William Shakespeare

“ Ariel.
Hark! now I hear them,—Ding-dong, bell.
Ferdinand.
The ditty does remember my drown’d father.
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.
Prospero.
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance
And say what thou seest yond.
Miranda.
And say what thou seest yond. ‍What is ’t? a spirit?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form, But ’tis a spirit.
Prospero.
No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses
As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest
Was in the wreck ”

“ The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch’d
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;
For thou must now know farther.
Miranda.
For thou must now know farther. ‍You have often
Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp’d
And left me to a bootless inquisition,
Concluding “Stay: not yet.”
Prospero.
Concluding “Stay: not yet.” ‍The hour ’s now come ”

“ Miranda.
Heavens thank you for ’t! And now, I pray you, sir,
For still ’tis beating in my mind, your reason
For raising this sea-storm?
Prospero.
For raising this sea-storm? ‍Know thus far forth.
By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune
Now, my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore; and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star, whose influence
If now I court not but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions:
Thou art inclined to sleep ”

“ All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch’d
As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made ’em.
Caliban.
Than bees that made ’em.‍I must eat my dinner.
This island ’s mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,
Thou strokedst me and madest 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 show’d thee all the qualities o’ the isle,
The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:
Cursed be I that did so! ”

“ Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses off to sea again; lay her off.
Enter Mariners wet.
Mariners
All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost!
Boatswain.
What, must our mouths be cold?
Gonzalo.
The king and prince at prayers! let’s assist them,
For our case is as theirs.
Sebastian.
For our case is as theirs.‍I’m out of patience.
Antonio.
We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards:
This wide-chapp’d rascal—would thou mightst lie drowning
The washing of ten tides!
Gonzalo. ”

“ Miranda.
There ’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with ’t.
Prospero.
Good things will strive to dwell with ’t. ‍Follow me.
Speak not you for him; he’s a traitor. Come;
I ’ll manacle thy neck and feet together:
Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither’d roots and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow. ”

“ From the still-vex’d Bermoothes, there she ’s hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow’d;
Who, with a charm join’d to their suffer’d labour,
I have left asleep: and for the rest o’ the fleet
Which I dispersed, they all have met again
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound sadly home for Naples,
Supposing that they saw the king’s ship wreck’d
And his great person perish.
Prospero.
And his great person perish. ‍Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform’d: but there ’s more work.
What is the time o’ the day?
Ariel.
What is the time o’ the day? ‍Past the mid season. ”

“ If thou neglect’st or dost unwillingly
What I command, I ’Il rack thee with old cramps,
Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
Caliban.
That beasts shall tremble at thy din. ‍No, pray thee. ”