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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
have I given fire
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
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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