Now does my project gather to a head:
My charms crack not; my spirits obey, and time
Goes upright with his carriage. How’s the day?
Now my plan comes together: my spells don't fail; my spirits obey, and time moves straight ahead as it should. How far along is the day?
Okay, my plan is coming together. My spells are holding up, my spirits are doing what I want, and time is moving forward. What time is it?
plan's coming together. spells r solid. time's on track. what time is it?
On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,
You said our work should cease.
It is six o'clock; at this hour, my lord, you said we should stop working.
It's six now. That's when you said we'd stop working.
it's 6. that's when u said we stop
I did say so,
When first I rais’d the tempest. Say, my spirit,
How fares the King and ’s followers?
Yes, I did say that when I first raised the storm. Tell me, my spirit, how are the King and his followers doing?
Yeah, that's what I said when I whipped up the storm. So tell me—how are the King and his people doing?
yeah when i started the storm. how r the king & his ppl doing?
Confin’d together
In the same fashion as you gave in charge,
Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir,
In the line grove which weather-fends your cell;
They cannot budge till your release. The King,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted,
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly
Him you term’d, sir, “the good old lord, Gonzalo”.
His tears run down his beard, like winter’s drops
From eaves of reeds; your charm so strongly works ’em,
That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.
They're locked together exactly as you ordered, just where you left them; all trapped in the grove next to your cell. They can't move until you release them. The King, his brother, and your brother all remain confused and stunned. The rest are grieving over them, full of sorrow and terror; especially the one you call 'the good old lord, Gonzalo.' His tears run down his beard like winter water from a thatched roof; your spell works so powerfully on them that if you saw them now, your heart would soften.
They're all locked up exactly like you said, trapped in the grove by your cell where you left them. They can't move till you let them. The King, his brother, and your brother are all confused and shocked. The rest are heartbroken watching them, drowning in grief and fear. Especially old Gonzalo—that good guy you like. His tears are streaming down his face like water pouring off a roof; your magic is so strong on them that if you saw them right now, you'd feel for them.
they're locked where u left them. can't move till u say. king & brothers r confused. ppl r grieving. gonzalo's crying hard. ur spell would make u feel for them
Dost thou think so, spirit?
Do you think so, spirit?
You really think that?
u think so?
Mine would, sir, were I human.
My heart would too, sir, if I were human.
Mine would if I were human.
i would if i was human
And mine shall.
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply
Passion as they, be kindlier mov’d than thou art?
Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th’ quick,
Yet with my nobler reason ’gainst my fury
Do I take part: the rarer action is
In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel.
My charms I’ll break, their senses I’ll restore,
And they shall be themselves.
And mine will too. You, who are only air, have some feeling for their suffering—shouldn't I, who am one of them and feel passion as sharply as they do, be moved to kindness more than you are? Though their betrayal cuts me to the heart, yet I hold to the nobler part of reason against my rage: the greater deed lies in virtue rather than revenge. Since they're sorry, my only aim is to spare them more: not one more frown. Go and release them, Ariel. I'll break my spells, I'll restore their minds, and they'll be themselves again.
And mine will too. You're just air, but you still feel something for what they're going through—shouldn't I, who's actually human, who feels things just like they do, be more moved to mercy than you? Sure, their betrayal cuts deep, but I'm choosing the better part of myself over my rage: real strength comes from compassion, not revenge. They're sorry, so that's all I need. Not another harsh word. Go free them, Ariel. I'll end my spells and bring their minds back. They'll be themselves again.
mine will too. ur air but u feel for them. i'm human—shouldn't i feel MORE? their betrayal cuts but i choose mercy over rage. that's real strength. they're sorry. go free them. i'll break my spells & they'll be themselves
I’ll fetch them, sir.
I'll bring them back right away, sir.
I'll go get them.
i'll get them
Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and
groves;
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him
When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime
Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,
Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm’d
The noontide sun, call’d forth the mutinous winds,
And ’twixt the green sea and the azur’d vault
Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove’s stout oak
With his own bolt; the strong-bas’d promontory
Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck’d up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command
Have wak’d their sleepers, op’d, and let ’em forth
By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure; and, when I have requir’d
Some heavenly music,—which even now I do,—
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I’ll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I’ll drown my book.
You spirits of hills, brooks, still lakes, and groves; and you that on the sands with weightless feet chase the receding ocean and flee from him when he comes back; you minor supernatural spirits that by moonlight make the pale rings of grass that sheep won't eat; and you whose job is to create midnight mushrooms, who delight to hear the solemn bell that marks curfew; by whose help, weak though you are, I have darkened the midday sun, summoned the rebellious winds, and between the green sea and the blue sky set roaring war: to the fearsome crashing thunder I have given fire, and split Jupiter's mighty oak with his own lightning bolt; the strong-based cliff I have made shake, and by pulling at its foundations torn up the pine and cedar: graves at my command have awakened their sleepers, opened, and let them out by my mighty magic. But this rough magic I hereby give up; and when I have called for some heavenly music—which even now I do—to work my purpose on their senses for which this invisible charm is meant, I'll break my staff, bury it certain fathoms in the earth, and deeper than did ever plummet sound I'll drown my book.
