 Good evening, come in, come in, welcome to Milan, welcome to Milan, welcome to Milan, welcome to Milan. I didn't want the library anymore, the books called out to me, my books are my friends. My real friend, always loyal, always kind, he loved me no matter what I did. I was a different man when I returned to Milan after the island. I thought I no longer needed her desired books, but it seems something's never changed. My hunger for magic had passed, not my thirst for knowledge. Now that is as great as it ever was. The island changed me, I'm different than a parent, I speak a different language, but my mind is the same as it changed. I was a different man when I returned to Milan, I spoke a different language, but my mind is the same as it changed. My dear one, my daughter was a child not three years old. What she did was the grand duke of Milan, and a prince of power. The mother was a piece of virtue. The child was the duke's only heir. What happened to the child's father? The duke had a brother, uncle to the child's, called Antonio, that mocked me how perfidious was he. The duke loved him best in all the worlds, after his daughter, and puts into manager's state, which was the first in all the seniors. What did he do? The duke had dignity, without parallel, and a liberal arts for all his study. So wrapped in his studies was the duke that he cast the government of the state upon his brother. The uncle of the child proved to be false, and the state grew stranger. Officers that were true to the duke, he made his creatures. Bright continue, father. He advanced those that would help him, and set all hearts in the state to what soon pleased his ear, the duke. Neglecting where he ends, and dedicated to the bettering of his mind, did not realize the evil nature awakened in his false brother. His trust had no limits. His brother was so loaded with his revenue and power that, in actions, he was the duke. Showing an outward face of royalty, his ambition grew. What happened then, father? What happened then, was that my dear brother, Antonio, stole my duke. I was blinded by my books, and scorned in my learning. I wasn't paying attention. I was having to leave the ruling to him. I didn't see his ambition. Over time, his ambition grew so great, that through Omar's annual tribute, he made a friend of the king of Naples. The king of Naples. Never could my beautiful Milan make such a dark alliance. The king of Naples accepted his tributes, offered in return to bestow my duke to him. Upon him, on one condition only, that Antonio should unburden himself, if my daughter and me. One midnight, Antonio and his men opened the gates of Milan, and, in the dead of darkness, hurried this the duke and his crying daughter. Why did they not destroy them? They just not. His people bought him great love, and Antonio wanted no bloody mark on the business. With color spare, he painted his foul ends. His men hurried the duke and his daughter aboard a boat, and bore them some leagues to sea, where they prepared a rotten carcass of a boat. Not rigged, nor having tackled sail nor mast. There they hoisted them to cry to the sea that roared, and sighed to the winds. Sighed back in pity. Did the child trouble some to her father? It was the child that did preserve him. She smiled, and it infused in him a fortitude from head in which raised in him the strength to bear against what should ensue. By prominence, divine and noble the apolitian. Gonzalo, though master of the plan, out of his charity he did give them food, fresh water, garments, stuffs, necessaries. Knowing the duke loved his books, he furnished him from his own library with volumes that the duke prized above his own dukedom. If I should meet gentle Gonzalo, I should thank him. The duke and his daughter arrived on an island. There he became schoolmaster to the child and made her more profit than any other tutor. Did the child ever see her uncle again, father? Bounceable fortune did the duke's enemies bring to that shore. I'll tell the child's name. Her name was Miranda. How? Here, see small questions. Thou art a kind asleep. I know thou canst not choose. Ariel, my servant, come. Pastel, spirits, the forms, the points, the tempests that I bade thee. To every article I boarded the king's ship. Now on the beak, now in the waist, the deck. In every, in many place, guards and boasts. Would I fling distinctly as the sulfurous roaring, The most mighty mansion seemed to be siege, And make his bald waves tremble. His dreading son, Ferdinand, was the first. Ariel, thy charge exactly is before us, But there is more work before thy time be out. O, Toyo, since thou dost give me pains, Thou hast, which has not yet performed me, My liberty. Thy service taught me no mistakings, And served without its promise to bit me. Hast thou forgot the foul witch, Sycorax? Hast thou forgot her? Thou hast. Where was she born? Speak. Tell me. This damned witch, Sycorax, For mischiefs manifold, And sorceries terrible from our year was vanished, But for one reason they did not take her life. This black-eyed hag was hither brought with child, And was here left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, was then her servant, And for thou wasst a spirit too delicate To act her aboard commands. Refusing her grand hest, She did combine thee into a cloven pine, Within which ripped and prisoned of its painfully remain A dozen years, within which stay she died, And luckily there the bent-back rose. Then was this island not honoured For the human shape. Saved for that son that she did litter here, A hag born with wealth. He, that calabad whom now I keep in service, Thou thus knowest what torment I did find thee in, Like rones did make wolves howl. It was mine art, when I arrived and heard thee, That made me gait the pine and let thee out. Thou, my members, I will render note, And peg thee in as not the entrails, Till thou hast held away twelve winters, If thou wilt do this gently, And as I command, in two days I will discharge thee. Go, make like an infidice, Even for this sea, Invisible to every eyeball else but mine. Go take the shape that Lee Ferdinand, The king's son, drew this place. Hence, with diligence, please. Wake my heart, let's visit Calabad, My slave who never yields a kind answer. He's a villain I do not love to look on. But we cannot miss him. He does make a fire that you know would, And serves in offices that profite us. Or