{"product_id":"the-tempest-isbn-9780451527127","title":"The Tempest","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe Signet Classics edition of William Shakespeare's fantastical play that combines elements of tragedy and comedy.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eProspero—sorcerer and rightful Duke of Milan—has lived a reclusive life with his daughter Miranda in the years since his position was usurped by his brother, Antonio. Now, as Antonio’s ship passes near Prospero’s island home, the sorcerer conjures up a terrible storm that will change all of their destinies....\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis revised Signet Classics edition includes unique features such as:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e• An overview of Shakespeare's life, world, and theater\u003cbr\u003e• A special introduction to the play by the editor, Robert Langbaum\u003cbr\u003e• Selections from William Strachey, Sylvester Jourdain, Montaigne, and Ovid, sources from which Shakespeare derived \u003ci\u003eThe Tempest\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e• Dramatic criticism from Samuel Taylor Coleridge, E.M.W. Tillyard, Lori Jerrell, and others\u003cbr\u003e• A comprehensive stage and screen history of notable actors, directors, and productions\u003cbr\u003e• Text, notes, and commentaries printed in the clearest, most readable text\u003cbr\u003e• And more...The Tempest - William Shakespeare - Edited by Robert Langbaum       Samuel Taylor Coleridge: \u003ci\u003eFrom\u003c\/i\u003e The Lectures of 1811- 1812, Lecture IX\u003cbr\u003eE. M. W. Tillyard: The Tragic Pattern: ?The Tempest?\u003cbr\u003eBernard Knox: ?The Tempest? and the Ancient Comic Tradition\u003cbr\u003eLorie Jerrell Leininger: The Miranda Trap: Sexism and Racism in Shakespeare?s ?Tempest?\u003cbr\u003eSylvan Barnet: ?The Tempest? on the Stage\u003cp\u003eNEWLY ADDED ESSAY: \u003cbr\u003eStephen Greenblatt: The Use of Salutary Anxiety in ?The Tempest?\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cb\u003eWilliam Shakespeare\u003c\/b\u003e (1564–1616) was a poet, playwright, and actor who is widely regarded as one of the most influential writers in the history of the English language. Often referred to as the Bard of Avon, Shakespeare's vast body of work includes comedic, tragic, and historical plays; poems; and 154 sonnets. His dramatic works have been translated into every major language and are performed more often than those of any other playwright.Chapter 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003elist of parts\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO, the right Duke of Milan\u003cbr\u003eMIRANDA, his daughter\u003cbr\u003eALONSO, King of Naples\u003cbr\u003eSEBASTIAN, his brother\u003cbr\u003eANTONIO, Prospero's brother, the usurping Duke of Milan\u003cbr\u003eFERDINAND, son to the King of Naples\u003cbr\u003eGONZALO, an honest old councillor\u003cbr\u003eADRIAN and FRANCISCO, lords\u003cbr\u003eTRINCULO, a jester\u003cbr\u003eSTEPHANO, a drunken butler\u003cbr\u003eMASTER, of a ship\u003cbr\u003eBOATSWAIN\u003cbr\u003eMARINERS\u003cbr\u003eCALIBAN, a savage and deformed slave\u003cbr\u003eARIEL, an airy spirit\u003cbr\u003eIRIS, CERES, JUNO, spirits commanded by Prospero\u003cbr\u003eplaying roles of NYMPHS, REAPERS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Scene: an uninhabited island\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAct 1 Scene 1 \u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003erunning scene 1\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eA tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning heard. Enter a Shipmaster and a Boatswain\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMASTER Boatswain!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOATSWAIN Here, master. What cheer?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMASTER Good: speak to th'mariners. Fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground! Bestir, bestir! \u003ci\u003eExit\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter Mariners\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOATSWAIN Heigh, my hearts! Cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! Yare, yare! Take in the topsail. Tend to th'master's whistle.- Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo and others\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eALONSO Good boatswain, have care. Where's the master? Play the men.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOATSWAIN I pray now, keep below.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANTONIO Where is the master, boatswain?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOATSWAIN Do you not hear him? You mar our labour. Keep your cabins! You do assist the storm.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGONZALO Nay, good, be patient.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOATSWAIN When the sea is. Hence! What cares these roarers for the name of king? To cabin! Silence! Trouble us not.