You spirits of the hills, streams, still lakes, and forests; and you that walk on the sand with weightless steps, chasing the tide as it goes out and running from it when it comes back in; you minor spirits who make those pale rings on the grass in moonlight that sheep won't graze on; and you who create mushrooms at midnight and love hearing the curfew bell; through your help, even though you're not powerful, I've blocked out the sun, called up wild winds, and created a war between the sea and sky: I've made thunder roar with fire and split the biggest oak trees with lightning; I've shaken solid cliffs and torn up pine and cedar from the ground: I've opened graves and raised the dead with my magic. But I'm done with all that rough magic now; and once I've called for some heavenly music—which I'm doing right now—to finish what I'm trying to do to these people, I'm breaking my staff, burying it deep in the earth, and I'm going to sink my book deeper than any weight has ever gone.
u spirits of hills, streams, lakes & forests; u on sand chasing & fleeing the tide; u making midnight grass rings & mushrooms—u all help me darken the sun, call wild winds, make thunder & lightning, shake cliffs, raise the dead. but i'm done w that rough magic. i'll break my staff, bury it deep & drown my book
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.
A solemn air, and the best comforter
To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,
Now useless, boil’d within thy skull! There stand,
For you are spell-stopp’d.
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
Mine eyes, e’en sociable to the show of thine,
Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason. O good Gonzalo!
My true preserver, and a loyal sir
To him thou follow’st, I will pay thy graces
Home, both in word and deed. Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.
Thou art pinch’d for ’t now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,
You, brother mine, that entertain’d ambition,
Expell’d remorse and nature, who, with Sebastian,—
Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,
Would here have kill’d your King; I do forgive thee,
Unnatural though thou art. Their understanding
Begins to swell, and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shores
That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them
That yet looks on me, or would know me. Ariel,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell.
Gonzalo, Sebastian and Antonio come in the same way, followed by Adrian and Francisco: they all step into the circle Prospero has drawn, and stand there under the spell; seeing this, Prospero speaks. Let solemn music, the best medicine for a troubled mind, heal your brains, which now lie useless, boiling inside your skulls! Stand there, for you are frozen by my spell. Saintly Gonzalo, man of honour, my eyes, moved in sympathy by the sight of yours, shed tears alongside them. The spell is fading fast; and just as morning creeps up on the night, melting away the dark, so their returning senses are beginning to drive off the fog of confusion that clouds their clearer judgement. Oh, good Gonzalo! You truly saved me, and you are a loyal servant to the master you follow. I will repay your kindness in full, in both words and actions. Alonso, you treated me and my daughter with terrible cruelty: your brother helped you do it. You are being tormented for it now, Sebastian. And you, my own flesh and blood, my brother, who gave in to ambition, and threw out conscience and natural feeling, who, together with Sebastian (whose inner torment is therefore the sharpest), would have murdered your King here: I forgive you, unnatural as you are. Their understanding is starting to rise, and the incoming tide will soon cover the shores of their reason that now lie filthy and muddy. Not one of them has yet looked at me or would recognise me. Ariel, bring me the hat and sword from my cave.
(Gonzalo, Sebastian and Antonio come in the same way, with Adrian and Francisco. They all walk into Prospero's magic circle and stand there, spellbound. Prospero sees this and speaks.) Let some calm, serious music, the best thing for a scrambled mind, fix those fried brains of yours. Stay right there. You're stuck under my spell. Gonzalo, you good, decent man, seeing you cry is making me cry too. The spell's wearing off fast. Like dawn sneaking up and melting the night, their senses are coming back and clearing the fog out of their heads. Oh, Gonzalo! You saved my life, and you've always been loyal to your king. I'll pay you back for everything, in what I say and what I do. Alonso, you were brutal to me and my daughter, and your brother Sebastian helped. You're paying for it now, Sebastian. And you, my own brother Antonio, you let ambition take over, ditched your conscience and every family feeling, and plotted with Sebastian (which is why he's suffering worst) to kill your king right here. I forgive you anyway, twisted as you are. Their minds are coming back like a rising tide that'll soon wash over the muddy shoreline. None of them has looked at me yet or would know who I am. Ariel, grab my hat and sword from the cave.
music to fix ur fried brains ur all frozen, stay put gonzalo ur crying so now im crying spell's wearing off thank u gonzalo, u saved me alonso u were so cruel to me + my daughter sebastian ur paying for it now antonio, my own brother, u tried to kill ur king still... i forgive u antonio ariel get my hat + sword
I will discase me, and myself present
As I was sometime Milan. Quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.