so, slave, get up within! Come forth, I say, there's other business for thee. Thou, poisonous slave, Gotts by the devil himself upon thy wicked damned. Come forth, and blister you all over! For this, be sure. Tonight thou shalt have cramps. This island is mine! My cigarettes, my mother! Thou take it from me! When thou came's first, Thou spookest me! Thou made as much of me! We're giving water with dairies in it! And teach me how to name them, To be the light, and how the lust That burned by day and night, And then it showed thee all Of the qualities of the isle, The fresh springs, the blankets, Baron places and fertile. Gives me all the charms Of cigarettes, toes, beetles, bats, Light on you! Right? And all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king. And here, here you thine me, In this hard rock, While you do keep it from the rest of the island! Thou lying slave, I have used thee filth, as thou art, With human care, and enlarged thee In mine own sail, to doubt that seek To violate the honor of my child. Ho-ho! Ho-ho-ho! Wood-handed them been done, Thou didst evade me, And ill it to death. I did people death this island with caliber! A poor slave! I pity thee, To pains to make thee speak, And to be each hour one thing or other, When thou didst not savage. Know thy own meaning, But would scabble like a thing most brutish. I endowed thy purposes with words That made them known. But thy bio-race had that image Which good natures could not abide to be with. Therefore was thou confined Into this rock, Who has deserved more than a prison. You taught me language. My profit on it is, I know how to curb the red language By learning me your language. I've seen heads. Fetch us in fuel, and be quick. Thou didst not malice, But thou neglects to dust unwillingly What I command. I will fill all thy bones with aches. Make thee roar, That be shall tremble at thy din. No, pay thee. I must obey. It's power. It would control my dance, God said it was to make a vessel of him. So slaved. It's... Why should this music be? Sitting on a bank, Weeping the king, my father's resident. This music crept by me upon the waters Allaying both their fury and my passion In its sweet air fence. I followed it. Or it have drawn me. And sleeps, And has such senses as we have. This gallant which thou ceased Was in the wreck. Thou mightst call him a goodly person. He has lost his fellows And strays about to find them. He is a thing divine. For nothing natural I ever saw so noble. Spirit, Find spirit, In two days I shall breathe thee for this. Most sure that God is a boon Is as a fan. May you some good instructions Get how I may bear me here. I'm of you wonder. If you be made or no. No wonder, sir. But certainly am I. My language heavens, I am requested to speak this speech Where I've applied to spoken. How the best? What's worse, though, If the king of Naples heard thee? A single single wonder To hear thee speak of Naples. I myself am Naples, Who with my eyes Behold the king my father's wreck. And all his lords, The Duke of Milan And his great son, In twain. The Duke of Milan And his more parable Daughter could control thee And now took thee to do it. At first sight, They had changed eyes. Aerial. I shall be brief with this. Sir, I fear you have done Yourself some wrong. A word? They are both, then, Either's powers. But this swift business I must uneasy make. Yet, too light-winning, Make the prize light. One word more. I charge thee That thou attend me. Thou, here, Must you search? The name knows not. And as put thyself upon this island Is a spy to win it from me, The Lord on it. No, as I am a man. Come, follow me. Speak not you for him. He's a traitor. Come, or manacle thy neck And feet together. Follow. No, I will resist such entertainment For thy enemy has more power. Thy sword up, traitor, Who makes the show That dares not strike Thy conscience of civil sesame guilt. I can hear the zombie With his stick And make thy weapon drop. Sir, have pity. I'll be his surety. Silence. And advocates for an imposter. Hush! They stout there are No more such shapes as he. Then we see by him And Calabad. My affections are then most humble. I have no ambition To see a goodlier man. My spirits as in a dream Are all bound up. My father's lost. This weakness which I feel The wreck of my friend, Nor this man's threats Are all but slight to me. My dive of through my prison Once a day, behold, Is made. It works. Follow him. Be of comfort. My father is of a better nature, sir, Than he appears by speech. This is most unwanted Which now came from him. Arreum. I shall be as free As mountain winds, but then exactly Do all points of my commands. Follow me. Speak not for him. This seat you serve Be married. You have cost, So have we all of joy. For our escape Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe is common. Every day some sailor's wife Has her theme of woe Before the miracle. I mean our preservation. Few in millions can speak like us. Then wisely survey our sorrow With our comfort. Pretty peace. Well, I have done it. But yet though this island Seems to be desert, uninhabitable, Almost inaccessible, Here the air breathes Upon us most sweetly. Here is everything advantageous to life. True, save means to live. Of that there's none for little. A lush and lusty the grass looks, How green. The ground indeed is tawny. With an eye of green in it. But the remedy of it is Which is indeed almost beyond credit That our garments being As they were drenched in the sea Hold not withstanding their freshness And their gloss. Being rather new-dyed Than stained with saltwater, They are now as fresh As when we first put them on in Africa At the marriage of the king's Fair daughter, Clarabel, To the king of Tunis. Tunis was never graced With such a Paragon as their queen. Sir, we were talking That our garments are now as fresh As when we first put them on in Africa At the marriage of your daughter Who is now queen. And the rarest that air came there. You crammed these words In two mine-hears Against the stomach of my sense. Would I had not married my daughter There for coming thence My son is lost. And she too in my rake Who is so far from Italy removed I there again shall see her. My heir of Naples and Milan What strange fish have made His meal on thee. Sir, he may live. I saw him beat the surges under him And ride upon their backs. His bold head high Above the contentious waves He kept as