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGONZALO Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboard.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOATSWAIN None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor: if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more: use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap.- Cheerly, good hearts!- Out of our way, I say.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eExeunt [Boatswain with Mariners, followed by Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio and Ferdinand]\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGONZALO I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him: his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good Fate, to his hanging: make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advantage. If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. \u003ci\u003eExit\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter Boatswain\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOATSWAIN Down with the topmast! Yare! Lower, lower! Bring her to try with main course. \u003ci\u003e(A cry within) \u003c\/i\u003eA plague upon this howling! They are louder than the weather or our office.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter Sebastian, Antonio and Gonzalo\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYet again? What do you here? Shall we give o'er and drown? Have you a mind to sink?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSEBASTIAN A pox o'your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, incharitable dog!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOATSWAIN Work you then.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANTONIO Hang, cur! Hang, you whoreson, insolent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGONZALO I'll warrant him for drowning, though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell and as leaky as an unstanched wench.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOATSWAIN Lay her ahold, ahold! Set her two courses off to sea again! Lay her off!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter Mariners, wet\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMARINERS All lost! To prayers, to prayers! All lost!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBOATSWAIN What, must our mouths be cold?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGONZALO The king and prince at prayers: let's assist them, for our case is as theirs.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSEBASTIAN I'm out of patience.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANTONIO We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. This wide-chopped rascal: would thou mightst lie drowning, the washing of ten tides!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGONZALO He'll be hanged yet,\u003cbr\u003eThough every drop of water swear against it\u003cbr\u003eAnd gape at wid'st to glut him. \u003ci\u003e[Exeunt Boatswain and Mariners]\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eA confused noise within\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e[VOICES OFF-STAGE]\u003c\/i\u003e Mercy on us! - We split, we split! - Farewell, my wife and children! - Farewell, brother! - We split, we split, we split!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eANTONIO Let's all sink wi'th'king.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSEBASTIAN Let's take leave of him.\u003ci\u003e Exeunt [Antonio and Sebastian]\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGONZALO Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground: long heath, brown furze, anything. The wills above be done! But I would fain die a dry death.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eExit\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eAct 1 Scene 2\u003c\/b\u003e \u003ci\u003erunning scene 2\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter Prospero and Miranda\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMIRANDA If by your art, my dearest father, you have\u003cbr\u003ePut the wild waters in this roar, allay them.\u003cbr\u003eThe sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,\u003cbr\u003eBut that the sea, mounting to th'welkin's cheek,\u003cbr\u003eDashes the fire out. O, I have suffered\u003cbr\u003eWith those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel -\u003cbr\u003eWho had, no doubt, some noble creature in her -\u003cbr\u003eDashed all to pieces. O, the cry did knock\u003cbr\u003eAgainst my very heart. Poor souls, they perished.\u003cbr\u003eHad I been any god of power, I would\u003cbr\u003eHave sunk the sea within the earth, or ere\u003cbr\u003eIt should the good ship so have swallowed, and\u003cbr\u003eThe fraughting souls within her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO Be collected:\u003cbr\u003eNo more amazement. Tell your piteous heart\u003cbr\u003eThere's no harm done.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMIRANDA O, woe the day!