ACT 1
Scene 1

...if room enough!
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo, and others.

...case is miserable.
He exits with Alonso, Sebastian, and the other courtiers.

Scene 2

...So, slave, hence.
Enter Ferdinand; and Ariel, invisible, playing and singing.

...chanticleer Cry cock-a-diddle-dow.
Where should this music be? I’ th’ air, or th’ earth?
It sounds no more; and sure it waits upon
Some god o’ th’ island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the King my father’s wrack,
This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion
With its sweet air. Thence I have followed it,
Or it hath drawn me rather. But ’tis gone.
No, it begins again.

...ding dong bell.
The ditty does remember my drowned father.
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the Earth owes. I hear it now above me.

...days for this.
seeing Miranda
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, is—O you wonder!—
If you be maid or no.

...certainly a maid.
My language! Heavens!
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where ’tis spoken.

...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 wracked.

...Alack, for mercy!
Yes, faith, and all his lords, the Duke of Milan
And his brave son being twain.

...inclined my way.
O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I’ll make you
The Queen of Naples.

...lord on ’t.
No, as I am a man!

...acorn cradled. Follow.
No,
I will resist such entertainment till
Mine enemy has more power.
He draws, and is charmed from moving.

...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 wrack of all my friends, nor this man’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’ th’ Earth
Let liberty make use of. Space enough
Have I in such a prison.

...not for him.
They exit.

ACT 3
Scene 1

...Lead the way.
Enter Ferdinand bearing a log.
There be some sports are painful, and their labor
Delight in them sets off; some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task
Would be as heavy to me as odious, but
The mistress which I serve quickens what’s dead
And makes my labors pleasures. O, she is
Ten times more gentle than her father’s crabbed,
And he’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.

...these three hours.
O most dear mistress,
The sun will set before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.

...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.

...You look wearily.
No, noble mistress, ’tis fresh morning with me
When you are by at night. I do beseech you,
Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers,
What is your name?

...to say so!
Admired Miranda!
Indeed the top of admiration, worth
What’s dearest to the world! Full many a lady
I have eyed with best regard, and many a time
Th’ 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, O you,
So perfect and so peerless, are created
Of every creature’s best.

...therein do forget.
I am in my condition
A prince, Miranda; I do think a king—
I would, not so!—and would no more endure
This wooden slavery than to suffer
The flesh-fly blow my mouth. 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 log-man.

...you love me?
O heaven, O Earth, bear witness to this sound,
And crown what I profess with kind event
If I speak true; if hollowly, invert
What best is boded me to mischief. I,
Beyond all limit of what else i’ th’ world,
Do love, prize, honor you.

...breeds between ’em!
Wherefore weep you?

...will or no.
My mistress, dearest, and I thus humble ever.

...My husband, then?
Ay, with a heart as willing
As bondage e’er of freedom. Here’s my hand.
MIRANDA, clasping his hand

...an hour hence.
A thousand thousand.
They exit.

ACT 4
Scene 1

...I pray you.
Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.

...halt behind her.
I do believe it
Against an oracle.

...shall light you.
As I hope
For quiet days, fair issue, and long life,
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 honor into lust to take away
The edge of that day’s celebration
When I shall think or Phoebus’ steeds are foundered
Or night kept chained below.

...is thine own.
Ferdinand and Miranda move aside.

...goodnight your vow.
I warrant you, sir,
The white cold virgin snow upon my heart
Abates the ardor of my liver.

...is on you.
This is a most majestic vision, and
Harmonious charmingly. May I be bold
To think these spirits?

...My present fancies.
Let me live here ever.
So rare a wondered father and a wise
Makes this place paradise.

...Avoid. No more.
to Miranda
This is strange. Your father’s in some passion
That works him strongly.

...my beating mind.
We wish your peace.
They exit.

ACT 5
Scene 1

...me my dukedom.
Ferdinand and Miranda, playing at chess.

...play me false.
No, my dearest love,
I would not for the world.

...most high miracle!
seeing Alonso and coming forward
Though the seas threaten, they are merciful.
I have cursed them without cause.
He kneels.

...thou cam’st here.
Ferdinand stands.

...us thus together?
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
Received a second life; and second father
This lady makes him to me.

...you, draw near.
They all exit.