he oared himself With his good arms and lusty Stroke to the shore. I have no doubt that he came Alive to land. No, he's gone. Sir, you may thank yourself For this great loss. You will not bless our Europe with your daughter But rather lose her to a foreigner. Pretty peace. You were near to Biologis. And the fairsaw herself waved Between loteness and obedience. Now we have lost your son. I fear forever Milan and Naples Have more widows in them Of this business is making That we bring men to comfort them. The thought's your own. So is the dearest of the boss. My lord Sebastian The truth you speak To lack the time and gentleness To speak it in You rub the sore when You bring the plow. Very well. And most originally. It is foul weather in us All good, sir, when you are cloudy. Foul weather. Very foul. A plantation of this all, my lord, And we're king on it. What would I do? Escape being drunk For what of why? In the common loaf I would, by contrary, Execute all things. For no kind of traffic Would I admit. No name of magistrate. Letters should not be known. Purchase, poverty, and use of service. None. Contracts, succession born, Bound of land, tilth, vineyard. None. No use of metal, Corn, or wine, or oil. No occupation. All men idle all, And women too, but innocent and pure. No sovereignty. Yet, he would be king on it. To the latter end of this common gulf Forgets the beginning. All things in common Nature should produce Without sweat Or endeavor, treason, Felony sword, knife, pipe, gun, Or need of any engine Would I not have, but nature Should of its own kind Bring forth all foils And all abundance And feed my innocent people. No marrying among his subjects. None men, all idle, Poor as the natives. I would with such perfection govern Serve to excel the golden age. God save his majesty. Long live Gonzalez. Do you mock me, sir? Prithee no more. Thou dost have nothing to mean. But will you laugh at me And sleep primary, then? For sleep. We, too, my lord, Will watch the person While you take your left And guard your safety. And the strange drowsiness Possesses me. There's the quality of the climate. Why doth it not then Our eyelids sink? I find not myself Disposed to sleep. Nor I. My spirits are nimble. Be Sebastian. Oh, what might? No more. And yet, I think I see it in thy face What thou shouldst be. The occasion speaks thee And my strong imagination Sees a crown Dropping onto thy head. What art thou waking? Do not hear me speak. I do. Surely thou speaks Out of thy sleep. What is it thou bidst say? Well, this is a strange Repentance. What art thou waking? Do not hear me speak. I do. Surely thou speaks Out of thy sleep. What is it thou bidst say? Well, this is a strange Repentance. Well, this is a strange Repose to be A sleep with eyes wide open Standing, speaking, and moving Yet so fast asleep. No, Sebastian. Thou let's thy fortune sleep. Dice, rather. Winks while thou art waking. Thou dost snore distinctly. There's a meaning in thy snore. I am more serious than my custom. You should be, too, if need be. Which to do troubles the oar. Well, I am standing water. I'll teach you how to flow. I'll do so. My hereditary sloth Instructs me to ebb. If only you knew How you the purpose cherish While you thus mock it. How in stripping it You more invest it. Ebbing men most often Do so near the bottom run By their own fear or sloth. Pretty, say on. The setting of thine eye And cheek proclaim a matter From thee. Although this lord of weak Remendrance hath here Almost persuaded the king His sons alive. Just as impossible That he's undrowned As he that sleeps here Swins. I have no hope That he's undrowned. A lot of that No hope, what great hope Have you. That way is another way So high on hope. Will you bear it with me That Ferdinand is drowned? He's gone. Then who is the next air Of Naples? Clarabel. She that is queen of Tunis. She that dwells ten leagues Beyond a man's life. She that of Naples Can have no note, lest the sun were post. The man in the moon's Too slow. She from whom We were all seaswallowed And some passed again And by that axe To perform a destiny Were of what's past His prologue What's to come In yours and my disorder. What stuff is this? How say you? It is true My brother's daughter's Queen of Tunis. So is she air of Naples. To which regions There is some space. A space that seems to cry. How shall Clarabel Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis And let Sebastian wake. If this were death That had now seized them They would be no worse off Than they are now. There be that can Will Naples As well as he that sleeps. Lords that can Pray to Zambli And unnecessarily As a sconcello. Oh, that you bore the mind That I do. What a sleep were this For your advancement. Do you understand me? I think I do. And how does your content Tend to your own good fortune? I do remember you Did supplant your brother Prospero. True. And look how well My garments sit upon me. My brother's servants Within my fellows And now they are my men. But for your conscience. I, sir, where lies that? I feel not this deity In my bosom. Twenty consciences That stand-twixed me In Milan. Candy-fee they, And melt ere they molest. Realize your brother No better than the ground He lies upon. If he were that Which he is now like, That's dead, Whom I, with this Obedient steel, Can lay to bed forever, Put to the perpetual wait For I, he shall not Obstruct our force. Thy case, dear friend, Shall be my precedent. As thou got'st from Milan, I'll come by Naples, Draw thy sword. One stroke shall free thee From the tribute which Thou hast hast. And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not And I shall not Whilst we stood here, securing your repose, even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing, like bulls, or rather, lions! Did it not wake you? It struck my near most terribly. Oh, it was a din to fry the monster's ear, to make it earthquake. Surely it was the roar of a whole herd of lions. Where'd you this comes from? Upon my knowledge, sir, there was a humming in that estranged one, too, which did awake me. As my eyes opened, I saw the weapons drawn. There was a noise, that's verily. Just best we stand upon our guard or else we quit this place. Lead off this ground. Let us continue the search for my poor son. I will keep him from this beast, for surely he is in the island. Lead away. The spirits hear me, and yet I need to must curse. But they'll