If I have too austerely punish’d you,
Your compensation makes amends: for I
Have given you here a third of mine own life,
Or that for which I live; who once again
I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy love, and thou
Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven,
I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,
Do not smile at me that I boast her off,
For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise,
And make it halt behind her.
If I've punished you too harshly, your love makes up for it. I've given you a third of my own life—or what I live for—and I now give that to your hand. All your troubles were just tests of your love, and you've passed them wonderfully. Here, before Heaven itself, I confirm this precious gift. Ferdinand, don't smile at me for boasting about her, because you'll find she surpasses all praise and leaves all words behind.
Look, if I've been too hard on you, Miranda's love makes it all okay. I'm giving you a piece of my life—literally, my whole heart—because you've proven yourself. Everything difficult you went through was me checking if you really loved her, and you came through with flying colors. I'm swearing to this gift right here before God. Ferdinand, seriously, don't think I'm exaggerating about her—you're going to discover she's better than anything anyone could say about her.
if i was harsh, your love fixes it. you passed my tests. she's yours. seriously don't think i'm bragging about her—she's better than words can say
I do believe it
Against an oracle.
I believe it even against what an oracle would say.
I believe you no matter what the gods themselves would tell me.
i believe you over anything
Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition
Worthily purchas’d, take my daughter: but
If thou dost break her virgin knot before
All sanctimonious ceremonies may
With full and holy rite be minister’d,
No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall
To make this contract grow; but barren hate,
Sour-ey’d disdain, and discord shall bestrew
The union of your bed with weeds so loathly
That you shall hate it both: therefore take heed,
As Hymen’s lamps shall light you.
Then, as both my gift and what you've fairly earned, take my daughter. But if you break her virginity before all the sacred marriage ceremonies are properly performed, the heavens won't let a sweet blessing fall to make your union grow; instead, harsh hate, bitter disdain, and discord will cover your marriage bed with such disgusting weeds that you'll hate it both. So take care, as the marriage torches light your way.
Okay, so take her—she's both a gift from me and something you've earned. But listen: if you sleep with her before you're properly married, heaven won't bless your union. Instead, you're going to get hate, contempt, and fighting ruining everything between you. You need to get married first. Pay attention to that, while the marriage ceremony happens.
she's yours, earned and gifted. but no sex before the real wedding or heaven punishes you with hate and fighting. get it?
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 honour into lust, to take away
The edge of that day’s celebration,
When I shall think, or Phoebus’ steeds are founder’d,
Or Night kept chain’d below.
As I hope for peaceful days, healthy children, and long life, with love like I have now, the darkest cave, the best opportunity, the strongest temptation our worse selves can suggest will never turn my honor into lust or steal away the joy of our wedding day—though I'd think the sun's horses have collapsed or night itself were imprisoned below.
I swear by my hopes for peace and kids and a long life together: nothing—no dark place, no perfect chance, no temptation I could dream of—will make me cheat on you before the wedding. I mean, before I'd do that, the sun would have to crash or night would have to get locked up.
i swear nothing will make me sleep with you before we're married. i want this too much
Fairly spoke:
Sit, then, and talk with her, she is thine own.
What, Ariel! my industrious servant, Ariel!
Well said. Sit down and talk with her—she's yours. Ariel! My hardworking servant, Ariel!
That's the right answer. Go ahead and sit with her and talk—she's all yours now. Ariel! Get over here, my useful spirit!
good. go talk to her. ariel! ariel, i need you!
What would my potent master? here I am.
What would my powerful master want? Here I am.
What do you need, boss? I'm ready.
what do you want? i'm here
Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service
Did worthily perform; and I must use you
In such another trick. Go bring the rabble,
O’er whom I give thee power, here to this place.
Incite them to quick motion; for I must
Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple
Some vanity of mine art: it is my promise,
And they expect it from me.
You and your lesser servants did excellent work before, and I need to use you again in another trick. Go gather the crowd I control and bring them here. Make them hurry; I want to show this young couple some magic from my power: it's a promise I made, and they're expecting it from me.
You and those other spirits did great last time, and I need you to do something similar now. Round up all those creatures I can command and get them here fast. I promised Ferdinand and Miranda some magic entertainment and they're waiting for it.
round up the spirits you command. bring them here quick. i promised these two a magic show
Presently?