Ariel re-enters, singing, and helps to attire Prospero.
I will take off my magic robes and dress myself again as I was once the Duke of Milan. Quickly, spirit! You will soon be free. [Ariel returns singing and helps Prospero dress.]
I'm going to take off this magic robe and put on my Duke of Milan clothes again. Hurry up, spirit! You'll be free really soon. [Ariel comes back in singing and helps Prospero get dressed.]
ill change clothes dress as the duke ariel help me get dressed ill set u free soon
_Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip’s bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat’s back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough._
Where the bee drinks, I drink too: In a cowslip flower I rest; There I lie when the owls hoot. On a bat's back I fly Following the summer joyfully. Joyfully, joyfully I will live now Under the blossoms that hang on the branch.
Wherever the bee feeds, I feed too: I sleep in a cowslip flower; I stay there when the owls cry out. I ride on the back of a bat Chasing summer around happily. I'm going to live happily, happily from now on Under the flowers hanging from the tree.
where the bee sucks i suck i lie in a cowslip flower i rest when the owls cry i fly on a bat's back after summer merrily i'll live happily happily under the blossoms
Why, that’s my dainty Ariel! I shall miss thee;
But yet thou shalt have freedom; so, so, so.
To the King’s ship, invisible as thou art:
There shalt thou find the mariners asleep
Under the hatches; the master and the boatswain
Being awake, enforce them to this place,
And presently, I prithee.
You're my favorite Ariel! I'll miss you; but you will have your freedom; good, good, good. To the King's ship, invisible as you are: there you'll find the sailors sleeping under the deck; the captain and the first mate being awake, force them to come here, and right away, if you please.
You're my best Ariel! I'm gonna miss you, but you get your freedom. Good, good, good. Go to the King's ship invisible like you are: find the sailors asleep down below deck; the captain and boatswain are awake, so get them down here right now, okay?
ur my best ariel! i'll miss u but u get freedom. go 2 the king's ship invisible. sailors r sleeping below. get the captain & boatswain here now
I drink the air before me, and return
Or ere your pulse twice beat.
I drink the air before me and return before your heartbeat sounds twice.
I'll breathe in the air in front of me and be back before you can blink.
i drink the air & i'm back before u blink
All torment, trouble, wonder and amazement
Inhabits here. Some heavenly power guide us
Out of this fearful country!
All suffering, trouble, wonder, and shock live here. Some heavenly power guide us out of this terrifying place!
Everything here is torture and confusion and strangeness. Please, some higher power, get us out of this awful place!
everything here is chaos. god help us get outta this place
Behold, sir King,
The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero.
For more assurance that a living prince
Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee and thy company I bid
A hearty welcome.
Look, sir King, the wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero. For proof that a living prince speaks to you, I embrace your body; and to you and your company I offer hearty welcome.
Look, your majesty, it's me—the Duke of Milan they wronged, Prospero. Here, let me hug you so you know this is real. Welcome, you and everyone with you.
look, it's me—prospero, duke of milan. here's a hug 2 prove i'm real. welcome
Whe’er thou be’st he or no,
Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me,
As late I have been, I not know: thy pulse
Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee,
Th’ affliction of my mind amends, with which,
I fear, a madness held me: this must crave,
An if this be at all, a most strange story.
Thy dukedom I resign, and do entreat
Thou pardon me my wrongs. But how should Prospero
Be living and be here?
Whether you're him or not, or some magical trick to fool me as they've been doing, I don't know: your pulse beats like flesh and blood; and since I saw you, the confusion that troubled my mind is getting better, which I thought was madness: this needs, if any of this is real, a very strange story. I return your dukedom, and I ask you to forgive me my wrongs. But how can Prospero be alive and be here?
I don't know if you're really him or just some magic trick to mess with me like before. Your heart is beating like a real person's; and since I saw you, I'm feeling clearer—like I'm waking up from a nightmare. This is crazy. You can have your dukedom back, and I'm sorry for what I did. But how are you even here alive?
r u real or magic? ur heartbeat is real. i'm thinking clearer now. this is insane. take ur dukedom. i'm sorry. how r u alive here?
First, noble friend,
Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot
Be measur’d or confin’d.
First, my noble friend, let me embrace you, whose honor cannot be measured or limited.
First, let me hug you—you're too honorable for words.
first—hug—ur honor is off the charts
Whether this be
Or be not, I’ll not swear.
Whether this is real or not, I won't promise it.
Real or not, I can't say I'm sure of anything.
i can't even say what's real rn
You do yet taste
Some subtleties o’ the isle, that will not let you
Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all.
You're still tasting the island's tricks, which won't let you believe things that are certain. Welcome, all my friends.
The island's still got its hold on you—making you doubt what you see. Welcome, everyone.
the island's messing w ur head. welcome friends
[_Aside to Sebastian and Antonio._] But you, my brace of lords, were I
so minded,
I here could pluck his highness’ frown upon you,
And justify you traitors: at this time
I will tell no tales.
