The Tempest Page #8

so...

so...

Behold the wronged Duchess

of Milan, Prospera

I bid a hearty welcome

Whe'r thou be'st she or no, or some

enchanted trifle to abuse me I not know

thy pulse beats as of flesh and blood

and, since I saw thee,

th' affliction of my mind amends

with which, I fear, a madness held me

This must crave and if this be at all

a most strange story

Thy dukedom I resign and do entreat

thou pardon me my wrongs

But how should Prospera

be living and be here?

First, noble friend

let me embrace thine age

whose honour cannot

be measured or confined

Whether this be or be not, I'll not swear

Welcome, my friends all

But you, my brace of lords

were I so minded I could here

pluck his Highness' frown upon you

and justify you traitors

at this time I will tell no tales

- The devil speaks in her

- No

For you, most wicked sir

whom to call brother would even

infect my mouth

I do forgive thy rankest fault, all of them

and require my dukedom of thee, which

perforce, I know thou must restore

If thou beest Prospera, give us

particulars of thy preservation

How thou hast met us here

who three hours since were

wracked upon this shore

where I have lost my dear son

Ferdinand

I am woe for't, sir

for I have lost my daughter

A daughter?

When did you lose your daughter?

In this last tempest

But, howsoe'er you have been

justled from your senses

know for certain that I am Prospera

Welcome, sir

This cell's my court

I pray you, look in

Sweet lord, you play me false

No, my dear'st love,

I would not for the world

Yes, for a score of kingdoms

you should wrangle

and I would call it, fair play

If this prove a vision of the island,

one dear son shall I twice lose

Though the seas threaten,

they are merciful

I have cursed them without cause

Now all the blessings of a glad

father compass thee about!

Arise, and say how thou camest here

O, wonder!

How many goodly creatures are there

here! How beauteous mankind is!

O brave new world, that has

such people in't!

'Tis new to thee

What is this maid with whom

thou wast at play?

Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us

and brought us thus together?

Sir, she is mortal: But by

immortal providence she's mine

I chose her when I could not ask

my father for his advice

nor thought I had one

Give me your hands

Be it so! Amen!

Was't well done?

Bravely, my diligence

Set Caliban and his confederates free

Untie the spell

Every man shift for all the rest

Coragio, bully-monster, coragio!

If these be true spies which I wear

in my head, then here's a goodly sight

O Setebos, these be brave

spirits indeed!

How fine my master is!

I am afraid she will chastise me

What things are these, my lord

Antonio? Will money buy 'em?

Very like. One of them is a plain

fish, and no doubt marketable

These three have robb'd me, and

had plotted together to take my life

Two of these fellows

you must know and own

This thing of darkness

I acknowledge mine

I shall be pinched to death

Is not this Stephano,

my drunken butler?

And Trinculo is reeling ripe.

How camest thou in this pickle?

I have been in such a pickle

since I saw you last

that I fear me, it will never

out my bones

Why, how now, Stephano!

Touch me not! I am not Stephano,

but a cramp

You'd be king o' the isle, sirrah?

I should have been a sore one then

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

What a thrice-double ass was I

to take this drunkard for a god

and worship this dull fool!

Go to! Away!

Hence, and bestow your luggage

where you found it

Or stole it, rather

Sir, I invite your Highness and

your train to my poor cell

where you shall take your rest

for this one night, and in the morn

I'll bring you to your ship

and so to Naples

where I have hope to see the nuptial

of these our dear-beloved solemnized

and thence retire me to my Milan

where every third thought

shall be my grave

My Ariel

Chick

That is thy charge

Then to the elements be free

Where the bee sucks there suck I

in a cowslip's bell I lie

there I couch when owl's do cry

on a bat's back I do fly

after summer, after summer merrily,

merrily, merrily... shall I live now

under the blossom that hangs

on the bough

Now my charms are all o'erthrown

And what strength I have's mine own

Which is most faint

O, release me from by bands

With the help of your good hands

Gentle breath

gentle breath of yours my sails must fill

Or else my project fails

Which was to please

Now, I want...

Spirits to enforce

Art to enchant

And my ending is despair

unless lbe relieved by prayer

Which pierces so that it assaults

pierces so that it assaults

Mercy itself and frees all faults

As you from crimes would pardonned be

Let your indulgence...

Let your indulgence...

...set me free

Now I want

Spirits to enforce

art to enchant

And my ending is despair

Unless I be relieved by prayer

Now I want

Spirits to enforce

art to enchant

and my ending is despair

Unless I be relieved by prayer

Which pierces so that it assaults

pierces so that it assaults

Mercy itself and frees all faults

As you from crimes

would pardon'd be

Let your indulgence

Let your indulgence

...set me free

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