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Practice English Speaking&Listening with: The Tempest

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[ Thunder Rumbling ]

[ Rain Pattering ]

[ Thunderclaps ]

[ Man ] Yare! Yare!

Take in the topsail!

Tend to the master's whistle!



Good boatswain, have care.

Where's the master? Play the men.

I pray now, keep below!

Where is the master, boatswain?

Do you not hear him?

You mar our labor!

Keep your cabins. You do assist the storm.

Nay, good, be patient.

When the sea is!

[ Men Shouting ]

Yet remember whom thou hast aboard.

None that I more love than myself.

Silence! Trouble us not.

Out of our way, I say!

[ Shouts ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Praying Quietly ]

[ Clanging ]

Yet again? What do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown?

Have you a mind to sink?

A pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!

Work you, then.

Hang, cur, hang!

You whoreson, insolent noisemaker,

we are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.

[ Thunderclap ]

Off to sea again!

- Lay her off! - Lay her off!

[ Men Shouting ]

- All lost! - [ Shouts ]

[ Man Shouts ]

[ Shouts ] Mercy on us!

Hell is empty and all the devils here!

[ Shouts ]

[ Screams ]

If by your art, my dearest mother,

you have put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.

Oh, I have suffered with those that I saw suffer.

A brave vessel, who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,

dashed all to pieces.

Poor souls, they perished.

Be collected.

No more amazement.

Tell thy piteous heart there's no harm done.

Oh, woe the day!

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,

naught knowing of whence I am,

nor that I am more better than Prospera,

master of a full poor cell and thy no greater mother.

More to know did never meddle with my thoughts.

'Tis time I should inform thee further.

[ Crackles ]

[ Whispering ] So. Lie there, my art.

Wipe thou thine eyes, have comfort.

The direful spectacle of the wreck,

which touched the very virtue of compassion in thee,

I have with such provision in mine art so safely ordered...

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, 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.

Certainly, ma'am, I can.

By what?

By any other house or person?

Of anything the image tell me that hath kept with thy remembrance.

'Tis far off, and rather like a dream.

Had I not four or five women once that tended me?

Thou hadst,

and more, Miranda.

Twelve year since, Miranda.

Twelve year since.

Thy mother held the dukedom of Milan and its princely power.

But are not you my mother?

The very same,

who long ago was wife...

to him who ruled Milan most liberally;

who, with as tolerant a hand toward me,

gave license to my long hours in pursuit of hidden truths,

of coiled powers contained within some elements...

to harm, or heal.

I brooked no interruption but your squalling--

[ Crying ]

for thou, child, art a princess born.

Oh, heavens!

What foul play had we, that we came from thence?

[ Man Speaking, Faint ]

[ Prospera ] Upon thy father's death,

authority was conferred, as was his will, to me alone,

thereby awakening the ambition of my brother and thy uncle,

called Antonio.

- Thou attend'st not! - Good madam, I do.

I pray thee, mark me.

That a brother should be so perfidious.

He whom I did charge to execute express commands...

as to the prudent governing of fair Milan,

instead undid, subverted--

- Dost thou attend me? - Ma'am, most heedfully.

Perverting my upstanding studies,

now his slandering and bile-dipped brush...

did paint a faithless portrait--

his sister, a practicer of the black arts!

A demon, not a woman. Nay-- a witch!

And he, full-knowing that others of my sex have burned for no less.

The flames now fanned, my counselors turned against me.

- Dost thou hear? - Your tale, ma'am, would cure deafness.

To credit his own lie, he did believe...

he was indeed the duke,

confederates with the king of Naples--

[ No Audible Dialogue ]

to give him annual tribute...

and bend my dukedom yet unbowed...

to most ignoble stooping.

Oh, the heavens.

Now the condition.

The king of Naples, being an enemy to me inveterate,

hearkens to my brother's suit,

which was that he should presently eradicate me and mine...

out of the dukedom...

and confer fair Milan with all its honors upon my brother.

Whereon, one midnight...

did Antonio open the gates of Milan,

and, in the dead of darkness--

[ Screaming ]

his ministers for the purpose hurried thence...

me and thy crying self.

Wherefore did they not that hour destroy us?

Dear, they durst not,

so dear the love my people bore me.

In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,

bore us some leagues to sea, where they'd prepared a rotten carcass of a boat,

not rigged, nor tackle, sail, nor mast.

The very rats instinctively had quit it.

And there they hoist us,

to cry to the seas that roared to us,

to sigh to the winds whose pity, sighing back again,

did us but loving wrong.

[ Miranda ] Alack, what trouble was I then to you.

Oh, a cherubim thou wast...

that did preserve me.

Thou didst smile, infused with a fortitude from heaven,

that raised in me an undergoing stomach...

to bear up 'gainst what should ensue.

How came we ashore?

By Providence divine.

Some food we had and some fresh water...

that a noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

out of his charity, did give us,

with rich garments, stuffs and necessaries...

which since have steaded much.

Of his gentleness, knowing I loved my books,

he furnished me from mine own library with volumes...

that I prize above my dukedom.

Would I might but ever see that man.

I pray you, ma'am, for still 'tis beating in my mind,

your reason for raising this sea storm?

By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,

now, my dear lady,

hath mine enemies brought to this shore.

Here cease more questions. Thou art inclined to sleep.

'Tis a good dullness, and give it way.

I know thou canst not choose.

[ Whispering ] Come away, servant, come.

I am ready now.

Approach, my Ariel, come.

All hail, great master!

Grave dame, hail!

I come to answer thy best pleasure--

be it to fly, to swim,

to dive into the fire,

to ride on the curled clouds,

to thy strong bidding...

task Ariel and all his quality.

Hast thou, spirit, performed to the point...

the tempest that I bade thee?

To every article.

I boarded the king's ship.

Now on the beak, now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,

I flamed amazement.

