ACT V. SCENE 1  Before PROSPERO'S cell  Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and ARIEL    PROSPERO. Now does my project gather to a head;     My charms crack not, my spirits obey; and time     Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?   ARIEL. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,     You said our work should cease.   PROSPERO. I did say so,     When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit,     How fares the King and 's followers?   ARIEL. Confin'd together     In the same fashion as you gave in charge;     Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir,     In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell;     They cannot budge till your release. The King,     His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted,     And the remainder mourning over them,     Brim full of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly     Him you term'd, sir, '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.   PROSPERO. Dost thou think so, spirit?   ARIEL. Mine would, sir, were I human.   PROSPERO. And mine shall.     Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling     Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,     One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,     Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd 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.   ARIEL. I'll fetch them, sir.                              Exit   PROSPERO. 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 be-dimm'd     The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,     And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd 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-bas'd promontory     Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd up     The pine and cedar. Graves at my command     Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth,     By my so potent art. But this rough magic     I here abjure; and, when I have requir'd     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.                            [Solem music]              Here enters ARIEL before; then ALONSO, with           frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN            and ANTONIO in like manner, attended by ADRIAN            and FRANCISCO. They all enter the circle which           PROSPERO had made, and there stand charm'd; which                     PROSPERO observing, speaks      A solemn air, and the best comforter     To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,     Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,     For you are spell-stopp'd.     Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,     Mine eyes, ev'n sociable to the show of thine,     Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace,     And as the morning steals upon the night,     Melting the darkness, so their rising senses     Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle     Their clearer reason. O good Gonzalo,     My true preserver, and a loyal sir     To him thou 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 pinch'd for't now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,     You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,     Expell'd remorse and nature, who, with Sebastian-     Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong-     Would here have kill'd your king, I do forgive thee,     Unnatural though thou art. Their understanding     Begins to swell, and the approaching tide     Will shortly fill the reasonable shore     That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them     That yet looks on me, or would know me. Ariel,     Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;           Exit ARIEL     I will discase me, and myself present     As I was sometime Milan. Quickly, spirit     Thou shalt ere long be free.          ARIEL, on returning, sings and helps to attire him      Where the bee sucks, there suck I;     In a cowslip's bell I lie;     There I couch when owls do cry.     On the bat's back I do fly     After summer merrily.     Merrily, merrily shall I live now     Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.    PROSPERO. Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee;     But yet thou shalt have freedom. So, so, so.     To the King's ship, invisible as thou art;     There shalt thou find the mariners asleep     Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain     Being awake, enforce them to this place;     And presently, I prithee.   ARIEL. I drink the air before me, and return     Or ere your pulse twice beat.                           Exit   GONZALO. All torment, trouble, wonder and amazement,     Inhabits here. Some heavenly power guide us     Out of this fearful country!   PROSPERO. Behold, Sir King,     The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero.     For more assurance that a living prince     Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;     And to thee and thy company I bid     A hearty welcome.   ALONSO. Whe'er thou be'st he or no,     Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,     As late I have been, 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-     An if this be at all-a most strange story.     Thy dukedom I resign, and do entreat     Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should Prospero     Be living and be here?   PROSPERO. First, noble friend,     Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot     Be measur'd or confin'd.   GONZALO. Whether this be     Or be not, I'll not swear.   PROSPERO. You do yet taste     Some subtleties o' th' isle, that will not let you     Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all!     [Aside to SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO]  But you, my brace of       lords, were I so minded,     I here could pluck his Highness' frown upon you,     And justify you traitors; at this time     I will tell no tales.   SEBASTIAN.  [Aside]  The devil speaks in him.   PROSPERO. 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.   ALONSO. If thou beest Prospero,     Give us particulars of thy preservation;     How thou hast met us here, whom three hours since     Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have lost-     How sharp the point of this remembrance is!-     My dear son Ferdinand.   PROSPERO. I am woe for't, sir.   ALONSO. Irreparable is the loss; and patience     Says it is past her cure.   PROSPERO. I rather think     You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace     For the like loss I have her sovereign aid,     And rest myself content.   ALONSO. You the like loss!   PROSPERO. As great to me as late; and, supportable     To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker     Than you may call to comfort you, for I     Have lost my daughter.   ALONSO. A daughter!     O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,     The King and Queen there! That they were, I wish     Myself were mudded in that oozy bed     Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?   PROSPERO. In this last tempest. I perceive these lords     At this encounter do so much admire     That they devour their reason, and scarce think     Their eyes do offices of truth, their words     Are natural breath; but, howsoe'er you have     Been justled from your senses, know for certain     That I am Prospero, and that very duke     Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely     Upon this shore, where you were wrecked, was landed     To be the lord on't. No more yet of this;     For 'tis a chronicle of day by day,     Not a relation for a breakfast, nor     Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir;     This cell's my court; here have I few attendants,     And subjects none abroad; pray you, look in.     My dukedom since you have given me again,     I will requite you with as good a thing;     At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye     As much as me my dukedom.            Here PROSPERO discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA,                       playing at chess    MIRANDA. Sweet lord, you play me false.   FERDINAND. No, my dearest love,     I would not for the world.   MIRANDA. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle     And I would call it fair play.   ALONSO. If this prove     A vision of the island, one dear son     Shall I twice lose.   SEBASTIAN. A most high miracle!   FERDINAND. Though the seas threaten, they are merciful;     I have curs'd them without cause.                   [Kneels]   ALONSO. Now all the blessings     Of a glad father compass thee about!     Arise, and say how thou cam'st here.   MIRANDA. O, wonder!     How many goodly creatures are there here!     How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world     That has such people in't!   PROSPERO. 'Tis new to thee.   ALONSO. What is this maid with whom thou wast at play?     Your eld'st acquaintance cannot be three hours;     Is she the goddess that hath sever'd us,     And brought us thus together?   FERDINAND. 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. She     Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,     Of whom so often I have heard renown     But never saw before; of whom I have     Receiv'd a second life; and second father     This lady makes him to me.   ALONSO. I am hers.     But, O, how oddly will it sound that I     Must ask my child forgiveness!   PROSPERO. There, sir, stop;     Let us not burden our remembrances with     A heaviness that's gone.   GONZALO. I have inly wept,     Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods,     And on this couple drop a blessed crown;     For it is you that have chalk'd forth the way     Which brought us hither.   ALONSO. I say, Amen, Gonzalo!   GONZALO. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue     Should become Kings of Naples? O, rejoice     Beyond a common joy, and set it down     With gold on lasting pillars: in one voyage     Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis;     And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife     Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom     In a poor isle; and all of us ourselves     When no man was his own.   ALONSO.  [To FERDINAND and MIRANDA]  Give me your     hands.     Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart     That doth not wish you joy.   GONZALO. Be it so. Amen!             Re-enter ARIEL, with the MASTER and BOATSWAIN                      amazedly following      O look, sir; look, sir! Here is more of us!     I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,     This fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy,     That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore?     Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?   BOATSWAIN. The best news is that we have safely found     Our King and company; the next, our ship-     Which but three glasses since we gave out split-     Is tight and yare, and bravely rigg'd, as when     We first put out to sea.   ARIEL.  [Aside to PROSPERO]  Sir, all this service     Have I done since I went.   PROSPERO.  [Aside to ARIEL]  My tricksy spirit!   ALONSO. These are not natural events; they strengthen     From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?   BOATSWAIN. If I did think, sir, I were well awake,     I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep,     And-how, we know not-all clapp'd under hatches;     Where, but even now, with strange and several noises     Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,     And moe diversity of sounds, all horrible,     We were awak'd; straightway at liberty;     Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld     Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master     Cap'ring to eye her. On a trice, so please you,     Even in a dream, were we divided from them,     And were brought moping hither.   ARIEL.  [Aside to PROSPERO]  Was't well done?   PROSPERO.  [Aside to ARIEL]  Bravely, my diligence. Thou     shalt be free.   ALONSO. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod;     And there is in this business more than nature     Was ever conduct of. Some oracle     Must rectify our knowledge.   PROSPERO. Sir, my liege,     Do not infest your mind with beating on     The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure,     Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you,     Which to you shall seem probable, of every     These happen'd accidents; till when, be cheerful     And think of each thing well.  [Aside to ARIEL]  Come     hither, spirit;     Set Caliban and his companions free;     Untie the spell.  [Exit ARIEL]  How fares my gracious sir?     There are yet missing of your company     Some few odd lads that you remember not.           Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and    TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel   STEPHANO. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man     take care for himself; for all is but fortune. Coragio,     bully-monster, coragio!   TRINCULO. If these be true spies which I wear in my head,     here's a goodly sight.   CALIBAN. O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!     How fine my master is! I am afraid     He will chastise me.   SEBASTIAN. Ha, ha!     What things are these, my lord Antonio?     Will money buy'em?   ANTONIO. Very like; one of them     Is a plain fish, and no doubt marketable.   PROSPERO. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,     Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen knave-     His mother was a witch, and one so strong     That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,     And deal in her command without her power.     These three have robb'd me; and this demi-devil-     For he's a bastard one-had plotted with them     To take my life. Two of these fellows you     Must know and own; this thing of darkness I     Acknowledge mine.   CALIBAN. I shall be pinch'd to death.   ALONSO. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?   SEBASTIAN. He is drunk now; where had he wine?   ALONSO. And Trinculo is reeling ripe; where should they     Find this grand liquor that hath gilded 'em?     How cam'st thou in this pickle?   TRINCULO. I have been in such a pickle since I saw you     last that, I fear me, will never out of my bones. I     shall not fear fly-blowing.   SEBASTIAN. Why, how now, Stephano!   STEPHANO. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a     cramp.   PROSPERO. You'd be king o' the isle, sirrah?   STEPHANO. I should have been a sore one, then.   ALONSO.  [Pointing to CALIBAN]  This is as strange a thing     as e'er I look'd on.   PROSPERO. He is as disproportioned in his manners     As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell;     Take with you your companions; as you look     To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.   CALIBAN. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter,     And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass     Was I to take this drunkard for a god,     And worship this dull fool!   PROSPERO. Go to; away!   ALONSO. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.   SEBASTIAN. Or stole it, rather.                           Exeunt CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO   PROSPERO. Sir, I invite your Highness and your train     To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest     For this one night; which, part of it, I'll waste     With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it     Go quick away-the story of my life,     And the particular accidents gone by     Since I came to this isle. 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-belov'd solemnized,     And thence retire me to my Milan, where     Every third thought shall be my grave.   ALONSO. I long     To hear the story of your life, which must     Take the ear strangely.   PROSPERO. I'll deliver all;     And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,     And sail so expeditious that shall catch     Your royal fleet far off.  [Aside to ARIEL]  My Ariel,       chick,     That is thy charge. Then to the elements     Be free, and fare thou well!-Please you, draw near.                                                           Exeunt    EPILOGUE                              EPILOGUE                         Spoken by PROSPERO            Now my charms are all o'erthrown,           And what strength I have's mine own,           Which is most faint. Now 'tis true,           I must be here confin'd by you,           Or sent to Naples. Let me not,           Since I have my dukedom got,           And pardon'd the deceiver, dwell           In this bare island by your spell;           But release me from my bands           With the help of your good hands.           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 reliev'd by prayer,           Which pierces so that it assaults           Mercy itself, and frees all faults.           As you from crimes would pardon'd be,           Let your indulgence set me free.  THE END