But you, my pair of lords, if I wanted to, I could turn the King's frown against you and prove you traitors. But for now, I'll keep silent about it.
But you two lords—if I wanted to, I could make the King turn against you and prove you're traitors. Right now though, I'm not saying anything.
you two lords i could expose you as traitors to the king but i'm saying nothing for now
[_Aside._] The devil speaks in him.
The devil is speaking through him.
The devil's speaking through him.
the devil speaks through him
No.
For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother
Would even infect my mouth, I do forgive
Thy rankest fault, all of them; and require
My dukedom of thee, which perforce I know
Thou must restore.
No. For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother would even pollute my mouth, I forgive your worst fault, all of them; and demand my dukedom back from you, which by force I know you must give back.
No. You're a terrible person—I wouldn't even want to call you brother. But I forgive you for everything you did, and I'm taking my dukedom back. You know you have to give it to me.
no. ur awful. i won't call u brother. but i forgive u. give me back my dukedom
If thou beest Prospero,
Give us particulars of thy preservation;
How thou hast met us here, whom three hours since
Were wrack’d upon this shore; where I have lost,—
How sharp the point of this remembrance is!—
My dear son Ferdinand.
If you are Prospero, tell us exactly how you stayed alive: how you came to meet us here, whom three hours ago were shipwrecked on this shore; where I have lost—how sharp this memory is!—my dear son Ferdinand.
If you're really Prospero, explain what happened to you. How did you get here? We just crashed on this shore three hours ago, and I lost—god, it hurts to say—my son Ferdinand.
if ur prospero, explain. we crashed here 3 hrs ago. i lost my son ferdinand. it kills me
I am woe for ’t, sir.
I'm sorry for it, sir.
I'm really sorry about that.
i'm sorry
Irreparable is the loss, and patience
Says it is past her cure.
The loss is impossible to fix, and even patience says it's beyond her ability to heal.
There's no fixing it. Even patience can't heal this wound.
can't fix it. even patience can't heal this
I rather think
You have not sought her help, of whose soft grace,
For the like loss I have her sovereign aid,
And rest myself content.
I think rather that you haven't asked for her help, from whose gentle favor, for a loss like this I have received her sovereign aid, and I rest myself content.
I think you haven't asked for her help. I lost someone too, and with grace I made peace with it.
u haven't asked for help. i lost someone 2. i made peace w it
You the like loss!
You lost someone too!
You lost someone?
u lost someone?
As great to me, as late; and, supportable
To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker
Than you may call to comfort you, for I
Have lost my daughter.
As important to me, and as recent; and to make the loss bearable, I have means much weaker than what you have to comfort yourself with, because I have lost my daughter.
Just as important, just as recent. And to deal with it, I have even fewer ways to comfort myself than you do, because I lost my daughter.
yeah. just as recent. i lost my daughter. i got even fewer ways 2 cope than u
A daughter?
O heavens, that they were living both in Naples,
The King and Queen there! That they were, I wish
Myself were mudded in that oozy bed
Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?
A daughter? O, I wish they were both alive in Naples—the King and Queen there! I wish I myself were buried in that muddy bed where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter?
Your daughter? God, I wish they were both alive in Naples—your daughter and my son both there safe. I'd rather be dead in that mud with my son. When did you lose her?
ur daughter? god i wish they were both alive in naples. when did u lose her?
In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords
At this encounter do so much admire
That they devour their reason, and scarce think
Their eyes do offices of truth, their words
Are natural breath; but, howsoe’er you have
Been justled from your senses, know for certain
That I am Prospero, and that very duke
Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely
Upon this shore, where you were wrack’d, was landed
To be the lord on’t. No more yet of this;
For ’tis a chronicle of day by day,
Not a relation for a breakfast nor
Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir.
This cell’s my court: here have I few attendants,
And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in.
My dukedom since you have given me again,
I will requite you with as good a thing;
At least bring forth a wonder, to content ye
As much as me my dukedom.
Here Prospero discovers Ferdinand and Miranda playing at chess.
In this latest storm. I can see these lords at this meeting are so amazed that they're eating up their reason, and barely think their eyes show truth, their words sound like natural breath; but however you've been shaken from your senses, know for certain that I am Prospero, that very duke who was driven from Milan; who most strangely on this shore, where you were wrecked, was landed to rule it. No more of this yet; because it's a day-by-day chronicle, not a story for breakfast, and not fitting for this first meeting. Welcome, sir. This cell is my court: I have few attendants here, and no subjects anywhere else: look inside if you wish. Since you've given me back my dukedom, I will give you something in return; at least I'll show you a wonder to delight you as much as my dukedom delights me.