not pinch, fright me with urchin's shows, pitch me in the mire, or lead me in the dark like a firebrand. But for every trifle they have sent upon me, sometimes like apes, they'd move, they'd chacker at me, and after, they'd bite me. They'd talk, and I'd tumbling at my bare footway. Two-mouthed and pricked at my footfall. Sometimes am I all wound with arrows, with cloven tongues to hiss me in the madness. Right here, the chance you won't mind me. Storms are brewing. I bet you've under-resisted before. I know not where I'm I am. She'd fish like smell. Were I in England now? There were this much to make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. There were quite some man with strange blood-fellows. And there shall be a stormy past. I shall no more to see, to see. Here shall I die. Well, here's my comfort. The master, the swather, the bousin, and I. The gunner, and his mate. Loved moment. Kate, she had a time. I have been dabbled here. I have not mistakes drowning to be afraid of your force. This is some four-legged monster of the Isle, who hath gods I take in aid you. I will give him some relief. If I can recover him and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a fit present for any king. Oh, spinnitz, do not torment me. I'll bring my wood home fast. He's a fit now, and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste my bottle. If he is ever drunk, why, your fault might remove his fit. That was a none. I know it by their trembling. Now pass me a watch upon thee. Oh, come on your ways. Open your mouth. Here is that little deep language to you. Open your mouth. This will shake you shaken. You cannot tell who's your friend. Open your chats again. I should know the voice it should be. Open your mouth, and make some dabbles. Delicate monster. His front voice is to sit well with his friend. And his back voice is to utter foul speeches and to contract. My bottle will help his hand. Come, come. Open, I will pour some in thy other mouth. Step it out. Step it out. That's the worst day. This is a damnable no-monster. If I'll be a step-in-out, touch me. I'll be by the lesser legs. If any retrinculate words, these are they. They're strenuous. I took him to be killed with a thunder stroke. I'd hope I'm not living step-in-out. I hope that I'm not drowned. I'm living step-in-out. They bring things. If they be not sprites, let the bread-garden bear celestial liquor. I will kneel to him. How did thou escape? How came thou with her? Here, swear, how thou escape this. I escaped upon a barrel of wine which the sailors heaved overboard. This cup, which I made by the bark of a tree with my own hands since I was past ashore. I'll swear upon that bottle to be that true subject, but the liquor is not hurtfully. I'm an ashore man like a duck. Can't swim like a duck without me, like a goose. How doth thou in aid do it? Has thou dropped from heaven? The moon, are you ashamed of thee? I was the man in the moon once upon a time. I have seen thee and heard, and I endured thee. My mistress has showed me thee and thy dog and thy bush. What a corretulous monster. I'll show thee every fertile inch of the island. And I'll kiss thy foot. I breathe thee, my God. I'll kiss thy foot. I swear myself thy subject. Come on, then, down and swear. I'll show thee that the best springs are fish for thee and get thee wood enough, but that I now serve. I'll follow thee, a wondrous man. He is hearty. Triggered out. Will all our company else be drowned? We will inherit year. Farewell, master. Farewell. Oh, brave. No fish, no fishing, fire, be quiet. No, no, scream. Get a new man, freedom. Oh, freedom. Oh. Oh. Greater than the spirit's magic, remember a baby, strong like his father. Rage, I am cigarette's course time has passed for cigarette's. Lookings what's dead and makes my lady's pleasures. She is ten times more gentle than her father is bad tempered, composed of harshness. I must remove some thousands of these lords and parlor them at his strict command. My sweet, mistress' weeks when she sees me worse and says such baseness I've never liked executor. These sweet thoughts refresh my labors. Pray you, so rest yourself. We're safe for three hours. Oh, most dear, mistress. The sun will set before I shall discharge when I must strive to do. Well, if you'll sit down, I'll bear your logs in a while. Give me that. I'll carry it to the file. No precious creature. I'd rather crack my seniors and break my back than should you such as honor undergo while I sit a lazy vine. It should become me as well as it does you. And I should do it with far more ease for my good will is to it and yours it is against. Poor worm. Thou art infected. This visitation shows it. Oh, mistress. Take fresh morning with me when you are by at night. I do beseech you. What is your name? Miranda. Oh, my father, I have broke your haste to say so. Admire Miranda and be the top of admiration. Worth what's dearest to the world. For many a lady I abide would best regard but some defect in her quarrel would know this grace she owed. But you. Oh, you so perfect and so peerless. I've created a lovely creature's best. Not no one of my sex. No woman's face remembers save from my glass, my gnome. Nor have I seen more that I may call men than you, good friend, and my dear father. How features are abroad I am skillless of but by my modesty, the jewel of my dour I would not wish any companion in the world but you. Nor can imagination form a shape besides yourself to like a. But I prattle too wildly on my father's precepts I therein do forget. I am in my condition a prince, Miranda. I do think a king. I would wear it not so and would not endure this wooden slavery. Hear my soul speak, the very instant I saw you did my heart fly to your services and deriside and make me slave to it. For your sake I am this patient log man. Do you love me? I beyond all limits of what else in the world do love, prize, and honor you. Heaven's rain grace on that which breathes between them. There may, you may deny me, but I'll be your servant whether you will it or no. My mistress, there is an eye that's humble ever. My husband then? I, with a heart as willing as bondage out of freedom, here's my hand. And mine? With my heart in it. So glad that this is day. I cannot speak. Who are surprised with all? But, my rejoicing in nothing can be more. I'll tell you my book. For yet there is supper time, I must perform much business