Presently?
Presently?
presently?
Ay, with a twink.
Yes, in the blink of an eye.
Yeah, instantly. Like, right now.
instantly
Before you can say “Come” and “Go,”
And breathe twice, and cry “so, so,”
Each one, tripping on his toe,
Will be here with mop and mow.
Do you love me, master? no?
Before you can say 'Come' and 'Go' and breathe twice and cry 'so, so,' each one tripping on his toe will be here with a grin and a grimace. Do you love me, master? No?
Before you even finish saying 'Go!' and take two breaths, they'll all be here stumbling over themselves, making faces and waving their hands around. You do love me though, right? You're not mad at me?
before you blink they're here making silly faces. you love me tho right?
Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approach
Till thou dost hear me call.
Deeply, my delicate Ariel. Don't come close until you hear me call.
Of course I love you, my beautiful Ariel. Just stay out of sight until I call for you.
i love you ariel. stay back till i call
Well, I conceive.
I understand
Got it
got it
Look thou be true; do not give dalliance
Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw
To th’ fire i’ the blood: be more abstemious,
Or else good night your vow!
Make sure you're faithful; don't let desire run wild. The strongest oaths are just straw against the fire of passion. Be more restrained, or your vows mean nothing.
Keep it together. Don't give in to what you want—it's too strong. The toughest promises are nothing compared to actual desire. Seriously, hold back or your wedding vows are worthless.
hold back. lust beats every promise. or your vows mean nothing
I warrant you, sir;
The white cold virgin snow upon my heart
Abates the ardour of my liver.
I promise you, sir, the pure cold snow lying on my heart cools down my passion.
Trust me, the cold purity in my heart is keeping my desire in check.
my heart is cold. i can wait
Well.
Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary,
Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly.
No tongue! all eyes! be silent.
Good. Now come, my Ariel! Bring plenty of spirits, or better yet, bring more than you planned. Appear quickly and cheerfully. No talking! Everyone, just watch! Be quiet.
Good. Now, Ariel, come on! Get the spirits here—and bring extra if you can. Show up ready and eager. Nobody speak! Just eyes, no mouths!
now ariel come! bring more spirits. be quick. everyone shut up and watch
A Masque. Enter Iris.
A Masque (magical entertainment). Iris enters.
A masque (magical show) begins. Iris appears.
iris appears
Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas
Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and peas;
Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep,
And flat meads thatch’d with stover, them to keep;
Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims,
Which spongy April at thy hest betrims,
To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom groves,
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves,
Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard;
And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard,
Where thou thyself dost air: the Queen o’ th’ sky,
Whose wat’ry arch and messenger am I,
Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereign grace,
Here on this grass-plot, in this very place,
To come and sport; her peacocks fly amain:
Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
Ceres, most generous lady, your rich meadows of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and peas; your grassy mountains where nibbling sheep live, and flat fields covered with straw to keep them warm; your riverbanks with roots woven in, which spongy April decorates at your command to make nymphs cold wreaths; and your broom groves, whose shadow the lonely bachelor loves; your pole-cut vineyard and your sea-shore, bare and rocky-hard, where you yourself take the air: the Queen of the sky, whose rainbow and messenger I am, asks you to leave these; and with her royal grace, here on this grass, to come play. Her peacocks fly quickly ahead: Come, rich Ceres, to entertain her.
Ceres, generous goddess of harvest, come look at all this—your wheat and rye fields, the grassy hills where sheep graze, the flat fields we use to feed them. Your riverbanks that the spring rains decorate to make pretty crowns for nymphs, your groves, your vineyard, and that rocky coastline where you walk around. I'm Iris, messenger of the Queen of Heaven—Juno. She's asking you to leave all this and come hang out here on this field. Check out her peacocks flying ahead! Come on over and keep her company.
ceres, queen of harvest. come see your fields and groves. juno sent me. she's waiting here for you
Hail, many-colour’d messenger, that ne’er
Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter;
Who with thy saffron wings upon my flowers
Diffusest honey drops, refreshing showers;
And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown
My bosky acres and my unshrubb’d down,
Rich scarf to my proud earth; why hath thy queen
Summon’d me hither to this short-grass’d green?