Sometime I'd divide and burn in many places--

the fire and cracks of sulphurous roaring...

the most mighty Neptune seemed to besiege...

and make his bold waves tremble.

Yea, his dread trident shake.

Lay her off!

My brave spirit!

Who was so firm, so constant,

that this coil could not infect his reason?

Not a soul but felt a fever of the mad...

and played some tricks of desperation.

The king's son Ferdinand, with hair upstaring,

was the first man that leaped,

cried, "Hell is empty...

and all the devils are here!"

Why, that's my spirit!

But was not this nigh shore?

Close by, my master.

But are they, Ariel, safe?

Not a hair perished.

On their sustaining garments not a blemish,

but fresher than before.

And, as thou badest me,

in troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.

The king's son have I landed by himself,

whom I left cooling of the air with sighs...

in an odd angle of the isle and sitting,

his arms in this sad knot.

[ Prospera ] Of the king's ship, the mariners,

say how thou hast disposed.

[ Ariel ] Safely in harbor is the king's ship--

in the deep nook, there she's hid.

The mariners all under hatches stowed,

who, with a charm, I have left asleep.

Ariel, thy charge exactly is performed. But there's more work.

- What is the time of the day? - Past the midseason.

Oh, at least two glasses.

The time 'twixt six and now must by us both be spent most preciously.

Is there more toil?

Since thou dost give me pains, let me remember thee what thou hast promised,

which is not yet performed me.

How now? Moody?

What is't thou canst demand?

My liberty!

Before the time be out? No more!

I prithee remember I have done thee worthy service.

Thou didst promise to bate me a full year.

Dost thou forget from what a torment I did free thee?

- No. - Thou dost.

I do not, ma'am.

Thou liest, malignant thing.

Hast thou forgot the foul witch Sycorax?

Hast thou forgot her?

- [ Grunts ] No, ma'am. - Thou hast.

Where was she born? Speak. Tell me.

Ma'am, in Algiers.

Oh, was she so?

I must once in a month recount what thou hast been, which thou forget'st.

This damned witch Sycorax, for mischiefs manifold...

and sorceries terrible to enter human hearing,

from Algiers, thou knowest, was banished.

Is not this true?

Aye, ma'am.

This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child...

and here was left by the sailors.

Thou, my slave, as thou report'st thyself,

was then her servant.

But for thou wast a spirit too delicate to act...

her earthy and abhorred commands,

she did confine thee into a cloven pine...

within which rift imprisoned...

thou didst painfully remain a dozen years,

within which space she died and left thee there.

Thou best know'st what a torment I did find thee in.

Thy groans did make wolves howl...

and penetrate the breasts of ever angry bears.

It was mine art, when I arrived and heard thee,

that made gape the pine and let thee out.

[ Breathing Heavily ]

I thank thee, master.

If thou more murmurest, I will rend an oak...

and peg thee in his knotty entrails...

till thou hast howled away 12 winters.

Pardon, master.

I will be correspondent to command...

and do my spiriting gently.

Do so,

and after two days, I will discharge thee.

That's my noble master.

What shall I do?

Say what. What shall I do?


Make thyself like a nymph o' the sea.

Be subject to no sight but thine or mine,

invisible to every eyeball else.

Go, hence with diligence!

Awake, dear heart, awake.

Thou hast slept well. Awake.

The strangeness of your story put heaviness in me.

Shake it off. Come on.

We'll visit with Caliban, my slave,

who never yields us kind answer.

'Tis a villain, ma'am, I do not love to look on.

But, as 'tis, we cannot miss him.

He does make our fire, fetches in our wood...

and serves in offices that profit us.

What ho! Slave!


Thou earth, thou! Speak.

[ Caliban ] There's wood enough within!

Come forth, I say!

I must eat my dinner.

There's other business for thee!

Come, thou tortoise! When?

Oh, thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself upon thy wicked dam.

- Come forth! - [ Grunts ]

As wicked dew as e'er my mother...

brushed with raven's feather from unwholesome fen...

drop on you both!

A southwest blow on ye...

and blister you all o'er!

For this, be sure, tonight...

thou shalt have cramps,

side stitches that shall pen thy breath up.

Urchins shall work all exercise on thee.

Thou shalt be pinched as thick as honeycomb,

each pinch more stinging than bees that made 'em.

This island is mine, by Sycorax, my mother,

which thou tak'st from me.

When thou camest first,

thou strokedst me and made much of me;

wouldst give me water with berries in't,

and teach me how to name the bigger light,

and how the less,

that burn by day and night.

And then I loved thee...

and showed thee all the qualities o' the isle,

the fresh springs,

brine pits,

barren place and fertile.

Cursed be I that did so!

All the charms of Sycorax--

toads, beetles, bats--

light on you!

For I am all the subjects that you have,

which first was mine own king!

And here you sty me in this hard rock,

whiles you do keep from me the rest o' the island.

Thou most lying slave, whom stripes may move, not kindness!

I have used thee with humane care,

lodged thee in mine own cell...

till thou didst seek to violate the honor of my child.

Oh, ho.

Would it had been done.

Thou didst prevent me. I had peopled else this isle with Calibans.

Abhorred slave,

which any print of goodness wilt not take,

I pitied thee,

took pains to make thee speak.

You taught me language,

and my profit on't is, I know how to curse.

The red plague rid you for learning me your language!

Hagseed, hence!

[ Grunts ]

Fetch us in fuel. Shrug'st thou, malice?

If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly what I command,

I'll rack thee with old cramps,

fill all thy bones with aches,

make thee roar that beasts shall tremble at thy din.

No, pray thee.

I must obey.

Her art is of such power.

So, slave, hence.

Come unto

These darkened sands

And then take hands

Curtsied when you have

And kissed the wild waves


Foot it featly here and there

And, sweet sprites the burden bear

Hark, hark

The watchdogs bark

Hark, hark

The watchdogs bark

Where should this music be?