During this storm. I can see these guys are so shocked they've lost their minds a little—they don't believe their eyes are showing them what's real or that they're actually hearing real words. But no matter how confused you are, know this: I'm Prospero, the duke they threw out of Milan. Somehow I ended up on this shore where you crashed, and I've been ruling here. That's all I'm saying for now. That whole story takes too long for a quick chat right now. Welcome. This little place is my court. I've got barely any staff, and nobody outside who answers to me. You can look around if you want. Since you gave me back my dukedom, I'm gonna show you something amazing in return—something as great as getting my power back.
during the storm. ur shocked & not thinking straight. trust me—i'm prospero, duke of milan. i ended up here & i've been ruling. i'll explain later. welcome. this is my court. i got almost nothing. since u gave me back my dukedom, i'll show u something amazing
Sweet lord, you play me false.
My lord, you're cheating at this game.
You're playing dirty!
ur cheating!
No, my dearest love,
I would not for the world.
No, my love, I wouldn't do that for all the world.
No, I swear. I'd never do that.
no i wouldn't
Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,
And I would call it fair play.
If twenty kingdoms hung in the balance, you'd absolutely cheat, and I'd have no complaint about it.
Yeah, you would cheat if there were twenty kingdoms at stake, and I wouldn't even complain.
u would cheat for 20 kingdoms & i'd say it's fair
If this prove
A vision of the island, one dear son
Shall I twice lose.
If this is just a vision from the island, I will lose my dear son a second time.
If this is just another illusion from this place, I'll lose him again.
if this is fake i lose him again
A most high miracle!
A truly great miracle!
This is incredible!
this is crazy
Though the seas threaten, they are merciful.
I have curs’d them without cause.
Though the seas threatened us, they were merciful. I have cursed them without reason.
The ocean looked dangerous, but it was actually kind to us. I cursed it for nothing.
the ocean was kind. i cursed it 4 nothing
Now all the blessings
Of a glad father compass thee about!
Arise, and say how thou cam’st here.
Now all the blessings of a happy father embrace you! Rise up and tell how you came to be here.
Every good thing a happy father can wish for you is yours! Stand up and tell me how you got here.
ur blessed. stand up & tell me how u got here
O, wonder!
How many goodly creatures are there here!
How beauteous mankind is! O brave new world
That has such people in ’t!
O, how amazing! How many beautiful creatures are there here! How gorgeous mankind is! O brave new world that has such people in it!
Oh my god! There are so many beautiful people here! People are incredible! Oh, this amazing new world that has people like this in it!
OMG so many beautiful ppl! people r amazing! this brave new world w ppl like this!
’Tis new to thee.
These are new experiences for you.
This is all brand new to you, though.
it's new 2 u
What is this maid, with whom thou wast at play?
Your eld’st acquaintance cannot be three hours:
Is she the goddess that hath sever’d us,
And brought us thus together?
Who is this young woman you were playing with? You haven't known each other for three hours: is she the goddess who separated us and brought us together like this?
Who is this girl? You've known her for like three hours, right? Did some goddess separate us and bring us all together just for this?
who's this girl? u just met her 3 hrs ago? did a goddess do this?
Sir, she is mortal;
But by immortal Providence she’s mine.
I chose her when I could not ask my father
For his advice, nor thought I had one. She
Is daughter to this famous Duke of Milan,
Of whom so often I have heard renown,
But never saw before; of whom I have
Receiv’d a second life; and second father
This lady makes him to me.
Sir, she is human; but by divine Providence she belongs to me. I chose her though I couldn't ask my father for his advice, and didn't think I had one. She is the daughter of this famous Duke of Milan, about whom I've heard such stories, but never saw before; from him I've received a second life; and this lady makes him a second father to me.
Sir, she's a real person; but by the grace of heaven, she's mine. I picked her when I couldn't ask my dad for permission or even knew I had a father. She's the daughter of the famous Duke of Milan you always hear about, but I'd never seen him until now; getting to know him has given me a second life; and marrying her means her father has become like a second father to me.
shes real not magic heaven gave her 2 me shes the dukes daughter he becomes like my dad
I am hers:
But, O, how oddly will it sound that I
Must ask my child forgiveness!
I will be hers: but O, how strangely it will sound that I must ask my child to forgive me!
She's mine now too, but oh man, it's going to sound so weird asking my own kid to forgive me.
she's mine now. but asking my kid 2 forgive me is gonna sound weird
There, sir, stop:
Let us not burden our remembrances with
A heaviness that’s gone.
Stop, sir: let us not burden ourselves with remembering a sadness that's in the past.
Wait—let's not drag up old pain. It's done.
don't bring up old pain. it's done
I have inly wept,
Or should have spoke ere this. Look down, you gods,
And on this couple drop a blessed crown;
For it is you that have chalk’d forth the way
Which brought us hither.
I have wept inside, or I should have spoken before now. Look down, you gods, and on this couple drop a blessed crown; because it is you who marked out the path that brought us here.