Greetings, rainbow messenger, who always obeys Jupiter's wife. You scatter honey drops on my flowers with your golden wings, refreshing showers; and with each end of your rainbow you crown my grassy hillsides and open fields, a beautiful treasure for my proud earth: why has the Queen called me here to this short-grassed green?
Hi, Iris! You always do what Juno tells you to. You drop honey on my crops with those golden wings, you bring the rain. Your rainbow decorates my hills and open land, making it even more beautiful. So what's going on? Why did Juno call me down here to this field?
hey iris. you always listen to juno. why'd she call me here?
The 'Our revels now are ended' speech arrives in a moment of crisis — Prospero has just remembered Caliban's plot against his life and interrupted the masque. What he says to Ferdinand is ostensibly an apology for losing his composure. But the speech grows larger than the moment: the dissolving masque becomes a metaphor for all dissolution, the actors becoming spirits, the spirits becoming thin air, and thin air becoming a philosophical statement about the nature of reality itself. The phrase 'such stuff as dreams are made on' has been quoted so often it's become a cliché — but its power in context is precise: Prospero has just spent twelve years building toward this moment, and the sight of his own theatrical creation dissolving reminds him that his entire plan is just as insubstantial. He will succeed, but the success will also dissolve. He will go home to Milan and eventually die. Everything will leave 'not a rack behind.'
A contract of true love to celebrate,
And some donation freely to estate
On the blest lovers.
To celebrate a true marriage contract and to give some gifts freely to the blessed lovers.
She wants to celebrate this couple getting married and give them some blessings as gifts.
to celebrate their marriage and give them gifts
Tell me, heavenly bow,
If Venus or her son, as thou dost know,
Do now attend the queen? Since they did plot
The means that dusky Dis my daughter got,
Her and her blind boy’s scandal’d company
I have forsworn.
Tell me, heavenly rainbow, if Venus or her son attend the Queen right now. Since they plotted how dark Pluto got my daughter, I've refused to keep company with her and her blind son's scandalous presence.
Hold on—is Venus or Cupid here with Juno? Because ever since they helped Pluto kidnap my daughter, I've been done with both of them and all their drama.
wait—is venus or cupid here? they helped kidnap my daughter so i'm not hanging with them
Of her society
Be not afraid. I met her deity
Cutting the clouds towards Paphos, and her son
Dove-drawn with her. Here thought they to have done
Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
Whose vows are, that no bed-right shall be paid
Till Hymen’s torch be lighted; but in vain.
Mars’s hot minion is return’d again;
Her waspish-headed son has broke his arrows,
Swears he will shoot no more, but play with sparrows,
And be a boy right out.
Don't worry about her company. I met her heading toward Cyprus with her son, in her dove chariot. They meant to cast some seductive spell on these two, but their vows say no sex until the marriage ceremony is done, so that failed. Mars's passionate lover came back defeated; her mischievous son broke his arrows and swears he won't shoot anymore—he's just going to play with sparrows like a regular kid.
Don't stress about it. I actually saw Venus flying toward Cyprus with Cupid in her dove chariot. They were planning to get these two into bed early, but the couple promised to wait until the wedding, so that didn't work. Venus's warrior boyfriend came back empty-handed, and Cupid threw down his arrows—he says he's done shooting and just wants to play around like a regular kid now.
don't worry. venus and cupid tried to seduce them but failed. cupid gave up his arrows
Highest queen of State,
Great Juno comes; I know her by her gait.
Great Queen of power, Juno comes now; I know her by the way she walks.
There's Juno, the great queen. I can tell by how she walks.
there's juno now
How does my bounteous sister? Go with me
To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be,
And honour’d in their issue.
How are you, my generous sister? Come with me to bless this couple so they may be successful and honored by their children.
How are you doing, sister? Come bless this couple so they get married well and have great kids.
let's bless them so they have good kids
_Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,
Long continuance, and increasing,
Hourly joys be still upon you!
Juno sings her blessings on you._
Honor, riches, marriage-blessing, long life, and abundance, hourly joys be always with you! Juno sings her blessings on you.
May you have honor, wealth, a blessed marriage, long life, and plenty, with happiness every day! I'm singing these blessings over you.
honor, wealth, long marriage, happiness every hour. blessed
_Earth’s increase, foison plenty,
Barns and garners never empty;
Vines with clust’ring bunches growing;
Plants with goodly burden bowing;
Spring come to you at the farthest
In the very end of harvest!