appertaining. There are three of them. The other two be brain-like as the state doctors. Souther the monster, I think. Strange monster indeed if they were sent. My man wants to have drowned his tongue in wine. From my pot, the sea cannot drown me. I've been 30 leagues. Don't laugh, speak for once in my life if thou beest a good man, don't laugh. I'm afraid. I heard a noise. Caliban has never heard that noise before. Distant thunder, don't laugh, nothing more, let's speak. That is the child I spat blood to birth. How does that honor? Let me say thanks you. I'll not hurt him, he's not valiant. Thou liest, most ignorant monster. What a gibberish fish thou! Strange you know, keep a good tongue, and I am straight. The monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer in dignity. I thank my noble lord. Would that be pleased to hark into my suit? I will kneel and repeat it. Shall treat you. It must be Caliban. As I told thee, before I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer, that by his cunning had cheated me of the island. I see he has forgotten about his mother. Who is this tyrant he speaks of? The island is mine, my jesting monkey. I would, my valiant master, would destroy thee. I do not lie. Treat you. Trouble this monster any more, and by this hand I'll supplat some of your teeth. Why, I said nothing. Mom, then. Proceed. I say, my sorcery, he got this island from me, he got it. That greatness will be ventured on him, for I know thou darest. But this thing, dare not. That's no sense. Thou shall be lord of the island, and I'll serve thee. And thou shall this be accomplished, canst thou bring me to the party? Oh, yes, my lord. I'm yielding thee asleep. Yeah, thou mayst lock an early to his head. Not a lie! He needs this. I do beseech thy greatness. Give him blows, and take his bottle from him. Thank you. And drop this monster one worth of dust, and by this hand I'll supplat some of your teeth. If thou not say, then ye lie. No! If you lie to this, give me the lie another time. He did not arrogant and insufferable a sprite as there ever was. Stand! It's custom with Prospero in the afternoon to sleep. There. Thou mayst bring him, or with a mug, back to the skull. Remember to seize his books first, for without his books he's as much a fool as I am. And he's got not one spirit to command, for they all hate him as deeply as I burn his books. Prospero? I have never heard that name. Calavan says he commands the spirits of his books. He's the sorcerer who stole the island from me. The books must hold great power if burning them takes away all his magic. A source! That's the source of magic I sensed on the island when I awoke. The books belong to Prospero. Yet I have somehow drawn part of their magic to myself. But my powers are still weak, and I sense the books have much, much more. If Sigarax is to become mighty again, I must have those faults! That's what's deeply to consider. It's the beauty of his daughter. He himself calls her a non-foral. I never saw a woman but only Sigarax, my damn, and she falls a path as Sigarax! How easily this impassal betrays me! Miranda, they admired. The wizard Prospero spawed as but a weaved in Sigarax's garden. I shall pluck that weed out and destroy it. But still, I shall marry it to my son. Is it so grave, alas? Hi, my lord! She will become thy bed, I warrant, and bring thee forth a brave brood! I will kill this man! His daughter and I shall be king and queen. Save our braces! And Trigelow and I self shall be... Vicerocs! Thus thou let the plot, Trigelow! Excellent! Give me thy hand, I am sorry I beat thee. But while thou livest, keep a good calm, and I am. Within this half hour will he be asleep, but thou destroy him then. I am mine, aren't I? Don't make us be merry! I am full of pleasure! Let's be jokin'! If I regress, Mom, sir, I will. Come on, Trigelow, let us sing. In Arthur Beards, sounds and sweet airs that give the light and hope not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments hum about my ears, and sometimes voices, that if I then had waited at the long sleep would make me sleep again, and then in dreaming, the clouds may thot would open up, and so rich is ready to drop upon me that when I wait, I cry to dream again. This chafry of a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing. When Prospero is destroyed, that'll be by and by. I remember the story. The sound is leaving. Let's follow it and act to do our work. Who do you speak? Who are you? What do you want? Your words sound harsh in my ears, and not at this island. That's because I am not of the island, stupid. I forget you have never heard the language of our year. I will leave a spell, so you may understand me. Some noble faith move, and your mother. You don't look like my mother. My dam was beautiful. I don't like you. Come, Caliban, enough nonsense. Your mother has returned, rejoice. And while you are not well favored like your father, you will do. We have lost many years thanks to the spirits of the island. You are dead. I am free. I am scared of dead people. What happened? Where did you go? I do not know for certain. I believe the spirits of the island took advantage of me when my power was at its weakest. I needed all my strength to give birth to you. That is when they conquered me and put me into a deep sleep. I think they intended to kill me and make me disappear from the island forever. But their magic was not strong enough, not even combined between all of them. Have the spirits treated you badly? No, mother. They've not treated me badly. They've not treated me well either. They just let me be. They have let you grow in the wilderness of the island. Get you speak. Who taught you to speak? Both of them taught me language. He takes care of me. Fool! You must not trust him anymore. I don't know you. I'm afraid. Will you beat me? If you don't stop being a fool, I will beat you to death! I must wait till nightfall to test it on the moon. Before your birth, my magic could make the moon move. Now, what of your son, Calabash? My what, mother? Your magic, imbecile? What powers do you possess? Know all the sounds of the island, and I should tell what something moved by its footsteps. I know when my master's angry. Then you disappoint me, Calabash. You have grown with no magic, or if you were born with any, you have forgotten how to use it. I seem to have much work to do. Work? My master will beat me