I' the air or the earth?

It sounds no more,

and, sure, it waits upon some god o' the island.

Thence I have followed it,

or it hath drawn me rather.

But 'tis gone.

♪♪ [ Instrumental, Faint ]

No, it begins again.

[ Ariel ] ♪ Full fathom five

Thy father lies

Of his bones

Are coral made

Those are pearls

That were his eyes

Nothing of him that doth fade

But doth suffer

A sea change

Into something rich

And strange

Sea nymphs hourly

The ballad does remember my drowned father.

Ring his knell

This is no mortal business, nor no sound that the earth owes.

Now I hear them

I hear it now above me.

The fringed curtains of thine eye advance...

and say-- say what thou seest yond.

What is't? A spirit?

No, child.

It eats and sleeps...

and hath such senses as we have, such.

This gallant which thou seest was in the wreck.

I might call him a thing divine,

for nothing natural I ever saw so noble.

It goes on, I see, as my soul prompts it.

Oh, spirit, fine spirit, I'll free thee within two days for this.

Most sure, the goddess on whom these airs attend.

Vouchsafe my prayer may know if you remain upon this island,

and that you will some good instruction give how I may bear me here.

My prime request, which I do last pronounce,

O you wonder,

if you be maid or no?

No wonder, sir, but certainly a maid.

My language! Heavens!

I am the best of them that speak this speech,

were I but where 'tis spoken.

How, the best?

What wert thou if the king of Naples heard thee?

A single thing, as I am now,

that wonders to hear thee speak of Naples.

He does hear me, and that he does I weep.

Myself am Naples,

who with mine eyes, never since at ebb,

beheld the king my father wrecked.

Alack, for mercy.

Yes, faith, and all his lords.

At first sight they have changed eyes.

Oh, delicate Ariel, I will set thee free for this.

A word, good sir.

I fear you have done yourself some wrong. A word!

Why speaks my mother so ungently?

This is the second man that e'er I saw, the first that e'er I sighed for.

They are both in either's powers.

But this swift business I must uneasy make,

lest too light winning make the prize light.

One word more!

I charge thee that thou attend me!

Thou dost here usurp the name thou owest not,

and have put thyself upon this island as a spy...

to win it from me, the sovereign on't.

No, as I am a man.

There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.

Follow me. Speak not you for him, he's a traitor.

Come. I'll manacle thy neck and feet together.

Seawater shalt thou drink. Follow.

No. I will resist such entertainment till mine enemy has more power.

Oh, dear mother!

Make not too rash a trial of him, for he's gentle and not fearful.

What! I say, my foot my tutor?

Put thy sword up, traitor, for I can here disarm thee with this stick...

and make thy weapon drop.

Beseech you, Mother.

Hence! Hang not upon my garments.

Ma'am, have pity. I'll be his surety.

Silence! One word more shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee!

[ Exhales ]

Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,

having seen but him and Caliban.

Foolish child!

To the most of men this is a Caliban and they to him are angels.

My affections are then most humble.

I have no ambition to see a goodlier man.

Come on, obey!

Thy nerves are in their infancy again...

and have no vigor in them.

So they are.

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.

My father's loss,

the weakness which I feel, the wreck of all my friends,

nor this dame's threats, to whom I am subdued,

are but light to me,

might I but through my prison once a day behold this maid.

All corners else o' the earth let liberty make use of.

Space enough have I in such a prison.

[ Prospera ] It works.

Come on!

Thou hast done well, fine Ariel.

Hark what thou else shalt do me.

Be of comfort.

My mother's of a better nature, sir, than she appears by speech.

Thou shalt be free as mountain winds.

Then exactly do all points of my command.

To the syllable.

Come, follow. Speak not for him.

Beseech you, sir, be merry.

You have cause, so have we all,

of joy,

for-- for our escape is much beyond our loss.

But for the miracle-- I mean our preservation--

few in millions can speak like us.

Then wisely, good sir,

weigh our sorrow with our comfort.

Prithee, peace.

He receives comfort like cold porridge.

Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit. By and by it will strike.


One! [ Chuckling ]

[ Laughs ]


When every grief is entertained that's offered,

comes to the entertainer--

A dollar?

Dolor comes to him, indeed.

You have spoken truer than you purposed.

You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.

Therefore, my lord--

Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!

I prithee, spare.

Well-- I have done.

But yet--

He will be talking!

[ Laughing ]

Though this island seem to be desert--

[ Laughing ]

uninhabitable and almost inaccessible--



I could not miss it.

The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.

As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.

Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

Here is everything advantageous to life.

True, save means to live.

Of that there's none, or little.

How lush and lusty the grass looks, hmm?

How... green.

The ground indeed is tawny.

With an eye of green in't.

[ Laughing ]

But the rarity of it is--

which is indeed almost beyond credit--

that our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea,

are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric,

in-- in Tunis,

at the marriage of your fair daughter Claribel...

to the k-king of Tunis.

You cram these words into mine ears against the stomach of my sense.

Would I had never married my daughter there.

For, coming thence, my son is lost...

and, in my rate, she too, who is so far from Italy removed...

I ne'er again shall see her.

O thou mine heir of Naples and Milan,

what strange fish hath made his meal on thee?

Sir, he may live.

I saw him beat the surges under him, and ride upon their backs.

I not doubt he came alive to land.

No. No, he's gone.

Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss,

that would not bless our Europe with your daughter,

but rather lose her to an African.

Prithee, peace.

We have lost your son, I fear, forever.

- The fault's your own. - So is the dearest of the loss.

My lord Sebastian,

the truth you speak doth lack some gentleness.

You rub the sore, when you should bring the plaster.

Very well.

And most like a surgeon.

[ Chuckles ]

It is foul weather in us all, good sir,

when you are cloudy.

Foul weather?

Very foul.