Scarcity and want shall shun you;
Ceres’ blessing so is on you._
Earth's abundance, harvest plenty, barns and storehouses never empty, grapevines with heavy clusters growing, plants bent down with good fruit, spring come to you at the latest in the very end of harvest! Scarcity and need will avoid you; Ceres' blessing is upon you.
The earth will give you plenty, barns always full, grape vines loaded with fruit, everything growing and producing. Spring will come as late as possible so harvest lasts forever. You'll never go without. That's my blessing on you.
full barns, loaded vines, never empty stores. spring late, harvest long. blessed by ceres
This is a most majestic vision, and
Harmonious charmingly. May I be bold
To think these spirits?
This is a truly majestic vision and beautifully harmonious. May I be bold enough to think these are spirits?
This is absolutely amazing and beautiful. Can I ask—are these actual spirits?
that was amazing. are they real spirits?
Spirits, which by mine art
I have from their confines call’d to enact
My present fancies.
Spirits, which by my power I've called from their places to act out my current imaginings.
Yes, they're spirits. I summoned them using my magic to put on this show for you.
yeah. i summoned them with my magic
Let me live here ever.
So rare a wonder’d father and a wise,
Makes this place Paradise.
Let me live here always. Such a rare and wonderful father and a wise one makes this place into Paradise.
I could stay here forever. With a father this amazing and this wise, this place is perfect.
let me stay here. this place is paradise with you
Sweet now, silence!
Juno and Ceres whisper seriously,
There’s something else to do: hush, and be mute,
Or else our spell is marr’d.
Quiet now! Juno and Ceres are talking seriously. There's something else about to happen. Be silent, or our magic spell will be broken.
Shh, everyone! Juno and Ceres are having an important conversation. Something else is coming. Don't make any noise or I'll mess up the spell.
quiet. juno and ceres are talking. stay silent or spell breaks
You nymphs, call’d Naiads, of the windring brooks,
With your sedg’d crowns and ever-harmless looks,
Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land
Answer your summons; Juno does command.
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
A contract of true love. Be not too late.
You nymphs called Naiads of the winding streams, with your grass-woven crowns and always-harmless looks, leave your clear channels and come on this green land to answer Juno's call. Come, moderate nymphs, and help celebrate a true marriage contract. Don't be late.
All you water nymphs from the streams, with your reed crowns and innocent faces—come up out of the water and get on this grass. Juno's calling you. Come on and help us celebrate this couple's marriage. Come on!
water nymphs, come up from the streams. juno's calling. help celebrate their marriage
You sun-burn’d sicklemen, of August weary,
Come hither from the furrow, and be merry:
Make holiday: your rye-straw hats put on,
And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
In country footing.
You sun-burned harvesters tired from August, come here from the field and be happy. Take a holiday. Put on your rye-straw hats and dance with these fresh nymphs in country style, each with a partner.
You tan farmers exhausted from harvesting in August, get over here and have fun. Take a break. Put on your straw hats and dance with these beautiful nymphs the old-fashioned country way.
tired farmers come take a break dance with the nymphs put on straw hats
a graceful dance; towards the end whereof Prospero starts suddenly,
and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise,
they heavily vanish.
They dance gracefully; toward the end, Prospero suddenly gets up and speaks; after that, with a strange, hollow, confused sound, they all disappear with heavy steps.
They perform a beautiful dance; as it's ending, Prospero suddenly stands up and speaks; then with a weird, hollow, confusing noise, they all vanish with heavy movements.
graceful dance prospero jumps up speaks sudden they vanish with weird sound
[_Aside._] I had forgot that foul conspiracy
Of the beast Caliban and his confederates
Against my life: the minute of their plot
Is almost come. [_To the Spirits._] Well done! avoid; no
more!
I forgot about that evil plot by the beast Caliban and his allies against my life—their attack time is almost here. Well done, spirits! Disappear now, no more!
I forgot about that evil plot Caliban and his buddies are making against me. They're going to strike soon. That was great, spirits—now get out of here, that's enough!
i forgot caliban's plot to kill me they're striking soon great job spirits goodbye
This is strange: your father’s in some passion
That works him strongly.