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO No harm:\u003cbr\u003eI have done nothing but in care of thee -\u003cbr\u003eOf thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter - who\u003cbr\u003eArt ignorant of what thou art: nought knowing\u003cbr\u003eOf whence I am, nor that I am more better\u003cbr\u003eThan Prospero, master of a full poor cell,\u003cbr\u003eAnd thy no greater father.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMIRANDA More to know\u003cbr\u003eDid never meddle with my thoughts.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO 'Tis time\u003cbr\u003eI should inform thee further. Lend thy hand\u003cbr\u003eAnd pluck my magic garment from me. So:\u003cbr\u003eLie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes, have his magic cloak\u003cbr\u003ecomfort.\u003cbr\u003eThe direful spectacle of the wreck, which touched\u003cbr\u003eThe very virtue of compassion in thee,\u003cbr\u003eI have with such provision in mine art\u003cbr\u003eSo safely ordered that there is no soul -\u003cbr\u003eNo, not so much perdition as an hair\u003cbr\u003eBetid to any creature in the vessel\u003cbr\u003eWhich thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit\u003cbr\u003edown, \u003ci\u003e[Miranda sits]\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor thou must now know further.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMIRANDA You have often\u003cbr\u003eBegun to tell me what I am, but stopped\u003cbr\u003eAnd left me to a bootless inquisition,\u003cbr\u003eConcluding 'Stay: not yet.'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO The hour's now come,\u003cbr\u003eThe very minute bids thee ope thine ear:\u003cbr\u003eObey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember\u003cbr\u003eA time before we came unto this cell?\u003cbr\u003eI do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not\u003cbr\u003eOut three years old.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMIRANDA Certainly, sir, I can.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO By what? By any other house or person?\u003cbr\u003eOf any thing the image, tell me, that\u003cbr\u003eHath kept with thy remembrance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMIRANDA 'Tis far off,\u003cbr\u003eAnd rather like a dream than an assurance\u003cbr\u003eThat my remembrance warrants. Had I not\u003cbr\u003eFour or five women once that tended me?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO Thou hadst; and more, Miranda. But how is it\u003cbr\u003eThat this lives in thy mind? What see'st thou else\u003cbr\u003eIn the dark backward and abysm of time?\u003cbr\u003eIf thou rememb'rest aught ere thou cam'st here,\u003cbr\u003eHow thou cam'st here thou mayst.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMIRANDA But that I do not.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,\u003cbr\u003eThy father was the Duke of Milan and\u003cbr\u003eA prince of power.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMIRANDA Sir, are not you my father?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and\u003cbr\u003eShe said thou wast my daughter; and thy father\u003cbr\u003eWas Duke of Milan, and his only heir\u003cbr\u003eAnd princess, no worse issued.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMIRANDA O the heavens!\u003cbr\u003eWhat foul play had we, that we came from thence?\u003cbr\u003eOr blessèd wast we did?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO Both, both, my girl.\u003cbr\u003eBy foul play - as thou say'st - were we heaved\u003cbr\u003ethence,\u003cbr\u003eBut blessedly holp hither.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMIRANDA O, my heart bleeds\u003cbr\u003eTo think o'th'teen that I have turned you to,\u003cbr\u003eWhich is from my remembrance. Please you, further.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO My brother and thy uncle, called Antonio -\u003cbr\u003eI pray thee, mark me - that a brother should\u003cbr\u003eBe so perfidious - he whom next thyself\u003cbr\u003eOf all the world I loved, and to him put\u003cbr\u003eThe manage of my state, as at that time\u003cbr\u003eThrough all the signories it was the first,\u003cbr\u003eAnd Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed\u003cbr\u003eIn dignity, and for the liberal arts\u003cbr\u003eWithout a parallel; those being all my study,\u003cbr\u003eThe government I cast upon my brother\u003cbr\u003eAnd to my state grew stranger, being transported\u003cbr\u003eAnd rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle -\u003cbr\u003eDost thou attend me?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMIRANDA Sir, most heedfully.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO Being once perfected how to grant suits,\u003cbr\u003eHow to deny them, who t'advance and who\u003cbr\u003eTo trash for over-topping, new created\u003cbr\u003eThe creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em,\u003cbr\u003eOr else new formed 'em; having both the key\u003cbr\u003eOf officer and office, set all hearts i'th'state\u003cbr\u003eTo what tune pleased his ear, that now he was\u003cbr\u003eThe ivy which had hid my princely trunk\u003cbr\u003eAnd sucked my verdure out on't.