I've been crying inside about this. Gods, look at these two and bless them; you're the ones who brought us all here for this.
i've been crying inside. gods bless these 2. u brought us here 4 this
I say, Amen, Gonzalo!
I echo your prayer, Gonzalo. Amen.
Yes! Amen to that!
amen amen
Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his issue
Should become Kings of Naples? O, rejoice
Beyond a common joy, and set it down
With gold on lasting pillars: in one voyage
Did Claribel her husband find at Tunis,
And Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife
Where he himself was lost; Prospero his dukedom
In a poor isle; and all of us ourselves,
When no man was his own.
Was Milan taken from Milan, so that his offspring should become Kings of Naples? O, rejoice beyond ordinary joy, and write it down in gold on permanent monuments: in one voyage did Claribel find her husband at Tunis, and Ferdinand, her brother, found a wife where he himself was lost; Prospero got back his dukedom in a poor island; and all of us got ourselves back when nobody owned themselves.
The Duke lost Milan, and now his kids are becoming kings of Naples? This is incredible, write it down in gold forever: in one trip Claribel found her husband in Tunis, Ferdinand found a wife in the place where he was lost, Prospero got his kingdom back on a tiny island, and all of us got our lives back when we thought we'd lost everything.
milan's duke lost everything & now his kids r kings of naples! claribel found her husband, ferdinand found his wife where he was lost, prospero got his kingdom back on a tiny island, & we all found ourselves again
[_To Ferdinand and Miranda._] Give me your hands:
Let grief and sorrow still embrace his heart
That doth not wish you joy!
Give me your hands. May grief and sorrow grip the heart of anyone who doesn't wish you joy!
Give me your hands. Whoever doesn't want you to be happy should be cursed with grief and sorrow!
give me your hands may anyone who doesn't wish you joy be cursed with grief
Be it so. Amen!
Let that be true. So it is.
Yes, let it be so!
let it b true
O look, sir, look, sir! Here are more of us.
I prophesied, if a gallows were on land,
This fellow could not drown. Now, blasphemy,
That swear’st grace o’erboard, not an oath on shore?
Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news?
Look, sir, look! Here are more of us. I prophesied that if a gallows were on land, this fellow could not drown. Now you who curse and swear without shame, have you lost your voice on land? Do you have no mouth to swear with anymore? What is the news?
Look, sir, look! More people are showing up. I said this guy was too mean to drown—he'd never die at sea. But now that he's on land, he's not cursing? What happened to all your swearing? Did you lose your ability to curse on shore? What's the news?
look whos here i said he couldnt drown wheres his cursing now whats the news
The best news is that we have safely found
Our King and company. The next, our ship,—
Which but three glasses since, we gave out split,
Is tight and yare, and bravely rigg’d as when
We first put out to sea.
The best news is that we have safely found our King and company. The next news is about our ship—which just three hours ago we reported was destroyed—it's sound and ready, and beautifully equipped just like when we first set out to sea.
The good news is we found the King and everyone with him safe. And our ship? We thought it was destroyed three hours ago, but it's fine and ready to go, rigged up just like when we started the voyage.
we found the king safe. our ship that we thought was destroyed 3 hrs ago is fine & rigged up
[_Aside to Prospero._] Sir, all this service
Have I done since I went.
Sir, I've done all this work since you sent me away.
Sir, I've done all this work since I left.
sir all this work i did since i left
[_Aside to Ariel._] My tricksy spirit!
My clever, playful spirit!
My clever little spirit!
my clever spirit
These are not natural events; they strengthen
From strange to stranger. Say, how came you hither?
These are not natural happenings; they grow stranger and stranger. Tell me, how did you get here?
This doesn't make sense. Everything keeps getting stranger. How did you get here?
none of this makes sense. how'd u get here?
If I did think, sir, I were well awake,
I’d strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep,
And,—how, we know not,—all clapp’d under hatches,
Where, but even now, with strange and several noises
Of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains,
And mo diversity of sounds, all horrible,
We were awak’d; straightway, at liberty:
Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld
Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master
Cap’ring to eye her. On a trice, so please you,
Even in a dream, were we divided from them,
And were brought moping hither.
If I did think, sir, I would be awake, I'd try to tell you. We were sound asleep, and—how, we don't know—all locked under the hatches, where just now, with strange and various loud noises of roaring, shrieking, howling, jingling chains, and all kinds of horrible sounds, we were awakened; right away, we were free: and there we saw our ship, all in good condition, freshly ready; our master jumping to look at her. In an instant, as it pleased you, even in a dream, we were separated from them, and were brought stumbling here.
