莎士比亚The Tempest.ppt

The Tempest,by William Shakespeare,Master:Boatswain!Boatswain:Here,Master.what cheer?Master:Good,speak to the mariners.Fall tot,yarely,or we run ourselves aground.Bestir,bestir.,Boatswain：Heigh,my hearts!cheerly,cheerly,my hearts!Yare,yare!Take in the topsail.ALONSO:Good boatswain,have care.Wheres the master?Boatswain:I pray now,keep below.,ANTONIO:Where is the master,Boatswain?Boatswain:Do you not hear him?You mar our labour.Keep your cabins;you do assist the storm.GONZALO:Nay,good,be patient.,Boatswain:When the sea is.Hence!What cares these roarers for the name of king?To cabin!Silence!Trouble us not.GONZALO:Good,yet remember whom thou hast aboard.,Boatswain:None that I more love than myself.You are a councillor,if you can command these elements to silence use your authority.,If you cannot,give thanks you have lived so long.Cheerly,good hearts!Out of our way,I say.Down with the topmast!Yare!Lower,lower!Yet again!What do you here?Have you a mind to sink?,SEBASTIAN:A pox o your throat,you bawling,blasphemous,incharitable dog!Boatswain:Work you then.ANTONIO:Hang,cur!hang,you whoreson,insolent noisemaker!We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.Boatswain:Lay her a-hold,a-hold!set her two courses!Off to sea again!lay her off.,Mariners:All lost!to prayers,to prayers!all lost!Boatswain:What,must our mouths be cold?ANTONIO:Lets all sink with the king.,SEBASTIAN:Lets take leave of him.GONZALO:Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground.The wills above be done!but I would fain die a dry death.,MIRANDA:If by your art,my dearest mother,you have put the wild waters in this roar,allay them.O,I have suffered With those that I saw suffer!a brave vessel,Who had,no doubt,some noble,creature in her,dashd all to pieces.O,the cry did knock Against my very heart.Poor souls,they perished.PROSPERO:No more amazement:tell your piteous heart,Theres no harm done.MIRANDA:O,woe the day!PROSPERO:No harm.I have done nothing but in care of thee,Of thee,my dear one,thee,my daughter,who Art ignorant of what thou art,Tis time I should inform thee farther.Lend thy hand,and pluck my magic garment from me.So,lie there,my art.Wipe thou thine eyes;have comfort.,The direful spectacle of the wreck,which touched The very virtue of compassion in thee,I have with such provision in mine art So safely ordered that there is no soul,No,not so much perdition as an hair Betid to any creature in the vessel Which thou heardst cry,which thou sawst sink.Sit down,For thou must now know farther.,MIRANDA:You have often Begun to tell me what I am,but stopped Concluding“Stay,not yet.”PROSPERO:The hours now come;The very minute bids thee ope thine,ear;Obey and be attentive.Canst thou remember A time before we came unto this cell?I do not think thou canst,for then thou wast not Out three years old.,MIRANDA:Certainly,mum,I can.Tis rather like a dream than an assurance That my remembrance warrants.Had I not Four or five women once that tended me?,PROSPERO:Thou hadst,and more,Miranda.Twelve year since,Thy father was the Duke of Milan and A prince of power.,MIRANDA:Mum,are not you my mother?PROSPERO:Thy father was a piece of virtue,and He said thou wast my daughter;and thy mother,Was Duke of Milan;and thou his only heir And princess no worse issued.MIRANDA:O the heavens!What foul play had we,that we came from thence?,Or blessed wast we did?PROSPERO:Both,both,my girl.My brother and thy uncle,calld Antonio-I pray thee,mark me-that a brother should,Be so perfidious!-he whom next thyself Of all the world I loved and to him put The manage of my state;as at that time I to my state grew stranger,being transported,And rapt in secret studies.Thy false uncle-Dost thou attend me?Set all hearts i the state To what tune pleased his ear;I pray thee,mark me.I,thus neglecting worldly ends,all dedicated,To closeness and the bettering of my mind Awaked an evil nature;he did believe He was indeed the duke With all prerogative Dost thou hear?,MIRANDA:Your tale,mum,would cure deafness.PROSPERO:Me,poor man,my library was dukedom large enough,The King of Naples,being an enemy To me inveterate,hearkens my brothers suit;Which was,that he,in lieu o the premises Of homage and I know not how much tribute,Should presently extirpate me and mine Out of the dukedom and confer fair Milan With all the honours on my brother:whereon,A treacherous army levied,one midnight,Fated to the purpose did Antonio open The gates of Milan,and,i the dead of darkness,The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Me and thy crying self.,MIRANDA:Alack,for pity!Wherefore did they not that hour destroy us?,PROSPERO:My tale provokes that question.Dear,they durst not,In few,they hurried us aboard a barque,Bore us some leagues to sea;where they prepared,A rotten carcass of a boat,not rigged,Nor tackle,sail,nor mast;the very rats Instinctively had quit it.,MIRANDA:Alack,what trouble Was I then to you!PROSPERO:O,a cherubim Thou wast that did preserve me.Thou didst smile.,MIRANDA:How came we ashore?PROSPERO:By Providence