This is strange. Your father's in some kind of intense emotion that affects him strongly.
That's weird. Your father's getting really upset about something.
your dad's really upset about something
Never till this day
Saw I him touch’d with anger so distemper’d.
Never before this day have I seen him touched with anger so disturbed.
I've never seen him this angry before.
i've never seen him this mad
You do look, my son, in a mov’d sort,
As if you were dismay’d: be cheerful, sir:
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex’d:
Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled.
Be not disturb’d with my infirmity.
If you be pleas’d, retire into my cell
And there repose: a turn or two I’ll walk,
To still my beating mind.
You look disturbed, my son, as if you're frightened. Be happy: our entertainment is over now. These actors, as I told you, were all spirits and have melted into air, into thin air. And like the hollow fantasy of this vision, the cloud-topped towers, the magnificent palaces, the solemn temples, the whole earth itself—yes, everything that inherits it—will dissolve, and like this unreal show that faded, leave not a trace behind. We're made of the same stuff as dreams, and our little lives are surrounded by sleep. Sir, I'm upset. Be patient with my weakness; my old mind is troubled. Don't be disturbed by my disability. If you prefer, go into my cell and rest. I'll walk a turn or two to calm my anxious mind.
Don't worry, son, you look scared. Relax—the show's done. Those were spirits, like I said, and they've turned into thin air. Just like that whole magical vision isn't real, all those beautiful towers and palaces and temples and everything on earth—it'll all disappear someday and leave nothing behind. We're just made from the same stuff as dreams, and our lives are tiny things surrounded by sleep. Look, I'm troubled. Sorry. It's just an old man getting emotional and stressed. Don't worry about it. If you want, go rest in my cell. I'm going to walk around a bit to settle my mind.
don't worry, you're okay. show's over, spirits gone. everything dissolves eventually, we're made of dreams and sleep. i'm just upset. go rest. i need to walk it off
The masque was the most expensive, elaborate theatrical form of the Jacobean court — a spectacle of music, dancing, elaborate costumes, professional designers, and classical allegory, performed for royalty to celebrate political events. Shakespeare's Tempest was performed at court in 1613 for the marriage of James I's daughter Elizabeth — and this masque-within-a-play is a direct mirror of that occasion. Juno and Ceres blessing the union of Ferdinand and Miranda is Shakespeare blessing the union of a royal couple, done twice over: once in the fiction, once in the event. The fact that Prospero suddenly interrupts and dissolves the masque — and then says everything dissolves, including the great globe itself — makes this one of the most unsettling meta-theatrical moments in Shakespeare. The audience at the 1613 wedding was watching a wedding masque dissolve while a character told them all weddings dissolve eventually.
We wish your peace.
We wish you peace.
We hope you feel better.
hope you're ok
Come, with a thought. I thank thee, Ariel. Come!
Come here just by thinking it. I thank you, Ariel. Come!
Ariel, get over here—just think it and be here. Thanks for all your help. Come on!
ariel come now. thanks
Thy thoughts I cleave to. What’s thy pleasure?
I'm attached to your thoughts. What's your wish?
I'm right there in your head. What do you need?
i'm here. what do you need?
Spirit,
We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
Spirit, we have to prepare to meet with Caliban.
Listen, Ariel, we need to get ready to face Caliban.
ariel we gotta face caliban
Ay, my commander. When I presented Ceres,
I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear’d
Lest I might anger thee.
Yes, my master. When I was performing as Ceres, I wanted to tell you about this, but I was afraid it might anger you.
Yeah, boss. When I was doing the Ceres thing, I wanted to tell you what was happening, but I got nervous you'd be mad.
yeah. i wanted to tell you during the show but was scared you'd be mad
Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?
Tell me again, where did you leave these rascals?
So where did you leave those guys?
where'd you leave them?
I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;
So full of valour that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
For kissing of their feet; yet always bending
Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor;
At which, like unback’d colts, they prick’d their ears,
Advanc’d their eyelids, lifted up their noses
As they smelt music: so I charm’d their ears,
That calf-like they my lowing follow’d through
Tooth’d briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns,
Which enter’d their frail shins: at last I left them
I’ th’ filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell,
There dancing up to th’ chins, that the foul lake
O’erstunk their feet.