If I could think straight, I'd explain it to you. We were knocked out asleep, and somehow we all got trapped below deck. Then we heard all these crazy noises—roaring, shrieking, howling, chains clanging, all horror-movie stuff. We woke up; suddenly we were free. There's our ship in perfect condition, all rigged up; the captain jumping around checking it out. Then like it was a dream, we got separated from everyone and ended up stumbling here.
we were asleep. got locked below deck. heard crazy noises. woke up. ship was perfect. then like a dream we ended up here
[_Aside to Prospero._] Was’t well done?
Was it done well?
Did I do it right?
did i do good?
[_Aside to Ariel._] Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be free.
Excellently done, my diligent one. You shall be free.
You did great, my faithful servant. You're going to be free.
excellent work my diligent spirit you'll be free
This is as strange a maze as e’er men trod;
And there is in this business more than nature
Was ever conduct of: some oracle
Must rectify our knowledge.
This is as strange a puzzle as anyone ever walked through; and there is in this situation something more than nature was ever in charge of: some oracle must explain our knowledge.
This is the weirdest thing I've ever seen. This can't be explained by anything natural—there's magic involved. We need someone to explain what's happening.
this is the weirdest thing ever. it's not natural. someone's gotta explain it
Sir, my liege,
Do not infest your mind with beating on
The strangeness of this business. At pick’d leisure,
Which shall be shortly, single I’ll resolve you,
Which to you shall seem probable, of every
These happen’d accidents; till when, be cheerful
And think of each thing well. [_Aside to Ariel._] Come hither, spirit;
Set Caliban and his companions free;
Untie the spell.
Sir, my king, do not trouble your mind with thinking about the strangeness of this situation. At convenient time, which will be soon, alone I will explain to you which things will seem likely to you, about each of these strange events; until then, be cheerful and think well of everything. Come here, spirit; set Caliban and his companions free; undo the spell.
Your majesty, don't drive yourself crazy trying to figure this out. When we have time—soon—I'll explain everything in a way that makes sense. Until then just be happy and don't worry. Come here, spirit; free Caliban and the others; break the spell.
majesty don't stress. i'll explain soon. for now just be happy. spirit come here. free caliban & the others
How fares my gracious sir?
There are yet missing of your company
Some few odd lads that you remember not.
How are you, my gracious king? There are still missing from your company some strange fellows that you probably don't remember.
How are you doing, your majesty? By the way, a few of your odd companions are still missing—the ones you probably don't even remember.
how r u some of ur people are still missing
stolen apparel.
stolen clothing.
wearing stolen clothes.
stole the clothes
Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself,
for all is but fortune.—Coragio! bully-monster, coragio!
Every man look out for all the rest, and don't let anyone think of just himself, because everything is luck. Courage! my monster friend, courage!
Everybody take care of everybody else—forget about saving yourself, luck decides everything anyway. Come on, buddy, let's go!
everyone help everyone else. it's all luck anyway. let's go
If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here’s a goodly sight.
If these are real spies which I have in my head—meaning his eyes—here's an amazing sight.
If my eyes aren't lying to me, this is something.
if i'm seeing right this is crazy
O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed.
How fine my master is! I am afraid
He will chastise me.
O Setebos, these are fine spirits indeed. How magnificent my master has become! I'm afraid he will punish me.
Wow, these are amazing spirits. My master looks incredible! I'm worried he's gonna hit me.
these r amazing spirits. my master looks great. he's gonna hit me
Ha, ha!
What things are these, my lord Antonio?
Will money buy them?
What in the world are these creatures, Antonio? Could we purchase them with money?
Ha! What are these things? Can we buy them?
what r these? can we buy them?
Very like; one of them
Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable.
Very likely; one of them is a plain fish, and no doubt, for sale.
Probably. One of them looks like a fish. We could probably sell it.
prolly. one's a fish. we could sell it
Mark but the badges of these men, my lords,
Then say if they be true. This mis-shapen knave,
His mother was a witch; and one so strong
That could control the moon, make flows and ebbs,
And deal in her command without her power.
These three have robb’d me; and this demi-devil,
For he’s a bastard one, had plotted with them
To take my life. Two of these fellows you
Must know and own; this thing of darkness I
Acknowledge mine.
Look at the marks on these men, my lords, then say if they are honest. This mis-shapen fellow, his mother was a witch; and one so powerful that she could control the moon, cause waves and tides, and use her power without the moon's. These three have robbed me; and this half-devil, because he's illegitimate, had plotted with them to kill me. Two of these fellows you know and should acknowledge; this creature of darkness I acknowledge as mine.
Look at these guys' faces, gentlemen, then tell me if they're worth trusting. This ugly one here, his mom was a witch—powerful enough to control the tides all by herself. These three stole from me; and this half-demon bastard planned with them to kill me. You know two of them; this dark creature is my slave.
look at these guys. ugly one's mom was a witch who controlled tides. these 3 robbed me. half-demon bastard tried to kill me. you know 2 of them. this dark creature's mine
I shall be pinch’d to death.
I will be tormented to death.
He's gonna torture me.
im gonna die
Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler?