[ Thunder Rumbling ]

[ Sniffs ]

Prospera. [ Grunts ]


[ Screams ]

All the infections that the sun sucks up from bogs,

fens, flats,

on Prospera fall and make her by inchmeal a disease!

[ Thunderclap ]

Her spirits hear me.

And yet I needs must curse.

[ Grunts, Panting ]

But for every trifle are they set upon me--

sometime like apes,

that mow-- [ Wheezing Breath ]

[ Roars, Chatters ]

and chatter at me,

and after bite me.

Then like hedgehogs which lie...

tumbling in my barefoot way...

and mount their pricks at my footfall.

Sometime am I all wound with adders...

who with cloven tongues do hiss me into madness!

[ Screams ]

[ Shouts ]

[ Man Shouts ]

[ Grunts, Muttering ]

Lo! Here comes a spirit of hers,

and to torment me for bringing wood in slowly.

Nothing! Teach me nothing!

[ Man Chattering ]

I'll fall flat. Perchance he will not mind me.

[ Muttering ] ...from anybody.

[ Shouts ]

[ Angry Grunting ]

[ Shouts, Panting ]

Here's neither bush nor shrub,

to bear off any weather at all,

and another storm brewing.

I hear it sing in the wind.

Yond same black cloud, yond huge one,

looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor.

Get back!

If it should thunder as it did before,

I know not where I'd hide me head.

Yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.

[ Shouts ] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

What have we here?

A man or a fish?

Dead or alive?

[ Sniffing ] A fish!

He smells like a fish-- [ Sniffs ]

a very ancient, fishlike smell.

[ Exhales ]

A strange fish.

Were I in England now, as once I was,

and had but this fish painted,

not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver.

There would this monster make a man--

any strange beast there makes a man.

When they will not give a penny to relieve a lame beggar,

they will lay out 10 to see a dead Indian.


like a man.

And his fins...

like arms.

Warm! O' my troth!

I do now let loose my opinion,

hold it no longer--

This is no fish,

but an islander...

that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt.

[ Thunderclap ]

Alas, the storm is come again!

My best way is to creep under his gaberdine.

There is no other shelter hereabout.

[ Caliban Gasps ]

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

[ Inhales ]

[ Whimpering ]

Do not torment me! Oh!

The master, the swabber the boatswain and I

The gunner and his mate

Loved Mall, Meg and Marian

And Margery

But none of us cared for Kate

For she had a tongue with a tang

Would cry to a sailor Go hang

She loved not the savor of tar nor of pitch

Yet-- ♪ Oh, fuck. [ Wheezing Laugh ]

Yet a tailor might scratch her

Where'er she did itch

Then to sea, boys

And let her go hang

Then to sea, boys

And let her-- ♪♪

[ Groaning ]

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral.

[ Grunts ]

Well, here's my comfort.

[ Caliban ] Oh! Oh!

What's the matter?



Have we devils here?

Do you put tricks upon us with savages and men of Inde, huh?

I have not 'scaped drowning to be afeard now...

of your four legs.

[ Caliban Whimpering ] The spirit torments me!

Oh! [ Crying ]

This is some monster of the isle with four legs,

who hath got, as I take it, an ague.

Where the devil should he learn our language?

I will give him some relief, if it be but for that.

If I can recover him, and keep him tame and get to Naples with him,

he's a present for any emperor.

Oh, do not torment me, prithee!

I'll bring my wood home faster.

He's in his fit now and does not talk after the wisest.

[ Laughing ] He shall taste of my bottle.

Come on your ways.


[ Laughs ] Open your mouth.

This will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Choking ]

You cannot tell who's your friend. Open your chaps again.

I should know that voice. It should be--

But he is drowned, and these are devils. Oh, defend me!

Four legs and two voices-- a most delicate monster.


[ Gags ]


I'll pour some in thy other mouth.

- Stephano? - [ Gasping ]

Doth thy other mouth call me?

Mercy, mercy! This is a devil, and no monster! I will leave him!


If thou beest Stephano, touch me and speak to me.

Be not afeard, for I am Trinculo-- thy good friend Trinculo.

If thou beest Trinculo, come forth.

I'll pull thee by the lesser legs.

If any be Trinculo's legs, these are they.

[ Grunts ]

[ Laughing ]

Thou art very Trinculo indeed!

How cam'st thou to be the siege of this mooncalf? Can he vent Trinculos?

I took him to be killed with a thunderstroke.

But art thou not drowned, Stephano?

I hid me under the dead mooncalf's gaberdine for fear of the storm.

And art thou living, Stephano?

Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped!

[ Laughing ]

Prithee, do not turn me about.

My stomach is not constant.

These be fine things, an if they be not sprites.

That's a brave god...

and bears celestial liquor.

I will kneel to him.

How didst thou 'scape? How camest hither?

Swear by this bottle how thou cam'st hither.

I escaped upon a butt of sack which the sailors heaved o'erboard.

I'll swear upon that bottle...

to be thy true subject,

for the liquor is not earthly.

Here. Swear by this bottle how thou escapest.

Swum ashore, man, like a duck.

I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

Here, kiss the book.

[ Trinculo ] Mmm! Mmm!

Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.

Mmm! Oh, Stephano. Hast though any more of this?

[ Stephano ] The whole butt, man.

How now, mooncalf?

How does thine ague?

Hast thou not dropped from heaven?

Out o' the moon, I do assure thee.

I was the man in the moon when time was.

I have seen thee in her and I do adore thee!

Come. Swear to that.

Kiss the book. Swear.

By this good light,

this is a very shallow monster.

I afeard of him? A very weak monster.

The man in the moon?

A most poor, credulous monster!

I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the island,

and I will kiss thy foot.

I prithee be my god.

Come on then.

Down, and swear.

I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster!

A most scurvy monster!

I could find it in me heart to beat him--

[ Growls ]

but that the poor monster's in drink.

Come, kiss.

I'll show thee the best springs.

