The Tempest — Act 4, Scene 1

If I have too austerely punish’d you,

Your compensation makes amends: for I

Your compensation makes amends: for I

Have given you here a third of mine own life,

Or that for which I live; who once again

Or that for which I live; who once again

I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations

I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations

Were but my trials of thy love, and thou

Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven,

Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven,

I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,

I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,

Do not smile at me that I boast her off,

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 purchas’d, take my daughter: but

Worthily purchas’d, take my daughter: but

If thou dost break her virgin knot before

All sanctimonious ceremonies may

With full and holy rite be minister’d,

No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall

To make this contract grow; but barren hate,

To make this contract grow; but barren hate,

Sour-ey’d disdain, and discord shall bestrew

The union of your bed with weeds so loathly

That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,

That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,

As Hymen’s lamps shall light you.

As I hope

For quiet days, fair issue, and long life,

With such love as ’tis now, the murkiest den,

With such love as ’tis now, the murkiest den,

The most opportune place, the strong’st suggestion

Our worser genius can, shall never melt

Mine honour into lust, to take away

The edge of that day’s celebration,

When I shall think, or Phoebus’ steeds are founder’d,

Or Night kept chain’d below.

Fairly spoke:

Sit, then, and talk with her, she is thine own.

Sit, then, and talk with her, she is thine own.

What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel!

What would my potent master? here I am.

What would my potent master? here I am.

Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service

Did worthily perform; and I must use you

Did worthily perform; and I must use you

In such another trick. Go bring the rabble,

In such another trick. Go bring the rabble,

O’er whom I give thee power, here to this place.

Incite them to quick motion; for I must

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,

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,”

And breathe twice, and cry “so, so,”

Each one, tripping on his toe,

Will be here with mop and mow.

Do you love me, master? no?

Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approach

Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approach

Till thou dost hear me call.

Well, I conceive.

Look thou be true; do not give dalliance

Look thou be true; do not give dalliance

Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw

Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw

To th’ fire i’ the blood: be more abstemious,

To th’ fire i’ the blood: be more abstemious,

Or else good night your vow!

I warrant you, sir;

The white cold virgin snow upon my heart

Abates the ardour of my liver.

Well.

Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary,

Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary,

Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly.

Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly.

No tongue! all eyes! be silent.

A Masque. Enter Iris.

A Masque. Enter Iris.

Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas

Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and peas;

Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,

And flat meads thatch’d with stover, them to keep;

Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,

Which spongy April at thy hest betrims,

To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom groves,

To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom groves,

Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,

Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard;

Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard;

And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard,

Where thou thyself dost air: the Queen o’ th’ sky,

Where thou thyself dost air: the Queen o’ th’ sky,

Whose wat’ry arch and messenger am I,

Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereign grace,

Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,

To come and sport; her peacocks fly amain:

To come and sport; her peacocks fly amain:

Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.

Hail, many-colour’d messenger, that ne’er

Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;

Who with thy saffron wings upon my flowers

Diffusest honey drops, refreshing showers;

And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown

My bosky acres and my unshrubb’d down,

Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen

Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen

Summon’d me hither to this short-grass’d green?

A contract of true love to celebrate,

And some donation freely to estate

On the blest lovers.

Tell me, heavenly bow,

If Venus or her son, as thou dost know,

Do now attend the queen? Since they did plot

Do now attend the queen? Since they did plot

The means that dusky Dis my daughter got,

Her and her blind boy’s scandal’d company

I have forsworn.

Of her society

Be not afraid. I met her deity

Be not afraid. I met her deity

Cutting the clouds towards Paphos, and her son

Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done

Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done

Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,

Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid

Till Hymen’s torch be lighted; but in vain.

Mars’s hot minion is return’d again;

Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,

Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows,

And be a boy right out.

Highest queen of State,

Great Juno comes; I know her by her gait.

Great Juno comes; I know her by her gait.

How does my bounteous sister? Go with me

How does my bounteous sister? Go with me

To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be,

And honour’d in their issue.

_Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,

Long continuance, and increasing,

Hourly joys be still upon you!

Juno sings her blessings on you._

_Earth’s increase, foison plenty,

Barns and garners never empty;

Vines with clust’ring bunches growing;

Plants with goodly burden bowing;

Spring come to you at the farthest

In the very end of harvest!

Scarcity and want shall shun you;

Ceres’ blessing so is on you._

This is a most majestic vision, and

Harmonious charmingly. May I be bold

Harmonious charmingly. May I be bold

To think these spirits?

Spirits, which by mine art

I have from their confines call’d to enact

My present fancies.

Let me live here ever.

So rare a wonder’d father and a wise,

Makes this place Paradise.

Sweet now, silence!

Juno and Ceres whisper seriously,

There’s something else to do: hush, and be mute,

There’s something else to do: hush, and be mute,

Or else our spell is marr’d.

You nymphs, call’d Naiads, of the windring brooks,

With your sedg’d crowns and ever-harmless looks,

Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land

Answer your summons; Juno does command.

Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate

A contract of true love. Be not too late.

A contract of true love. Be not too late.

You sun-burn’d sicklemen, of August weary,

Come hither from the furrow, and be merry:

Make holiday: your rye-straw hats put on,

Make holiday: your rye-straw hats put on,

And these fresh nymphs encounter every one

In country footing.