- Thou attend'st\u003cbr\u003enot.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMIRANDA O good sir, I do.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO I pray thee, mark me:\u003cbr\u003eI, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated\u003cbr\u003eTo closeness and the bettering of my mind\u003cbr\u003eWith that, which but by being so retired,\u003cbr\u003eO'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother\u003cbr\u003eAwaked an evil nature, and my trust,\u003cbr\u003eLike a good parent, did beget of him\u003cbr\u003eA falsehood in its contrary, as great\u003cbr\u003eAs my trust was, which had indeed no limit,\u003cbr\u003eA confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,\u003cbr\u003eNot only with what my revenue yielded,\u003cbr\u003eBut what my power might else exact: like one\u003cbr\u003eWho having into truth, by telling of it,\u003cbr\u003eMade such a sinner of his memory\u003cbr\u003eTo credit his own lie, he did believe\u003cbr\u003eHe was indeed the duke, out o'th'substitution\u003cbr\u003eAnd executing th'outward face of royalty\u003cbr\u003eWith all prerogative: hence his ambition growing -\u003cbr\u003eDost thou hear?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMIRANDA Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO To have no screen between this part he played,\u003cbr\u003eAnd him he played it for, he needs will be\u003cbr\u003eAbsolute Milan. Me - poor man - my library\u003cbr\u003eWas dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties\u003cbr\u003eHe thinks me now incapable. Confederates -\u003cbr\u003eSo dry he was for sway - wi'th'King of Naples\u003cbr\u003eTo give him annual tribute, do him homage,\u003cbr\u003eSubject his coronet to his crown, and bend\u003cbr\u003eThe dukedom yet unbowed - alas, poor Milan -\u003cbr\u003eTo most ignoble stooping.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMIRANDA O the heavens!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO Mark his condition and th'event, then tell me\u003cbr\u003eIf this might be a brother.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMIRANDA I should sin\u003cbr\u003eTo think but nobly of my grandmother:\u003cbr\u003eGood wombs have borne bad sons.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO Now the condition.\u003cbr\u003eThis King of Naples, being an enemy\u003cbr\u003eTo me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit,\u003cbr\u003eWhich was, that he, in lieu o'th'premises\u003cbr\u003eOf homage, and I know not how much tribute,\u003cbr\u003eShould presently extirpate me and mine\u003cbr\u003eOut of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan,\u003cbr\u003eWith all the honours, on my brother: whereon,\u003cbr\u003eA treacherous army levied, one midnight\u003cbr\u003eFated to th'purpose, did Antonio open\u003cbr\u003eThe gates of Milan, and i'th'dead of darkness\u003cbr\u003eThe ministers for th'purpose hurried thence\u003cbr\u003eMe and thy crying self.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMIRANDA Alack, for pity!\u003cbr\u003eI, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,\u003cbr\u003eWill cry it o'er again: it is a hint\u003cbr\u003eThat wrings mine eyes to't.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO Hear a little further,\u003cbr\u003eAnd then I'll bring thee to the present business\u003cbr\u003eWhich now's upon's: without the which, this story\u003cbr\u003eWere most impertinent.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMIRANDA Wherefore did they not\u003cbr\u003eThat hour destroy us?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO Well demanded, wench:\u003cbr\u003eMy tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,\u003cbr\u003eSo dear the love my people bore me: nor set\u003cbr\u003eA mark so bloody on the business: but\u003cbr\u003eWith colours fairer, painted their foul ends.\u003cbr\u003eIn few, they hurried us aboard a barque,\u003cbr\u003eBore us some leagues to sea, where they prepared\u003cbr\u003eA rotten carcass of a butt, not rigged,\u003cbr\u003eNor tackle, sail, nor mast: the very rats\u003cbr\u003eInstinctively have quit it. There they hoist us,\u003cbr\u003eTo cry to th'sea that roared to us; to sigh\u003cbr\u003eTo th'winds, whose pity sighing back again,\u003cbr\u003eDid us but loving wrong.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMIRANDA Alack, what trouble\u003cbr\u003eWas I then to you!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO O, a cherubin\u003cbr\u003eThou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile,\u003cbr\u003eInfusèd with a fortitude from heaven,\u003cbr\u003eWhen I have decked the sea with drops full salt,\u003cbr\u003eUnder my burden groaned, which raised in me\u003cbr\u003eAn undergoing stomach, to bear up\u003cbr\u003eAgainst what should ensue.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMIRANDA How came we ashore?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO By providence divine.