I'll pluck thee berries. Hmm?

I'll fish for thee and get thee wood enough.

A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!

I'll bear her no more sticks, but follow thee,

thou wondrous man.

[ Trinculo ] A most ridiculous monster,

to make a wonder of a poor drunkard.

I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow,

and I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts,

show thee a jay's nest...

and instruct thee how to snare the nimble marmoset.

I'll bring thee to clustering filberts,

and sometimes I'll get thee young scamels from the rock.

- Wilt thou go with me? - I prithee now, lead the way without any more talking.


The king and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here.

Farewell, master! Farewell! Farewell!

[ Laughing ] A howling monster! A drunken monster!

No more dams I'll make for fish...

nor fetch in firing at requiring,

nor scrape trencher,

nor wash dish!

'Ban! 'Ban!

Ca-Ca-Ca-Caliban has a new master!

Get a new man!

Freedom, heyday!

Heyday, freedom!

Freedom, heyday, heyday, freedom!

[ Trinculo ] O brave monster! Lead the way!


Whoo! Whoo.


[ Grunts ]

This my mean task...

be as heavy to me as odious,

but the mistress which I serve...

quickens what's dead...

and makes my labors...


[ Exhales ]

She is 10 times more gentle than her mother's crabbed,

and she's composed of harshness!

I must remove some thousands of these logs,

and pile them up, upon a sore injunction.

My sweet mistress weeps when she sees me work,

and says such baseness had never like executor.

I forget, but these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labors,

most busiest when I do it.

[ Grunts ]

Alas, now, pray you, work not so hard.

I would the lightning had burnt up those logs that you are enjoined to pile.

Pray, set it down and rest you.

When this burns, 'twill weep for having wearied you.

My mother is hard at study.

Pray now, rest yourself. She's safe for these three hours.

O most dear mistress,

the sun will set before I shall discharge what I must strive to do.

If you'll sit down, I'll bear your logs the while.

Pray, give me that. I'll carry it to the pile.

No, precious creature!

I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,

than you should such dishonor undergo, while I sit lazy by.

It would become me as well as it does you.

And I should do it with much more ease,

for my goodwill is to it, and yours it is against.

[ Grunts, Laughs ]

You look wearily.

No, noble mistress.

'Tis fresh morning with me when you are by at night.

I do beseech you, what is your name?


Oh, my mother, I have broke your hest to say so.

Admired Miranda.

Indeed, the top of admiration,

worth what's dearest to the world.

[ Prospera ] Poor worm, thou art infected.

This visitation shows it.

Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard...

and many a time the harmony of their tongues...

hath into bondage brought my too diligent ear.

For several virtues have I liked several women,

never any with so full soul...

but some defect in her did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed...

and put it to the foil.

But you--

Oh, you,

so perfect and so peerless,

are created of every creature's best.

I know only one more of my sex,

no young woman's face remember...

save, from my glass, mine own.

Nor have I seen more that I may call men than you, good friend.

How features are abroad, I am skilless of.

But, by my modesty,

I would not wish any companion in the world but you,

nor can imagination form a shape,

besides yourself, to like of.

But I prattle something too wildly,

and my mother's precepts I therein do forget.

I am in my condition a prince, Miranda,

I do think, a king.

I would not so.

Hear my soul speak.

The very instant that I saw you...

did my heart fly to your service,

there resides, to make me slave to it,

and for your sake am I this patient logman.

Do you love me?

O heaven, O earth,

bear witness to this sound.

I, beyond all limit of what else i' the world,

do love, prize,

honor you.

I am a fool...

to weep at what I am glad of.

Wherefore weep you?

At mine unworthiness which dare not offer...

what I desire to give, and much less take...

what I shall die to want.

But this is trifling,

and all the more it seeks to hide itself, the bigger bulk it shows.

Hence, bashful cunning,

and prompt me, plain and holy innocence,

I am your wife, if you will marry me.

If not, I'll die your maid.

To be your fellow you may deny me,

but I'll be your servant, whether you will or no.

My mistress, dearest, and I thus humble ever.

My husband, then?


With a heart as willing as bondage e'er of freedom.

Here's my hand.

And mine, with my heart in't.

And now farewell.

Till half an hour hence.

A thousand thousand.

[ Footsteps ]

Had I plantation on this isle, my lord, and were the king on't,

what would I do?

'Scape being drunk for want of wine.

[ Laughing ]

No occupation-- all men idle, all.

And women too, but innocent and pure-- no sovereignty.

Yet he would be king on't.

The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.

[ Laughing ]


Nature without sweat or endeavor...

would bring forth, of its own kind,

all foison, all abundance, to feed my innocent people.

No marrying 'mong his subjects?

None, man-- all idle, whores and knaves.

Aah! I would with such perfection govern, sir, as to excel the golden age.

[ Laughs ] God save His Majesty!

Long live Gonzalo!

And-- [ Chuckles ] Do you mark me, sir?

Prithee, no more.

Thou dost talk nothing to me.

I do well believe Your Majesty,

and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen,

who are of such sensible and nimble lungs...

that they always use to laugh at nothing.

'Twas you we laughed at.

Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you.

So you may continue and laugh at nothing still.


What a blow was there given!

Nay, good my lord, be not angry.

No, no, I warrant you,

I-I will not adventure my-- my discretion so weak-- weakly.

[ Yawns ]

Will you laugh me asleep?

I'm-- I'm very heavy.


Go sleep, and hear us.

What, so soon asleep?

I wish mine eyes would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts.

[ Groans ]

I-I find they are inclined to do so.

Do not omit the heavy offer of it.

It seldom visits sorrow.

When it doth, it is a comforter.

We two, my lord, will guard your person while you take your rest,

and watch your safety.

Thank you. Oh, wondrous heavy.

[ Sighs ]

What a strange drowsiness possesses them.

It is the quality o' the climate.

Why doth it not then our eyelids sink?