divine.Some food we had and some fresh water that A noble Neapolitan,Gonzalo,Out of his charity,being then appointedMaster of this design,did give us,withRich garments,linens,stuffs and necessaries,Which since have steaded much;so,of his gentleness,Knowing I loved my books,he furnishd meFrom mine own library with volumes thatI prize above my dukedom.,MIRANDA:Would I might But ever see that man!PROSPERO Now I arise:Resumes his mantle,Sit still,and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.Here in this island we arrived;and hereHave I,thy schoolmaster,made thee more profitThan other princesses can that have more time,For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.MIRANDA:Heavens thank you fort!And now,I pray you,sir,For still tis beating in my mind,your reason For raising this sea-storm?,PROSPERO:Know thus far forth.By accident most strange,bountiful Fortune,Now my dear lady,hath mine enemies Brought to this shore.,Here cease more questions:Thou art inclined to sleep;tis a good dulness,And give it way:I know thou canst not choose.Come away,servant,come.I am ready now.Approach,my Ariel,come.,ARIEL:All hail,great master!grave sir,hail!I come To answer thy best pleasure;bet to fly,To swim,to dive into the fire,to ride,On the curld clouds,to thy strong bidding task Ariel and all his quality.PROSPERO:Hast thou,spirit,Performd to point the tempest that I bade thee?,ARIEL To every article.All but mariners Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,Then all afire with me:the kings son,Ferdinand,Was the first man that leapd;cried,Hell is empty,And all the devils are here.PROSPERO:Why thats my spirit!But was not this nigh shore?ARIEL:Close by,my master.,PROSPERO:But are they,Ariel,safe?ARIEL:Not a hair perishd;on their sustaining garments not a blemish,But fresher than before:and,as thou badest me,In troops I have dispersed them bout the isle.The kings son have I landed by himself;In an odd angle of the isle and sitting,His arms in this sad knot.,PROSPERO:Of the kings ship The mariners say how thou hast disposed And all the rest o the fleet.ARIEL:Safely in harbour,The mariners all under hatches stowd;Who,with a charm joind to their sufferd labour,I have left asleep;and for the rest o the fleet Which I dispersed,they all have met again,Bound sadly home for Naples,Supposing that they saw the kings ship wreckd And his great person perish.PROSPERO:Ariel,thy charge exactly is performed;but theres more work.,ARIEL:Is there more toil?Since thou dost give me pains,Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,Which is not yet performed me.,PROSPERO:How now?moody?What ist thou canst demand?ARIEL:My liberty.PROSPERO:Before the time be out?no more!,ARIEL:I prithee,remember I have done thee worthy service;Told thee no lies,made thee no mistakings,served Without or grudge or grumblings:thou didst promise to bate me a full year.,PROSPERO:Dost thou forget from what a torment I did free thee?ARIEL:No.,PROSPERO:Thou dost,and thinkst it much to tread the ooze Of the salt deep,to run upon the sharp wind of the north,To do me business in the veins o the earth When it is baked with frost.,ARIEL:I do not,sir.PROSPERO:Thou liest,malignant thing!Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax,hast thou forgot her?,ARIEL:No,sir.PROSPERO:Thou hast.Where was she born?speak;tell me.ARIEL:Sir,in Argier.,PROSPERO O,was she so?I must Once in a month recount what thou hast been,Which thou forgetst.This damnd witch Sycorax,For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible To enter human hearing,from Argier,Thou knowst,was banishd:for one thing she did They would not take her life.Is not this true?ARIEL:Ay,sir.PROSPERO:This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child And here was left by the sailors.,Thou,my slave,As thou reportst thyself,wast then her servant;And,for thou wast a spirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhorrd commands,Refusing her grand hests,she did confine thee,Into a cloven pine;within which rift Imprisond thou didst painfully remain A dozen years;within which space she died And left thee there;Then was this island-,Save for the son that she did litter here,A freckled whelp hag-born-not honourd with A human shape.ARIEL:Yes,Caliban her son.,PROSPERO Dull thing,I say so;he,that Caliban Whom now I keep in service.Thou best knowst What torment I did find thee in;thy groans Did make wolves howl,It was mine art,When I arrived and heard thee,that made gape The pine and let thee out.ARIEL:I thank thee,master.,PROSPERO:If thou more murmurst,I will rend an oak And peg thee in his knotty entrails till Thou hast howld away twelve winters.,ARIEL:Pardon,master;I will be correspondent to command and do my spiriting gently.PROSPERO:Do so,and after two daysI will discharge thee.,PROSPERO:Do so,and after two days I will discharge thee.ARIEL:Thats my noble master!What shall I do?say what;what shall I do?,PROSPERO:Go make thyself like a nymph o the sea:be subject to no sight but thine and mine,invisible to every eyeball