I told you, sir, they were burning hot from drinking, so full of courage that they hit the air for breathing in their faces, kicked the ground for where their feet touched it, yet they kept moving toward their goal. Then I played my drum. Like untamed horses, they pricked up their ears, opened their eyes wide, lifted their noses, smelling the music. I charmed their ears so much that like calves they followed my low humming sound through thorny bushes, sharp gorse, and prickly thorns that cut their weak shins. Finally I left them in the muddy marsh beyond your cell, dancing up to their chests in the filthy water—the foul lake was worse than their feet.
Like I said, they were drunk and crazy, full of courage, swinging at the air like it was attacking them, stomping on the ground. But they kept heading toward your place. Then I beat my drum, and just like untamed horses, their ears popped up, they stared, they sniffed the air like they smelled music. The sound hypnotized them—they followed my humming like calves through thorny bushes and prickly plants that tore up their legs. Finally I got them into that muddy swamp beyond your place. They're out there now, dancing around in the water up to their chests, and the swamp smells worse than they do.
drunk and crazy, swinging at air. i beat my drum, they followed my humming like calves through thorns. now they're dancing in the muddy swamp past your cell
This was well done, my bird.
Thy shape invisible retain thou still:
The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither
For stale to catch these thieves.
This was done well, my spirit. Keep your invisible shape. Bring the cheap goods from my house here as bait to catch these thieves.
Great job, Ariel. Stay invisible. Go get some of the old junk and clothes from my place and bring them here as bait to trap these guys.
good work. stay invisible. bring old clothes from my house to trap them
I go, I go.
I'm heading out right now to fetch those things.
On it.
going
A devil, a born devil, on whose nature
Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains,
Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost;
And as with age his body uglier grows,
So his mind cankers. I will plague them all,
Even to roaring.
A devil, born a devil, to whom nurture means nothing; on whom my efforts, done humanely, are all wasted, completely wasted. And as his body gets uglier with age, his mind rots too. I'll torture them all, even to the point of screaming.
He's a devil, born evil—you can't teach him anything or make him better. Everything I've tried to do for him has been a complete waste. The older he gets, the worse he gets, inside and out. I'm going to make all of them suffer big-time.
he's born evil, can't teach him anything. wasted all my effort on him. gonna make them all scream
Come, hang them on this line.
Prospero and Ariel remain invisible. Enter Caliban, Stephano and
Trinculo all wet.
Come, hang these on the line. Prospero and Ariel remain invisible. Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo enter, all soaking wet.
Come on, hang these on the clothesline. Prospero and Ariel become invisible. Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo come in, all dripping wet.
hang on the line prospero ariel invisible caliban stephano trinculo enter wet
Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not
Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.
Please, walk quietly so the blind mole doesn't hear a footstep. We're near his cell now.
Shh, everyone walk quietly. We don't want the blind mole hearing us coming. We're almost at his place.
walk quiet. almost at his cell
Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little
better than played the Jack with us.
Monster, that fairy you say is harmless has barely done anything but made fools of us.
Monster, that fairy you said was harmless? He pretty much just pranked us the whole time.
that harmless fairy pranked us
Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great
indignation.
Monster, I smell nothing but horse urine, and my nose is very upset about it.
Dude, I can smell horse piss everywhere, and it's making me sick.
smells like horse piss, gross
So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure
against you, look you,—
Mine too. Do you hear, monster? If I got angry at you, listen—
Mine too. Hey, monster—if I decided to get mad at you—
me too. if i got mad at you—
Thou wert but a lost monster.
You'd end up nothing but a wretched lost creature.
You'd lose everything.
you'd be done for
Good my lord, give me thy favour still.
Be patient, for the prize I’ll bring thee to
Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly.
All’s hush’d as midnight yet.
Good, my king, stay in my favor. Be patient, because the prize I'll bring you will make up for this mess. So speak quietly. Everything's as quiet as midnight.
Stay cool, boss. Be patient with me. The payoff I'm bringing you is going to be amazing and make up for all this trouble. Just keep it quiet. Right now it's totally silent.
stay cool boss. payoff's coming. keep quiet
Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool!
Yeah, but we lost our bottles in the pool!
But we lost our bottles in that swamp!
we lost our bottles tho
There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an
infinite loss.
There's not just shame and dishonor in that, monster, but a huge loss.