I find not myself disposed to sleep.

Nor I. My spirits are nimble.

They fell together, as by consent.

They dropped as by a thunderstroke.

What might, worthy Sebastian?

Oh, what might?

No more.

And yet methinks I see it in thy face, what thou shouldst be.

The occasion speaks thee,

and my strong imagination sees a crown dropping upon thy head.

What? Art thou waking?

- Do you not hear me speak? - I do.

And surely it is a sleepy language, and thou speak'st out of thy sleep.

[ Chuckles ]

What is it thou did say?

This is a strange repose,

to be asleep with eyes wide open--

standing, speaking, moving,

and yet so fast asleep.

Noble Sebastian, thou let'st thy fortune sleep--

die, rather--

wink'st whiles thou art waking.

Thou dost snore-- distinctly.

There's meaning in thy snores.

I am more serious than my custom.

You must be so too, if heed me, which to do trebles thee o'er.


I am standing water. [ Chuckles ]

I'll teach you how to flow.

Do so. To ebb hereditary sloth instructs me.

Thus, sir.

Although this lord hath here almost persuaded the king his son's alive,

'tis as impossible that he's undrowned as he that sleeps here swims.

I have no hope that he's undrowned.

Oh, out of that "no hope" what great hope have you!

No hope that way is another way so high a hope...

that even ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, but doubt discovery there.

Will you grant with me that Ferdinand is drowned?

He's gone.

Then tell me, who's the next heir of Naples?


She that is queen of Tunis,

she that dwells 10 leagues beyond man's life.

She that from whom we all were sea-swallowed,

though some cast again, and by that destiny,

to perform an act whereof what's past is prologue,

what to come, in yours and my discharge.

What stuff is this? How say you?

Say this were death...

that now hath seized them--

why, they were no worse than now they are.

There be that can rule Naples as well as he that sleeps.

Oh, that you bore the mind that I do!

What a sleep were this for your advancement. Do you understand me?

Methinks I do.

And how does your content tender your own good fortune?

I remember you did supplant your sister Prospera.


And look how well my garments sit upon me.

My sister's servants were then my fellows, now they are my men.

- But for your conscience. - Aye, sir, where lies that?

Twenty consciences, that stand 'twixt me and Milan,

candied be they, and melt ere they molest.

Here lies your brother, no better than the earth he lies upon...

if he were that which now he's like, that's dead,

whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it, can lay to bed forever...

whiles you, doing thus, to this ancient morsel,

this Sir Prudence who should not upbraid our course.

Thy case, dear friend, shall be my precedent.

As thou got'st Milan, I'll come by Naples.

Draw thy sword.

One stroke shall free thee from the tribute which thou payest,

and I,

the king,

shall love thee.

Draw together,

and when I rear my hand, do you the like,

to fall it on Gonzalo.

[ Whispering ] While you here do snoring lie,

open-eyed conspiracy...

his time doth take.

If of life you keep a care,

shake off slumber, and beware.

[ Whispering ] Awake! Awake!


- [ Grunts ] - [ Both ] Oh!

- [ Gonzalo ] Good angels preserve the king. - [ Alonso ] Why, how now?

Why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking?

- What's the matter? - Whiles we stood here securing your repose,

even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing, like bulls,

or rather lions.

Did't not wake you? It struck mine ear most terribly.

- I heard nothing. - Oh, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear,

to make an earthquake.

- Heard you this, Gonzalo? - Upon mine honor, sir,

I heard a humming, which did awake me.

As mine eyes opened, I saw their weapons drawn.

'Tis best we stand upon our guard, or that we quit this place.

Let's draw our weapons.

[ Mutters ]

Lead off this ground.

Let's make further search for my poor son.

Lead away.

Now Prospera shall know what I have done.

So, King, go safely on to seek thy son.

[ Trinculo ] You're blind drunk.

[ Stephano ] Tell not me.

When the butt is out, we will drink water, not a drop before.

Therefore bear up, and board 'em.

Servant-monster, drink to me. [ Laughs ]

Servant-monster? The folly of this island.

They say there is but five upon this isle. We're three of them.

If the other two be brained like us, the state totters.

Mooncalf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good mooncalf.

How does Thy Honor?

[ Chuckles ]

Let me lick thy shoe.

I'll not serve him. He's not valiant!

Thou liest! Most ignorant monster.

Why, thou deboshed fish thou.

Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?

Lo, how he mocks me.

Wilt thou let him, my lord?

"Lord," quoth he! That a monster should be such a natural!

Lo, lo, again! Bite him to death, I prithee.

[ Stephano ] Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head.

If you prove a mutineer-- the next tree.

The poor monster's my subject,

and he shall not suffer indignity.

I thank my noble lord.

Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?

Marry, will I.

Kneel and repeat it. I will stand,

and so shall Trinculo.

As I told thee before,

I am subject to a tyrant,

a sorceress,

that by her cunning hath cheated me of the island.

Thou liest!

Thou liest, thou jesting monkey thou!

I do not lie.

Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale,

by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth!

- Why, I said nothing. - Mum, then, and no more.


I say,

by sorcery she got this isle.

From me she got it.

If thy greatness will revenge it on her,

thou shall be lord of it, and I'll serve thee.

How now shall this be compassed?

Canst thou bring me to the party?

Yea, yea, my lord.

I'll yield her thee asleep,

where thou mayst knock a nail into her head!

Thou liest, thou canst not!

What a pied ninny is this!

Thou scurvy patch!

[ Burps ]

I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows and take his bottle from him.

Wh-Why? What did I?

I did nothing.

- I'll go farther off. - Didst thou not just say he lied?

- Thou liest. - Do I so?

Take thou that.


As you like this, give me the lie another time.

Wh-Why? I did not give the lie!

Out o' thy wits and bearing too?

A pox on your bottle, and the devil take your fingers!