else.Awake,dear heart,awake!thou hast slept well;Awake!,MIRANDA:The strangeness of your story putHeaviness in me.PROSPERO:Shake it off.Come on;well visit Caliban my slave,who never yields us kind answer.,MIRANDA:Tis a villain,mum,I do not love to look on.PROSPERO:But,as tis,we cannot miss him:he does make our fire,fetch in our wood and serves in offices that profit us.,What,ho!slave!Caliban!Thou earth,thou!speak.CALIBAN:Theres wood enough within.PROSPERO:Come forth,I say!theres other business for thee.Come,thou tortoise!,Thou poisonous slave,got by the devil himself upon thy wicked dam,come forth!CALIBAN As wicked dew as eer my mother brushed with ravens feather from unwholesome fen drop on you both!a south-west blow on ye and blister you all oer!,PROSPERO For this,be sure,to-night thou shalt have cramps,Thou shalt be pinched as thick as honeycomb,each pinch more stinging Than bees that made em.,CALIBAN:This islands mine,by Sycorax my mother,Which thou takest from me.When thou camest first,thou strokedst me and madest much of me,wouldst give me water with berries int,and teach me how To name the bigger light,and how the less,That burn by day and night:and then I loved thee and showd thee all the qualities o the isle,The fresh springs,brine-pits,barren place and fertile.Cursed be I that did so!All the charmsOf Sycorax,toads,beetles,bats,light on you!For I am all the subjects that you have,Which first was mine own king:and here you sty me in this hard rock,whiles you do keep from me the rest o the island.PROSPERO:Thou most lying slave,Whom stripes may move,not kindness!I have used thee,Filth as thou art,with human care,and lodged thee,In mine own cell,till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child.CALIBAN:O ho,O ho!wouldt had been done!Thou didst prevent me;I had peopled else This isle with Calibans.,Miranda:Abhorred slave!I pitied thee Took pains to make thee speak,taught thee each hour One thing or other.When thou didst not,savageKnow thine own meaning.,CALIBAN:You taught me language;and my profit ont Is,I know how to curse.The red plague rid you For learning me your language!,PROSPERO:Hag-seed,hence!If thou neglectst or dost unwillingly What I command,Ill rack thee with old cramps,Fill all thy bones with aches,make thee roarThat beasts shall tremble at thy din.,CALIBAN:No,pray thee.I must obey:his art is of such power,It would control my dams god,Setebos,and make a vassal of him.PROSPERO:So,slave;hence!,ARIELS:Come unto these yellow sands,And then take hands:Courtsied when you have and kissed The wild waves whist,Foot it featly here and there;And,sweet sprites,the burthen bear.Hark,hark!I hear,The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry,Cock-a-diddle-dow.FERDINAND:Where should this music be?i the air or the earth?Weeping again the king my fathers wreck,This music crept by me upon the waters,Allaying both their fury and my passion,ARIEL:Full fathom five thy father lies;Of his bones are coral made;Those are pearls that were his eyes:Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange.Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell.Hark!now I hear them,FERDINAND:The ditty does remember my drownd father.This is no mortal business,nor no sound That the earth owes.I hear it now above me.PROSPERO:The fringed curtains of thine eye advance And say what thou seest yond.MIRANDA:What ist?a spirit?,PROSPERO:No,wench;it eats and sleeps and hath such senses As we have,such.This gallant which thou seest And strays about to find em.MIRANDA:I might call him A thing divine,for nothing natural I ever saw so noble.,PROSPERO:It goes on,I see,As my soul prompts it.Spirit,fine spirit!Ill free thee within two days for this.FERDINAND:Most sure,the goddess On whom these airs attend!Vouchsafe my prayer may know if-O you wonder-If you be maid or no?,MIRANDA:No wonder,sir;But certainly a maid.FERDINAND:My language!heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech,Were I but where tis spoken.PROSPERO:How?the best?What wert thou,if the King of Naples heard thee?,FERDINAND:Myself am Naples,Who with mine eyes,never since at ebb,beheld The king my father wreckd.MIRANDA:Alack,for mercy!PROSPERO:At the first sight They have changed eyes.Delicate Ariel,Ill set thee free for this.A word,good sir;I fear you have done yourself some wrong:a word.MIRANDA:Why speaks my father so ungently?This Is the third man that eer I saw,the first That eer I sighd for:pity move my father To be inclined my way!,FERDINAND:O,if a virgin,And your affection not gone forth,Ill make you The queen of Naples.PROSPERO:Soft,sir!one word more.They are both in eithers powers;but this swift business I must uneasy make,lest too light winning,Make the prize light.One word more;I charge thee That thou attend me:thou dost here usurp The name thou owest not;and hast put thyself Upon this island as a spy,to win it From me,the lord ont.FERDINAND:No,as I am a man.,MIRANDA:Theres nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.PROSPERO:Speak not you for him;hes a traitor.Come;Ill manacle