I had forgot that foul conspiracy

Of the beast Caliban and his confederates

Against my life: the minute of their plot

Against my life: the minute of their plot

Is almost come. [_To the Spirits._] Well done! avoid; no

Is almost come. [_To the Spirits._] Well done! avoid; no

more!

This is strange: your father’s in some passion

This is strange: your father’s in some passion

That works him strongly.

Never till this day

Saw I him touch’d with anger so distemper’d.

You do look, my son, in a mov’d sort,

As if you were dismay’d: be cheerful, sir:

As if you were dismay’d: be cheerful, sir:

Our revels now are ended. These our actors,

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

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:

Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex’d:

Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled.

Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled.

Be not disturb’d with my infirmity.

If you be pleas’d, retire into my cell

And there repose: a turn or two I’ll walk,

And there repose: a turn or two I’ll walk,

To still my beating mind.

FERDINAND, MIRANDA.

We wish your peace.

Come, with a thought. I thank thee, Ariel. Come!

Come, with a thought. I thank thee, Ariel. Come!

Come, with a thought. I thank thee, Ariel. Come!

Thy thoughts I cleave to. What’s thy pleasure?

Thy thoughts I cleave to. What’s thy pleasure?

Spirit,

We must prepare to meet with Caliban.

Ay, my commander. When I presented Ceres,

Ay, my commander. When I presented Ceres,

I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear’d

Lest I might anger thee.

Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?

I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;

So full of valour that they smote the air

For breathing in their faces; beat the ground

For kissing of their feet; yet always bending

Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor;

Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor;

At which, like unback’d colts, they prick’d their ears,

Advanc’d their eyelids, lifted up their noses

As they smelt music: so I charm’d their ears,

As they smelt music: so I charm’d their ears,

That calf-like they my lowing follow’d through

Tooth’d briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns,

Which enter’d their frail shins: at last I left them

Which enter’d their frail shins: at last I left them

I’ th’ filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell,

There dancing up to th’ chins, that the foul lake

O’erstunk their feet.

This was well done, my bird.

Thy shape invisible retain thou still:

The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither

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,

Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,

Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;

And as with age his body uglier grows,

So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,

So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,

Even to roaring.

Come, hang them on this line.

Prospero and Ariel remain invisible. Enter Caliban, Stephano and

Prospero and Ariel remain invisible. Enter Caliban, Stephano and

Trinculo all wet.

Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not

Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.

Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.

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? If I should take a displeasure

So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure

So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure

against you, look you,—

Thou wert but a lost monster.

Good my lord, give me thy favour still.

Be patient, for the prize I’ll bring thee to

Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly.

Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly.

All’s hush’d as midnight yet.

Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool!

There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an

infinite loss.

That’s more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy,

That’s more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy,

monster.

I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o’er ears for my labour.

Prithee, my King, be quiet. Seest thou here,

Prithee, my King, be quiet. Seest thou here,

This is the mouth o’ th’ cell: no noise, and enter.

This is the mouth o’ th’ cell: no noise, and enter.

Do that good mischief which may make this island

Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,

For aye thy foot-licker.

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

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

O King Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano!

Look what a wardrobe here is for thee!

Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.

Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.

O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery. O King Stephano!

O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery. O King Stephano!

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.

Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I’ll have that gown.

Thy Grace shall have it.

The dropsy drown this fool! What do you mean

The dropsy drown this fool! What do you mean

To dote thus on such luggage? Let’t alone,

To dote thus on such luggage? Let’t alone,

And do the murder first. If he awake,

And do the murder first. If he awake,

From toe to crown he’ll fill our skins with pinches,

Make us strange stuff.

Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the

Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the

Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the

jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and

jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and

prove a bald jerkin.

Do, do: we steal by line and level, an’t like your Grace.

Do, do: we steal by line and level, an’t like your Grace.

I thank thee for that jest. Here’s a garment for ’t: wit shall not go

I thank thee for that jest. Here’s a garment for ’t: wit shall not go

unrewarded while I am King of this country. “Steal by line and level,”

I thank thee for that jest. Here’s a garment for ’t: wit shall not go

unrewarded while I am King of this country. “Steal by line and level,”

is an excellent pass of pate. There’s another garment for ’t.

is an excellent pass of pate. There’s another garment for ’t.

Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.

I will have none on’t. We shall lose our time,

I will have none on’t. We shall lose our time,

And all be turn’d to barnacles, or to apes

With foreheads villainous low.

Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this away where my hogshead

Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this away where my hogshead

of wine is, or I’ll turn you out of my kingdom. Go to, carry this.

of wine is, or I’ll turn you out of my kingdom. Go to, carry this.

And this.

Ay, and this.

A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of dogs and

A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of dogs and

hounds, and hunt them about; Prospero and Ariel setting them on.

Hey, Mountain, hey!

Silver! there it goes, Silver!

Fury, Fury! There, Tyrant, there! hark, hark!

Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints

With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews

With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them

Than pard, or cat o’ mountain.

Hark, they roar.

Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour

Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour

Lies at my mercy all mine enemies.

Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou

Shalt have the air at freedom. For a little

Shalt have the air at freedom. For a little

Follow, and do me service.