if I don't finish my work! I will beat you if you don't start your work! Now stop bleaching like a baby, and do what I tell you! You must find the books. Books? Master! Books! Master, I can go no further, sir. My old bones ache. Here's a mace upon indeed through meanders. For your patience I must rest. I hit the thunder. There's a storm coming. I too am attached with viriless to the dulling of my spirits. Sit down and rest. Even here I'll put off my hope. He is drowned when we stray to find. The scene mocks our hopeless search on land. I am right glad that you saw our hope. You're not the one moment to get the purpose you resolved to affect. That's advantage where we take third. Then let it be tonight. For there are press for traveling, and at least vigilance on their precious. I say tonight no more. I did not imagine... could not have predicted the effect the island would have on those whom I brought to land here. I had planned to take my revenge on my brother Antonio and Alonzo, the king of Naples, but it was as if somehow the island were working against me. Everyone wanted the island for themselves, and in their minds made it whatever they longed for. Gonzalo, my old servant and friend, imagined that he could be king of a fruitful and serene utopia. My brother Antonio and Sebastian, King Alonzo's brother, imagined a shared kingdom with Sebastian at the helm. And they would have killed Alonzo and Gonzalo to achieve it by saving my old friend Gonzalo. Mario did me a great favor. Let's not forget the gesture triculo and his drunken friend Alonzo's butler Stefano. They imagined Stefano as king of the island with my Miranda in his bed. Neither would have thought of such a plan on his own. It was Caliban who laid it before them. I did not think of the witch Cigarax, who was queen of the island, when I arrived there and who I believed had died. Leaving her newly born son Caliban in its care and as its master. When I arrived there, I claimed the island as my own personal kingdom and tamed its spirits and enslaved them to my will. The spirits of the island remembered the time when there was no one here but them, and only they had free reign and sovereignty. I was angry with those who plotted to kill me. I was angry with them all. I wanted to see the pain and remorse on their faces as I made them pay. But first, I had to lure them into my trap. I should report this now that I saw such strange islanders when they believed me. For sure they must be people of Alonzo. They've shaped such gestures and such sounds. Praise and departing. They vanished strangely. No matter since they have left their beings behind. For we have summits. Wills, please, you taste of what is here. Not I. Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys, who would believe there were such men whose heads stood in their breasts, which now travelers report truly exist. It is my last, no matter. Since I feel the bestest past, my brother, my lord Duke, stand too and do as me. On this island where man does not take habit, you, office man, are most unfit. I hereby make you all that you will hand and drown. But your swords are now too heavy for your strengths and will not be. Remind you that my youth, me from the land, did so not a good pose a good one. Has bereft the other sons worse than men. This heart be a step of forms, my eraseth hat. And of my instruction, as thou nothing bated of what thou hast to say, my high charms. These, my enemies, are all mits up in their distractions and are now in my power. And in these fits I leave them. While I visit young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drowned, and his in my love and darling. Sir, what was that you in the space there? Oh, it is monstrous. And second to me, at the thunder, pronounce the name Prospero. Reclaim the basis of my actions. Therefore, my son lies in the ocean. We'll seek him within my body. I'll fight thee, if there was one fiend at a time. I'll be thy second. The three of them are desperate. Their great guilt like poison gnaws at them. I must hinder them from what this madness may provoke them to. Monster, your little fairy, which you say in the harvest fairy, has made buffoons of arms. So is mine. Deal here, monster. You're displeasure against you. Now, at last, monster. Patience, for the prize I bring thee to shall hoodwink this mischance. I do begin to have bloody thoughts. Monster, help to bear this away. Then retrieve our bottle from the swamp. Says him. This grandiose displays for the benefit of Ferdinand and my daughter. What was I trying to prove? It was as if I were drunk on my own power, using it to dazzle and frighten me. It was a prideful, terrifying purpose. It was only later that I became humble. Now does my project gather to a head. My charms crack nuts, my spirits obey, and time goes upright with this carriage. How's the day? How fares the king and his followers? The day is on the sixth hour. At which time, my lord, you said our work shall cease. They are all prisoners, sir, in the grove that weather thins yourself. They cannot budge till your release. The king, his brother, and yours abide distracted, brimful of sorrow and dismay. The god of Lord Gonzalo, his tears run down his beard. Your chance so strong works on them, that if you now beheld them, your affections would become tender. My thoughts are I human. And mine shall. Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, yet with my noble reason gains my fury. Do I take part? The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance. As they are penitent, the drift of my purpose shall extend till further go, release them, aerial. My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, and they shall be themselves. That's the my aerial. Cliffs of hills, brooks, standing lakes in groves, and ye that on the sands, with printless foot, do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him when he comes back. You, dimmy puppets, that's by moonshine to the green, sour ring let's make, fights anew whose pastime is to make midnight mushrooms that rejoice to hear the solemn curfew by whose aid. Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimmed the noontide sun. Call forth, the nukeless wind entwicks the green sea and the azure bolts, set roaring war to the dread wrestling thunder. Have I given fire and rick of joe's stout oak with his own bolts, the strong base promontory? Have I made shaken by the spurs, plucked up the pine and cedar graves and my command have weighed their sleepers oaks and led them forth by my so potent art? But this rough magic I hear of joe and when I have acquired some heavenly music which even now I do mine end upon their senses that this airy charm is for I'll break my staff, bury it in certain fathoms in the earth and deeper than did ever plummet sounds I'll drown my book. If you no longer wanted, cross for her. Give it to me. What's that? Cigarats. The spirits of the island thought they had killed me when Taliban was born and it appeared they had succeeded for a time. You have power enough to imprison Ariel in a tree yet they'll just say the magic of the spirits is stronger. They used their inferior magic against me all at the same instant so its impact was greater after Caliban's birth my magic was weaker than yours. They sought to kill me but all they accomplished was to put me into a deep sleep. If that magic was weak how then would you awake? It is a strange thing magic when I was forced into sleep I had only my own. Since I have awoken I feel I draw from another source there is another source of magic on this island it appears that it disappears when it appears it replenishes me. Spirits those pathetic creatures know it's here Relinquished girls a Solomon and the best comforter to an unsettled fancy cure thy brains now useless boiled within thy skull there stand there you are spell-scocked oh holy consolo honorable man my eyes even searchable to the shore by and fall fellowly drunks the chandras ought to pace and as the morning steals upon the night melting the darkness so their rising senses began to chase the ignorant fumes that meant so their clearer reason good consolo my true preserver and a loyal ser to him you follow as I will pay by graces home both in word Andy most cruelly gets down Alonzo used me and my daughter thy brother was a further in the act waiting now it's pinched for it now Sebastian brother of mine who entertained ambition expelled with more signature whom was Sebastian whose inward pinches therefore are most strong would hear have killed your king forgive thee unnatural though thou art begins to swell and as the approaching tide will shortly fill the reasonable shore that now lies foul and muddy not one of them would yet look on me nor would know me go my area fetch my ducal cloak from my house I will disgrace me and myself present as I will sometimes belong quickly spirits thou shalt there long be free I shall miss thee my deity area shalt have freedom so to the king's ship invisible as thou art there shalt find the Mariners asleep the boasts of being awake and force them to this place presently a flippie warmest trouble wonder in the basement have it here some heavenly power guide us through this fearful country King Alonzo behold Prospero the wronged duke of Milan as assurance that the living prince now does speak to thee I embrace thee and to thee and thy company I bid a hearty welcome whether thou beest here or some enchantment on my mind to abuse me as lately I've seen I know not the opposed prince is flesh and blood and since I solved it the affliction on my mind amends must be a most strange story thy duke to my resigning do entreat thou pardon me my wrongs how should Prospero be living and be here first noble friend let me embrace thy name whose honor cannot be measured nor confined whether the spirit be not on the sword I do yet taste some subtleties of the isle that will not let you believe things certain welcome my friends all but you my brace of lords were I so minded I could justify you traitors to his highness but at this time at this time I will tell no tales when I saw my brother Antonio my hated brother standing helpless and confused my mind and heart were filled with turmoil I longed had I hated him for the evil deed he visits in the bottoming foot now looking into his eyes I felt only pity and the tiny spark of love I wanted to punish him but find the will to do so so I gave in to my turmoil and experienced all of its emotions quietly as it abated waves of a warmer sentiment began to wash over me and I was able to speak almost kindly to my captive brother for you most wicked sir whom to call brother would infect my mouth I do forgive my rake's fault all of them and require my duke to meet which I know perforce that must restore if that beast crossed the road give us the particulars of black reservation tell how thou camest to meet us here who are wrecked on this shore only three hours since where I'd have lost I shall point to remembering this dear son friend man I am world force sir a reprobable is the loss patient says there is no cure I rather think you have not sought our help of whose soft grace I for the like loss have her sovereign aid and rest myself content you the like law as great to me and as recent to make the law supportable I have means much weaker than you to comfort me I have lost my daughter they were both living in Naples king and queen then I myself wish I were muddied in that oozy bed where my son now lies when did you lose your mother in this last tempest I perceive these lords at this encounter lose their use of reason and scarce believe their eyes no for certain that I have crossed the road that's very cute it was thrust forth from the lawn and strangely landed upon this shore where you were wrecked and became lord honest but no more of this does not a chronicle but this first meeting welcome sir this sells my course here are my few attendants and subjects none please you look in since you have rewarded me my juxtapn again I will give you as good a thing to content you as me my juxtapn sweet lord you play me balls my spirit flow I would not know yes for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle and I would call it fair play this crew of a vision of the island one son must I twice lose a wondrous miracle no it seems threatened they are merciful I have cursed them without cause receive all the blessings of a glad father arise and tell how they came here oh wonder how many goodly creatures are there here oh how beautifu disnew to thee who is this maid with whom that was that play you cannot be more than three hours acquainted she the goddess that has separated us and thus brought us back together sir she's mortal but by a mortal providence she's mine I chose her when I could not ask my father for advice nor thought I had