[ Laughs ]

[ Chuckles ] Now,

forward with your tale.

I prithee, stand farther off.

Come. Proceed.

Why, as I told thee,

'tis a custom with her in the late afternoon to sleep.

There thou mayest brain her,

having first seized her books,

or with a log batter her skull,

or paunch her with a stake,

or cut her weasand with a knife.


But remember first to possess her books,

for without them she's but a sot, as I am,

nor hath not one spirit to command.

They all do hate her as rootedly as I.

Burn but her books.

And that most deeply to consider...

is the beauty of her daughter.

Of women I've seen but these and Sycorax, my dam.

But she as far surpasseth Sycorax...

as greatest does least.

Is it... so brave a lass?

Aye, lord.

She will become thy bed, I warrant,

and bring thee forth brave brood.

Monster, I will kill this witch.

[ Chuckles Softly ]

And her daughter and I will be king and queen.

And Trinculo and thyself shall be-- [ Stammers ] viceroys.

Dost thou like this plot, Trinculo?

- Excellent. - Give me thy hand.


I'm sorry I beat thee.

Within this half hour will she be asleep.

Wilt thou destroy her then?

Aye. On mine honor.

This will I tell my master.

Thou mak'st me merry. I am full of pleasure!

Come on, Trinculo. Let us sing.

Flout 'em and scout 'em Scout 'em and flout 'em Thought is free

Grog 'em and flog 'em Flog 'em and grog 'em Thought is free

Nab 'em and stab 'em Stab 'em and nab 'em Thought is free

Bang 'em and hang 'em Hang 'em and bang 'em Thought is free

Flay 'em and fry 'em Fry 'em and flay 'em Thought is free ♪♪

♪♪ [ Distorted Noises: Melody ]


What is this same?

[ Screeching ]

If thou beest a man, show thyself.

Oh, forgive me my sins!

Oh, mercy upon us.

- Art thou afeard? - No, monster, not I.

Be not afeard.

The isle is full of noises, sounds...

and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.

[ Animal Calling ]

Sometimes a thousand twangling instrument...

will hum about mine ears.

And sometime voices that if I then had waked after long sleep,

will make me sleep again.

And then, in dreaming, the clouds methought would open...

and show riches ready to drop upon me, that when I waked,

I cried to dream again.

This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.

When Prospera is destroyed.

By'r Lakin,

I can go no further, sir.

I needs must rest me.

Old lord, I cannot blame thee, who am myself attached with weariness.

Sit down and rest.

He is drowned whom thus we stray to find,

and the sea mocks our frustrate search on land.

Oh, well, let him go.

I am right glad that he's so out of hope.

The next advantage will we take thoroughly.

Let it be tonight.

What harmony is this, my good friends? Hark.

Marvelous sweet music.

Give us kind keepers, heavens!

A living drollery.

Now I will believe that there are unicorns.

If in Naples I should report this now, would they believe me? Oh!

[ Antonio ] We have stomachs.

Will't please you taste of what is here?

Faith, sir, you need not fear.

I will stand to and feed, although my last, no matter.

Since I feel the best is past.

[ Screams ]

You are three men of sin,

whom destiny hath caused to belch up you.

And on this island, where man doth not inhabit--

you 'mongst men being most unfit to live.

I have made you mad.

You fools!

I and my fellows are ministers of fate.

The elements of whom your swords are tempered...

may as well wound the loud winds...

as diminish one dowle that's in my plume.

[ Whispering ] But remember--

for that's my business to you--

that you three from Milan did supplant good Prospera.

Her and her innocent child.

For which foul deed the powers, delaying, not forgetting,

have incensed the seas and shores--

yea, all the creatures--

against your peace.

Thee of thy son, Alonso, they have bereft,

and do pronounce by me lingering perdition...

shall step by step attend you and your ways.

Oh! [ Grunts ]

[ Prospera ] Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou performed, my Ariel.

My high charms work,

and these mine enemies are all knit up in their distractions.

They now are in my power.

[ Both Grunting ]

I' the name of something holy, sir,

why stand you in this strange stare?

Oh, it is monstrous. Monstrous.

Methought the billows spoke and told me of it.

The winds did sing it to me,

and the thunder,

that deep and dreadful organ pipe, pronounced the name of Prospera.

It did bass my trespass.

Therefore my son i' th' ooze is bedded,

and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded,

and with him there lie mudded.

But one fiend at a time, I'll fight their legions o'er!

I'll be thy second!

[ Gonzalo ] All three of them are desperate.

Their great guilt,

like poison given to work a great time after,

now 'gins to bite the spirits.

I shall follow them swiftly...

and hinder them from what this ecstasy may now provoke them to.

[ Prospera ] If I have too austerely punished you, your compensation makes amends.

For I have given you here a third of mine own life,

or that for which I live.

All thy vexations were but my trials of thy love,

and thou hast strangely stood the test.

Oh, Ferdinand, do not smile at me that I boast of her,

for thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise...

and make it halt behind her.

I do believe it against an oracle.

Then, as my gift,

and thine own acquisition worthily purchased,

take my daughter.

But if thou dost break her virgin knot before all sanctimonious ceremonies,

no sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall to make this contract grow.

As I hope for quiet days, fair issue and long life,

the strongest temptation shall never melt mine honor into lust.

Fairly spoke.

Sit then and talk with her. She is thine own.

[ Crickets Chirping ]

[ Animals Calling Softly ]

[ Stephano ] Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy,

has done little better than played the jack with us.

Monster, I do smell all horse piss, at which my nose is in great indignation.

So is mine. Do you hear, monster?

Good my lord, give me thy favor still.

Aye, but to lose our bottles in the pool.

There is not only disgrace and dishonor in that, monster, but an infinite loss.

That's more to me than my wetting.

Yet all this is your harmless fairy, monster.

[ Gasps ]

[ Croaking ]

[ Croaks ]

[ Croaking ]

[ Prospera ] What, Ariel.