\u003cbr\u003eSome food we had, and some fresh water, that\u003cbr\u003eA noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,\u003cbr\u003eOut of his charity - who being then appointed\u003cbr\u003eMaster of this design - did give us, with\u003cbr\u003eRich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,\u003cbr\u003eWhich since have steaded much. So, of\u003cbr\u003ehis gentleness,\u003cbr\u003eKnowing I loved my books, he furnished me\u003cbr\u003eFrom mine own library with volumes that\u003cbr\u003eI prize above my dukedom.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMIRANDA Would I might\u003cbr\u003eBut ever see that man.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO Now I arise: Prospero stands\u003cbr\u003eSit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.\u003cbr\u003eHere in this island we arrived, and here\u003cbr\u003eHave I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit\u003cbr\u003eThan other princes can that have more time\u003cbr\u003eFor vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMIRANDA Heavens thank you for't. And now, I pray you,\u003cbr\u003esir,\u003cbr\u003eFor still 'tis beating in my mind: your reason\u003cbr\u003eFor raising this sea-storm?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO Know thus far forth:\u003cbr\u003eBy accident most strange, bountiful Fortune -\u003cbr\u003eNow my dear lady - hath mine enemies\u003cbr\u003eBrought to this shore: and by my prescience\u003cbr\u003eI find my zenith doth depend upon\u003cbr\u003eA most auspicious star, whose influence\u003cbr\u003eIf now I court not, but omit, my fortunes\u003cbr\u003eWill ever after droop. Here cease more questions:\u003cbr\u003eThou art inclined to sleep. 'Tis a good dullness,\u003cbr\u003eAnd give it way: I know thou canst not choose.- Miranda\u003cbr\u003eCome away, servant, come. I am ready now. sleeps\u003cbr\u003eApproach, my Ariel, come.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eEnter Ariel\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eARIEL All hail, great master! Grave sir, hail! I come\u003cbr\u003eTo answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,\u003cbr\u003eTo swim, to dive into the fire, to ride\u003cbr\u003eOn the curled clouds: to thy strong bidding task\u003cbr\u003eAriel and all his quality.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO Hast thou, spirit,\u003cbr\u003ePerformed to point the tempest that I bade thee?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eARIEL To every article.\u003cbr\u003eI boarded the king's ship: now on the beak,\u003cbr\u003eNow in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,\u003cbr\u003eI flamed amazement: sometime I'd divide\u003cbr\u003eAnd burn in many places; on the topmast,\u003cbr\u003eThe yards and bowsprit would I flame distinctly,\u003cbr\u003eThen meet and join. Jove's lightning, the precursors\u003cbr\u003eO'th'dreadful thunderclaps, more momentary\u003cbr\u003eAnd sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks\u003cbr\u003eOf sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune\u003cbr\u003eSeem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,\u003cbr\u003eYea, his dread trident shake.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO My brave spirit!\u003cbr\u003eWho was so firm, so constant, that this coil\u003cbr\u003eWould not infect his reason?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eARIEL Not a soul\u003cbr\u003eBut felt a fever of the mad and played\u003cbr\u003eSome tricks of desperation. All but mariners\u003cbr\u003ePlunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,\u003cbr\u003eThen all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,\u003cbr\u003eWith hair up-staring - then like reeds, not hair -\u003cbr\u003eWas the first man that leaped; cried 'Hell is empty\u003cbr\u003eAnd all the devils are here.'\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO Why, that's my spirit!\u003cbr\u003eBut was not this nigh shore?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eARIEL Close by, my master.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePROSPERO But are they, Ariel, safe?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eARIEL Not a hair perished:\u003cbr\u003eOn their sustaining garments not a blemish,\u003cbr\u003eBut fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me,\u003cbr\u003eIn troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.\u003cbr\u003eThe king's son have I landed by himself,\u003cbr\u003eWhom I left cooling of the air with sighs\u003cbr\u003eIn an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,\u003cbr\u003eHis arms in this sad knot. \u003ci\u003e[Folds his arms]\u003c\/i\u003e","brand":"Signet","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46304679395557,"sku":"NP9780451527127","price":5.95,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780451527127.jpg?v=1767741802","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/the-tempest-isbn-9780451527127","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}