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Prospero, the rightful Duke of Milan, is cheated out of his dukedom by the intrigues of his brother Antonio, and is sent to sea with his infant daughter Miranda; in the frail boat in which they are embarked they reach an island, where, educated by her father, Miranda grows to womanhood. Prospero, who is a magician, with the help of Ariel, a familiar spirit, causes the king of Naples, with his son Ferdinand, and Antonio, the usurping brother, to be shipwrecked on the island. Ferdinand encounters Miranda, falls in love with her, and is accepted as her future husband. The play concludes with the resolution of Prospero to abandon magic and revisit his dukedom. The chief characters in the play are Prospero, the rightful Duke; Antonio, his usurping brother; Alonso, King of Naples; Ferdinand, his son; Ariel, an airy spirit; Caliban, a savage and deformed slave; Gonzalo, an honest old counsellor of Naples, and Miranda, daughter of Prospero.
Ariel's Description of Managing the Storm. I BOARDED the king's ship; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flamed amazement; sometimes I'd divide, And burn in many places ; on the top-mast, The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet, and join ; Jove’s lightnings, the precursors
O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
-Not a soul
CALIBAN. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd
CALIBAN. I must eat my dinner.
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 lov'd thee,
And shew'd thee all the qualities o’the isle,
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
Where should this music be? i the air, or the
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made ;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
A Lover's Speech.
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
Act II. Description of Ferdinand's Swimming ashore. I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted The surge most swoln that met him : his bold head 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with his good. arms in lusty stroke To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, As stooping to relieve him : I not doubt He came alive to land.
All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him By inch-meal a disease ! His spirits hear me, And yet
I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire, Nor lead me like a fire-brand in the dark Out of my way, unless he bid them ; but For every trifle are they set upon me : Sometimes like apes, that moe* and chatter at me,
* To make faces