That's not just embarrassing, monster—that's a massive financial loss.
that's not just shame—that's money lost
The clothes-stealing scene is farcical — but its funniest element is Caliban's increasingly exasperated warnings. He's the only one with a coherent plan. He's the only one who understands what's at stake. He recognizes the trap ('it is but trash') and correctly predicts the consequence ('we shall lose our time'). But he can't control two drunk idiots who have discovered a wardrobe. This is the play's most pointed joke at the expense of the 'masterminds' of the subplot: Caliban, the creature Prospero calls incapable of reason, is the only rational actor in the scene. He watches helplessly as Stephano and Trinculo destroy their one chance at freedom by trying on stolen gowns. Shakespeare seems to genuinely enjoy the irony.
That’s more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy,
monster.
That bothers me more than my clothes getting wet. Yet this is your harmless fairy, monster.
That's worse than getting soaked. And you said that fairy was harmless, monster.
worse than getting wet. you said the fairy was harmless
I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o’er ears for my labour.
I'll dive for my bottle even if I go underwater for it.
I'm going back to get my bottle, even if I have to go completely underwater.
i'm diving for my bottle
Prithee, my King, be quiet. Seest thou here,
This is the mouth o’ th’ cell: no noise, and enter.
Do that good mischief which may make this island
Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
For aye thy foot-licker.
Please, my king, be quiet. Look, here's the mouth of the cell. Go in quietly and do the evil deed that will make this island yours forever, and I'll be your forever slave.
Boss, seriously, quiet down. Here's the entrance to his place. Sneak in quietly and kill him—that's how we take over this island, and I'll be your servant forever.
quiet boss. there's the entrance. kill him. island's ours. i'm your slave forever
Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
Give me your hand. I'm starting to have murderous thoughts.
Shake my hand. I'm actually getting excited about killing him.
give me your hand. let's do this
O King Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano!
Look what a wardrobe here is for thee!
Oh, King Stephano! Oh, peer! Oh worthy Stephano! Look at what a wardrobe is here for you!
King Stephano! Your Majesty! Look at all these fancy clothes here!
look at these clothes! for the king!
Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.
Leave it alone, fool; it's just trash.
Don't touch it, idiot. It's just junk.
leave it, it's trash
O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery. O King Stephano!
Oh, really, monster! We know about fancy second-hand clothing shops. Oh, King Stephano!
Oh please, monster! We know good used clothes when we see them. King Stephano, check it out!
we know fancy clothes when we see them! king stephano!
Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I’ll have that gown.
Remove that garment, Trinculo. I swear by my hand, that piece of clothing will be mine.
Take off that robe, Trinculo. I'm serious—I want it.
give me that robe trinculo
Thy Grace shall have it.
Your Grace can have it.
Your Majesty can have it.
it's yours your majesty
The dropsy drown this fool! What do you mean
To dote thus on such luggage? Let’t alone,
And do the murder first. If he awake,
From toe to crown he’ll fill our skins with pinches,
Make us strange stuff.
May the dropsy drown this fool! What are you doing, wasting time on such luggage? Leave it and do the murder first. If he wakes up, he'll fill our whole bodies with pinches and turn us into strange creatures.
Forget about the clothes! Why are you messing with this junk? Kill Prospero first! If he wakes up, he'll torture us with pinches and turn us into weird things.
forget the junk! kill prospero first! he'll torture us if he wakes up
Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the
jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and
prove a bald jerkin.
Be quiet, monster. Mistress rope, is this not my jacket? Now the jacket is below the equator: now, jacket, you're going to lose your hair and become a bald jacket.
Shut up, monster. Mistress rope, isn't this my jerkin? Now this jerkin is going south of the equator—it's about to lose its fibers and become bald!
shut it. this jerkin's going below the equator. gonna get bald
Do, do: we steal by line and level, an’t like your Grace.
We steal by measuring carefully with a straight line, if it please your Grace.
We steal with precision and skill, if you like, your Majesty.
we steal with skill and precision if it pleases you
I thank thee for that jest. Here’s a garment for ’t: wit shall not go
unrewarded while I am King of this country. “Steal by line and level,”
is an excellent pass of pate. There’s another garment for ’t.