[ Murmurs ]

My industrious servant!


What would my potent master?

Here I am.

Go, bring the rabble o'er whom I give thee power, 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.


- Aye, with a twink. - Before you can say "come" and "go."

Do you love me, master?



my delicate Ariel.

O mistress mine

Where are you roaming

Oh, stay and hear

Your truelove's coming

That can sing both high and low

Trip no further pretty sweeting

Journeys end in lovers 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 20

Youth's a stuff will not endure

Will not endure ♪♪

[ Prospera ] Look thou be true.

Do not give dalliance too much the rein.

The strongest oaths are straw to the fire i' the blood.

I warrant you, madam, the white cold virgin snow upon my heart...

abates the ardor of my liver.


No tongue.

All eyes. Be silent.

[ Gasps ]

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 touched with anger so distempered.

You do look, my son, in a moved sort, as if you were dismayed. 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-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, the solemn temples,

the great globe itself-- yea, and 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-- I am vexed.

If you be pleased, retire into my cell, and there repose.

A turn or two I'll walk to still my beating mind.

[ Both ] We wish you peace.

Come with a thought.

I thank thee, Ariel. Come.

What's thy pleasure?

Spirit, we must prepare to meet with Caliban.

Aye, 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.

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!

[ Trinculo ] Oh!

[ Caliban ] Shh!

[ Caliban ] Pray you, tread softly.

We now are near her cell.

Oh, no, no, no.

Prithee, be quiet!

See'st thou here? This is the mouth o' the cell.

Give me thy hand. I begin to have bloody thoughts.




Oh! King Stephano!

O worthy Stephano! Look at what a wardrobe is here for thee!

Let it alone, thou fool. It is but trash!

Oh 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.

[ Laughs ]

Oh! Oh, oh! Oh!



I look a dream, don't I? Oh! How could it be real?


Yeah! Oh!

[ High-pitched Voice ] Looking for business, governor? [ Raspberry ]



What do you mean to dote thus on such luggage?

Let's alone and do the murder first.

Be you quiet, monster.

[ Trinculo Laughs ]

Mistress line, is not this my jerkin?

[ High-pitched Voice ] Do, do. We steal by line and level,

and like Your Grace.

[ Laughs ] I thank thee for the jest. Here's a garment for it.

Wit shall not go unrewarded while I am king of this country.

Monster, come put some lime on 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.

Aye, and this.

[ Gasps ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Prospera ] Hey, Mountain, hey!


[ Gasping ]


[ Screaming ]

Fury! Fury!

There, Tyrant, there!


[ Growling ]

[ Roaring ]

[ Cackles ] They roar!

[ Screams ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Whimpering ]

[ Shouts ]

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 labors end,

and thou shalt have the air at freedom.

[ Prospera ] Say, my spirit, how fares the king and 's followers?

[ Ariel ] Just as you left them-- all prisoners, ma'am.

The king, his brother, and yours...

abide all three distracted.

But chiefly...

him that you termed, 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 the 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 then 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 bedimmed the noontide sun,

called 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 plucked 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.

[ Sword Scraping ]

There stand, for you are spell-stopped!

O good Gonzalo, my true preserver,

and a loyal sir to him you followest,

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 it now, Sebastian.

Flesh... and blood,

you, brother mine,

that entertained ambition,

expelled remorse for 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.

[ Inhales ]

[ Exhales ]

Oh, I shall miss thee, Ariel.

But yet thou shalt have freedom.




Behold the wronged duchess of Milan--


I bid a hearty welcome.

Whether thou beest 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, the 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--

Oh. [ Chuckles ]

whose honor cannot be measured or confined.


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

Welcome, my friends all.

But you, my brace of lords,

were I so minded, I could here pluck down...

His Highness' frown upon you...

and justify you traitors.

At this time I will tell no tales.

The devil speaks in her.


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 it, sir, for I have lost my daughter.


When did you lose your daughter?

In this last tempest.

But howsoe'er you have been jostled 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 dearest 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 cam'st here.

Oh, wonder.

How many goodly creatures are there here.

How beauteous mankind is.

Oh, 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 severed us and brought us thus together?

Sir, she is mortal,

but by immortal Providence she's mine.

I chose her when I couldn't ask my father for his advice,

nor thought I had one.

Give me your hands.

Be it so. Amen.

Was't well done?

[ Whispering ] Bravely, my diligence.

Set Caliban and his confederates free.

Untie the spell.

♪♪ [ Distorted Noises: Melody ]


Ow! Get--

[ Buzzing ]


Every man shift for all the rest!

[ Screaming ]

Coragio, bully-monster, coragio!

♪♪ [ Continues ]

[ Chattering ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Screaming ]

[ Gasps ]

If these be true spies which I wear in me head,

then here's a goodly sight.

O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed.

How fine my master is.

I'm afraid she will chastise me.

[ Laughs ] 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 robbed me and have 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 of me bones, right?

Why, how now, Stephano!

Ow! Touch me not!

I am not Stephano, but a cramp.

And you'd be king of the isle, sirrah?

I should have been a sore one then.

This is a strange thing as e'er I looked on.

[ Caliban ] 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.

[ Prospera ] 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 nuptials of these our dear-beloved solemnized.

[ Chattering Softly ]

And thence retire me to my Milan,

where every third thought...

shall be my grave.

My Ariel,


that is thy charge.

Then to the elements be free.

[ Ariel ] ♪ Where the bee sucks there suck I

In a cowslip's bell I lie

There I couch when owls 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 ♪♪

[ Prospera ] ♪ Now my charms

Are all o'erthrown

And what strength I have's mine own

Which is most faint

Oh, release me from my 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 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 pardoned 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 pardoned be

Let your indulgence

Let your indulgence

Set me free ♪♪

[ Wind Whistling ]

[ Waves Crashing ]

The Description of The Tempest