one she is the daughter of this famous Duke of Milan of whom so often I have heard renown but never saw before whom I have received a second life this lady makes him a second father to me I am cursed but how oddly it will sound that I must ask my child forgiveness let us not burden remembrances with a sorrow that's gone look down you god and drop a blessed crown upon this couple for sure it is you that have chalked the way which bothers him I say amen Gonzalo was Milan thrust from Milan that his issue should become king of Naples oh rejoice the other common joy in one voyage declarable a husband find the Tunis Ferdinand her brother found himself a wife where he himself was lost Prospero his stuptom found in this poor aisle and all of us find ourselves where no man was his own give me your heads let anyone who does not wish you joy feel only pain and sorrow be it so amen is the ship all laid out is the bosson ready and Trixie spirits thou shalt dare long be free good news my friends your ship which you left split in the water is now tied again and is bravely rigged as when it was first put out to sea this is a strange amaze as airman trod there's more in this business than nature ever conducted sir do not infest your minds with the strangeness of this business shortly and at pitch leisure I'll resolve you of every happened till then be cheerful and think of each thing well go spirits set caliban and his companions free untie the spell how fair is my gracious sir they are yet missing of your company some you odd lads which you remember not and shift for all the rest and let no man take care of themselves for always but fortune carries my fine monster Caragio just beat your spots which I wear in my head oh settables these be praised spirits indeed oh how fine my masses oh I'm afraid I won't be chastised what things are these my lord Antonio will money plier very light one is a plain fish and no doubt mark with the badges of these men my lords then say if they be true this misshapen name his mother was a witch once so powerful she could control the moon whose powers made the waters air and flow in those same waters dead now she lies these three men have robbed me and with this dimmy devil I thought to take my life two of these men you must know and know this thing of darkness I acknowledge mine I shall be tortured to death is this not Stefano my drunken butler he's drunk now we're happy wine and Trinkillo is reeling right where did they find this grand liquor that had gilded them how came she's now in this pickle I've been in such a pickle since I've seen you what how now Stefano oh touch me not bro I'm not Stefano but a crap you'd be king of the Isle Cira I should have been a soul one head this is as stranger thing as air I looked on he is as disproportionate in his manners as if he's shaped go Cira to myself take with you your companions if you desire my pardon tidy it handsomely and make it ready for company hey that I will I would be wise here after and seek for grace who else was I they could drop it for our God to worship such a dope fool go too away hence and bestow the luggage where you found it or stole it rather sir I invite your highness and your train to my poor cell whether this one night you shall take your rest part of which I'll wait for such discourse as to the story of my life and all that happened accidents gone by since I came to this Isle I'll bring you to your ship and so to Naples where I hope to see the natural of these our dear beloved solemnized then shall I retire me to my Milan where every third thought shall be my grave I long to hear the strange story of your life it must take the ear strangely I'll deliver all I promise you calm seas auspicious gales and expeditious sail my aerial that is my last charge then to the elements be free if they're that well please sure draw near and follow me the strength I have is my own which is most faint now if it's true I must be here confined by you or sin to Naples let me not since I have my duke dem got and pardon 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 to stare unless I be relieved by prayer which pierces so that it assaults mercy itself and frees all faults as you from crimes with pardon be that's your indulgence set me free in you for debt I cling to life prosper you have the look of death about you to whom do you speak to his most touching I speak to the good and patience listeners why do you ask them to release you I want to be free of the island leave it to its spirits and sounds and go back to my belong to end my days why not leave on the ship and forgets the island I could sail away from the island but I do not have the power to forget it the island must be removed from my mind and only these kind listeners possess the power to do so you stole the island from Caliban the island never belonged to Caliban never belonged to you and it never belonged to me I diluted myself for a while that I was its master it belongs to the spirits that were here at its creation my magic is not yet spent Prospero with the last of it I curse you there is nothing of Prospero left to curse the listeners may remove the island from your mind but I will put it back by knowing you must take the island with you wherever you go you will never be free of it I returned to Milan hoping the spell cast over me my sycorax would have no power here but each day I awoke thinking of the island I went to sleep thinking of the island it was always on my mind like a unwanted guest eventually I grew accustomed to its presence but I prayed every day for release I told myself that in the end I was here in Milan and the island was very far away and it could do me no real harm but it continued to haunt my memories then one day I noticed that my craving for release from the island was not as strong as it had been the previous day it was as if somehow I were slowly becoming the presence of the unwanted guest came the time when I no longer cared about the island my thoughts of the island lessened with each passing day and I was free and finally they just disappeared with my mind light and easy I spent my days reading books about geography and astronomy science, nature and on occasion books about magic I just happened to be looking for one but I never again touched a book of no longer needed books of spells I'm not sure I ever did magic dear listeners it's all in the mind magic it's all in the mind