I thank you for that joke. Here's a garment for your wit. Clever words will get rewards while I'm king of this island. 'We steal by measuring carefully'—that's an excellent display of cleverness. Here's another garment for it.
Thanks for the funny line. Here, take another piece of clothing. When I'm king here, wit gets rewarded. 'We steal with precision'—that's brilliant. Here, take another outfit.
funny. here's more clothes. wit gets rewarded when i'm king. brilliant
Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.
Monster, come on, put some sticky stuff on your fingers and let's go steal the rest.
Monster, come on, let's grab these clothes and get out of here.
let's grab these and go
I will have none on’t. We shall lose our time,
And all be turn’d to barnacles, or to apes
With foreheads villainous low.
I won't touch it. We'll waste time, and all of us will turn into barnacles or apes with really low foreheads.
I'm not touching it. We're going to waste time and Prospero will turn us all into barnacles or stupid apes.
no. we'll waste time. he'll turn us into barnacles
Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this away where my hogshead
of wine is, or I’ll turn you out of my kingdom. Go to, carry this.
Monster, get your fingers on this. Help me carry this stuff where my barrel of wine is, or I'll kick you out of my kingdom. Get going, carry it.
Monster, help me carry this stuff to where I hid my wine barrel, or you're out of my kingdom. Come on, grab something and go.
help me move this to my wine or you're out. go
And this.
And this.
And this.
and this.
Ay, and this.
A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of dogs and
hounds, and hunt them about; Prospero and Ariel setting them on.
Yes, and this too. A sound of hunters heard. Spirits in the shape of dogs and hounds enter and hunt them around while Prospero and Ariel send them on.
And that one too. Suddenly they hear hunting horns. Spirits that look like wild dogs and hounds rush in chasing them everywhere, with Prospero and Ariel directing the dogs.
and that. hunting dogs appear and chase them. prospero controls the hounds
Hey, Mountain, hey!
Hey, Mountain, hey!
Hey, Mountain, hey!
hey, mountain, hey!
Silver! there it goes, Silver!
Silver, go after it! Keep chasing, Silver!
Get him, Silver! Chase it, Silver!
get him silver!
Fury, Fury! There, Tyrant, there! hark, hark!
Fury, fury! There, Tyrant, there! Listen, listen!
Go, go! Get him, Tyrant! Hear him! Hear that!
get him tyrant! there!
Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints
With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews
With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them
Than pard, or cat o’ mountain.
Go, command my magic creatures to twist their joints with spasms; shrivel up their sinews with painful cramps, and mark them with more pinch spots than a leopard or wildcat.
Go, tell my goblins to make their joints seize up with spasms; cramp their muscles painfully, and cover them with more pinch marks than a leopard has spots.
tell goblins torture them seize their joints cramp their muscles cover with pinch marks
Hark, they roar.
Listen, they roar.
Hear them? They're roaring!
listen they roar
Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour
Lies at my mercy all mine enemies.
Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt have the air at freedom. For a little
Follow, and do me service.
Let them be hunted hard. At this hour all my enemies lie at my mercy. Soon all my efforts will end, and you'll have your freedom in the air. For a little while, follow me and do me service.
Make sure they get chased down. Right now, all my enemies are completely in my power. Soon everything I've worked for will be done, and I'll free you so you can fly wherever you want. Just stick with me a little longer and help me out.
hunt them hard. all my enemies are mine now. soon you're free ariel. stay a bit longer
The Reckoning
The scene swings from celebration to the most famous speech in the play and then to slapstick punishment. The 'Our revels now are ended' speech arrives out of a moment of distraction — Prospero suddenly remembers Caliban's plot, the masque collapses, and what begins as an excuse to Ferdinand becomes something far larger: a meditation on impermanence and the dreamlike quality of everything. Then Ariel describes the drunken conspirators, Prospero prepares the spirit hounds, and Caliban watches his foolish companions steal gowns while the murder window closes. The tonal range is extraordinary.
If this happened today…
A tech founder has arranged an elaborate product launch for his daughter's engagement to a rival's son. The presentation is stunning. Then his phone buzzes — he'd forgotten that three disgruntled ex-employees are trying to break into his server room tonight. He freezes the whole event, gives an improvised speech about the nature of digital reality, then has security chase the intruders with guard dogs while the would-be saboteurs get distracted by the company's merchandise sample room.