The Complete Works of William Shakespeare In Plain and Simple English (Translated) (625 page)

The one you called, ‘Thee good old lord Gonzalo,’ sir;
His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops

His tears are running down into his beard, like winter rain runs
From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em

Off of a thatched roof. Your spell holds them so strongly
That if you now beheld them, your affections

That if you looked at them now, your feelings towards them would change
Would become tender.

and become kinder.

 

PROSPERO

Dost thou think so, spirit?

Do you think so, spirit?

 

ARIEL

Mine would, sir, were I human.

My feelings would, sir, if I were human.

 

PROSPERO

And mine shall.

And so will mine.
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling

If you—who are only air—have had a sense, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,

Of their suffering, then how can’t I,
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,

As a fellow man, who have sense that are just as sharp,
Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?

And feels as they do, be more moved than you are?
Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,

Though with their mighty crimes I was hurt to the core,
Yet with my nobler reason 'gaitist my fury

Still since my more dignified good sense can overcome my anger
Do I take part: the rarer action is

I will take action: the more special action is
In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,

Being virtuous not revenge: as they are remorseful,
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend

The rest of my plan will not go
Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel:

Any further. Go release them, Ariel:
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,

I will break my spells, and I’ll restore their senses,
And they shall be themselves.

And they will be themselves.

 

ARIEL

I'll fetch them, sir.

I’ll go get them, sir.

 

Exit

 

PROSPERO

Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,

You elves of the hills, the streams, the still lakes and the groves of trees,
And ye that on the sands with printless foot

And you that without a footprint on the sand
Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him

Chase the sea god as he flows away from the shore, and flee from him
When he comes back; you demi-puppets that

When he comes back; you little fairies that
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,

In the moonlight make fairy rings in the grass with your dancing,
Whereof the ewe not bites, and you whose pastime

Where the sheep will not eat, and you whose entertainment
Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice

Is to make midnight mushrooms, who celebrate when
To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,

You hear the evening bell; who have helped,
Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd

Though you are poor helpers, me to cover with clouds
The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,

The sun at noon, call forward the restless winds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault

And between the green sea and the blue sky
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder

Instigate a frightful war: I gave fire
Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak

To the terrible rattling thunder, and split apart the thunder god’s own sturdy oak tree
With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory

With his own thunderbolt; I made the solid mountain top
Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up

Shake and by pick up by the roots
The pine and cedar: graves at my command

The pine and cedar: at my command graves
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth

Have awoken their dead, opened and let them out
By my so potent art. But this rough magic

By my powerful magic. But this harsh magic
I here abjure, and, when I have required

I now swear to abandon, and, after I have commanded
Some heavenly music, which even now I do,

Some heavenly music to play, which I am doing right now,
To work mine end upon their senses that

In order to work on their minds for my purpose that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,

This magical spell is meant for, after this I will break my staff
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,

And bury it several miles deep in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound

And deeper than has even been measured
I'll drown my book.

I’ll throw my magic book into the sea.

 

Solemn music

 

Re-enter ARIEL before: then ALONSO, with a frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner, attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO they all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO observing, speaks:

 

“[Serious music plays.

 

Re-enter ARIEL first: and afterwards ALONSO gesturing frantically, followed by GONSALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO enter in a similar manner to Alonso, and are followed by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO. They all enter the circle which PROSPERO has made, and stand there under a magic spell; which PROSPERO sees and speaks:]”

 

A solemn air and the best comforter

Now allow a serious song and the best treatment
To an unsettled fancy cure thy brains,

For a disturbed mind cure your brains,
Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand,

Which are now useless and boiling in your skull! There you stand,
For you are spell-stopp'd.

Because you are spellbound.
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,

Holy Gonzalo, honorable man,
Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine,

My eyes, in sympathy with your tears,
Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace,

Are crying similar tears. The spell will dissolve quickly,
And as the morning steals upon the night,

And just as the morning takes over the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses

Lighting the darkness, so will their minds awaken
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle

And begin to chase the ignorant haze that covers over
Their clearer reason. O good Gonzalo,

Their clear judgment. Oh, good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal sir

My true savior, and a loyal man
To him you follow'st! I will pay thy graces

To him who you follow! I will show you my respect
Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly

Fully both in words and actions. Very cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:

Did you, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.

Your brother was a supporter of this endeavor.
Thou art pinch'd fort now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,

You suffer for it now, Sebastian. My own flesh and blood,
You, brother mine, that entertain'd ambition,

You, my brother, you held in mind only ambition
Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,

And sent away remorse and natural brotherly affection; who, along with Sebastian,
Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,

Suffers inside quite terribly because of this,
Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,

Would have killed you king here; I forgive you,
Unnatural though thou art. Their understanding

Even though you lack the feelings of brotherhood. These men’s understanding
Begins to swell, and the approaching tide

Is beginning to rise up in them, and the coming tide of realization
Will shortly fill the reasonable shore

Will soon fill their inner shores of good sense
That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them

That now are dreadful and muddy. Not one of them
That yet looks on me, or would know me Ariel,

Who looks at me yet, or would recognize me. Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:

Bring me the hat and sword from my cel;:
I will discase me, and myself present

I will shed my disguise, and present myself
As I was sometime Milan: quickly, spirit;

As I once was in Milan: quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.

Before long you will be free.

 

ARIEL sings and helps to attire him

 

ARIEL singing

Where the bee sucks. there suck I:

Where the bee drinks, I drink there too:
In a cowslip's bell I lie;

In a bell shaped flower I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.

There I hide when owls are hooting.
On the bat's back I do fly

On the back of a bat I fly
After summer merrily.

Happily chasing after summer.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now

Happily, happily I will live now
Under the

Under the

 blossom that hangs on the bough.

Blossom that hangs on the tree branch.

 

PROSPERO

Why, that's my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee:

Well, there’s my excellent Ariel! I will miss you:
But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.

But you will still have your freedom: so, so, so.
To the king's ship, invisible as thou art:

Go to the king’s ship, invisible like you are now:
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep

There you will find the sailors asleep
Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain

Under the hatches; the boat-master and the boatswain,
Being awake, enforce them to this place,

When they are awake, bring them to this place,
And presently, I prithee.

And immediately, please.

 

ARIEL

I drink the air before me, and return

I will drink down the air in front of me, and return
Or ere your pulse twice beat.

Before your pulse even beats twice.

 

Exit

 

GONZALO

All torment, trouble, wonder and amazement

Only torment, trouble, wonder and amazement
Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us

Live here: some heavenly god, guide us
Out of this fearful country!

Out of this terrible country!

 

PROSPERO

Behold, sir king,

Sir king, look here at
The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero:

The mistreated Duke of Milan, Prospero:
For more assurance that a living prince

So that your will be assured that a living man
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;

Is speaking to you now, I will embrace you;
And to thee and thy company I bid

And the you and your company I bid
A hearty welcome.

A good welcome.

 

ALONSO

Whether thou best he or no,

Whether or not you are him,
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,

Or some enchanted little spell to fool me,
As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse

As I have been lately, I don’t know: your heart
Beats as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,

Beats like you are flesh and blood; and, since I saw you,
The affliction of my mind amends, with which,

The trouble in my mind has gotten better, from what
I fear, a madness held me: this must crave,

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