Is not that Stephano, my drunken butler?
Isn't that Stephano, my drunk servant?
that's my drunk servant stephano
He is drunk now: where had he wine?
He's drunk now: where did he get wine?
He's wasted now. Where did he get alcohol?
he's wasted. where'd he get booze?
And Trinculo is reeling-ripe: where should they
Find this grand liquor that hath gilded ’em?
How cam’st thou in this pickle?
And Trinculo is very drunk: where should they find this strong liquor that has made them so red-faced? How did you end up in this mess?
And Trinculo is plastered too. Where did they find this strong stuff that got them this drunk? How did you get yourself into this situation?
trinculo's wasted 2. where'd they find strong booze? how'd u end up here?
I have been in such a pickle since I saw you last that, I fear me, will
never out of my bones. I shall not fear fly-blowing.
I have been in such a terrible situation since I saw you last that, I fear, I will never get it out of my bones. I won't need to worry about decay.
Since I last saw you I've been in such bad shape that I'm worried it's permanent. I'm so waterlogged I won't rot.
i've been in bad shape since last time. i'm so messed up i won't even rot
Why, how now, Stephano!
So what's happening with you, Stephano?
Hey, Stephano!
whats up stephano
O! touch me not. I am not Stephano, but a cramp.
Don't lay a hand on me. I'm nothing but agony now, not Stephano.
Don't touch me. I'm completely falling apart.
dont touch me im in agony
You’d be King o’ the isle, sirrah?
You wanted to be King of the island, did you?
So you wanted to be king of this island?
u wanted 2 be king of the island?
I should have been a sore one, then.
I would have been a terrible one, then.
Yeah, I would've been a lousy king.
i woulda been a terrible king
This is as strange a thing as e’er I look’d on.
This is as strange a thing as I ever looked upon.
This is the strangest thing I've ever seen.
this is the weirdest thing i've seen
He is as disproportioned in his manners
As in his shape. Go, sirrah, to my cell;
Take with you your companions. As you look
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
He is as badly behaved in his manners as he is in his appearance. Go, fellow, to my cell; take your companions with you. If you want my pardon, clean yourselves properly.
His manners are as ugly as his looks. Go to my place and take your buddies. If you want me to forgive you, clean up your act.
his manners r as bad as his looks. go 2 my place w ur buddies. clean urselves up if u want forgiveness
Ay, that I will; and I’ll be wise hereafter,
And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god,
And worship this dull fool!
Yes, I will; and I'll be wise from now on, and look for mercy. What a triple fool I was, to take this drunk for a god, and worship this stupid guy!
Yeah I will. And I'm done being dumb. I'm gonna look for grace. What a complete idiot I was, thinking this drunk was a god and bowing down to this moron!
yeah i will. i'm done being dumb. what an idiot—worshipping this drunk as a god
Go to; away!
Go away now!
Get out of here!
go
Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it.
Now go, and put your luggage where you found it.
Go on, take your stuff back where you found it.
go put ur stuff back where u found it
Or stole it, rather.
Or stole it, more likely.
Or stole it, really.
or stole it
Sir, I invite your Highness and your train
To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest
For this one night; which, part of it, I’ll waste
With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it
Go quick away: the story of my life
And the particular accidents gone by
Since I came to this isle: and in the morn
I’ll bring you to your ship, and so to Naples,
Where I have hope to see the nuptial
Of these our dear-belov’d solemnized;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
Sir, I invite your Highness and your company to my humble cell, where you will rest for this one night; during which time I'll spend part of it in conversation that, I don't doubt, will make it pass quickly: the story of my life and the specific events that have happened since I came to this island: and in the morning I'll take you to your ship, and then to Naples, where I hope to see the wedding of these dear beloved people celebrated; and then I'll go back to my Milan, where every third thought will be about my death.
Your majesty, I'd like to invite you and everyone with you to my little place. You'll spend the night there, and I'll tell you stories that will make the time fly: everything about my life and what's happened to me on this island. In the morning I'll get you back to your ship and then to Naples, where I hope to see these two get married. After that I'm going back to Milan where I'll pretty much just wait to die.
ur majesty come 2 my place 2nite. i'll tell u my whole story. tomorrow i'll get u 2 the ship & naples so u can see them get married. then i go back 2 milan where i'll mostly think about death
I long
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.
I long to hear the story of your life, which must be astonishing to hear.
I really want to hear your story. It must be incredible.
i rly wanna hear ur story. it must b crazy
I’ll deliver all;
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so expeditious that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off. [_Aside to Ariel._] My Ariel,
chick,
That is thy charge: then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near.
I'll tell you everything; and I promise you calm seas, favorable winds, and a journey so fast that we'll catch up with your royal fleet far off. My Ariel, dear one, that is your job: then be free and go well! Please come closer.
I'll tell you everything. I promise smooth sailing, good winds, and a fast trip that'll catch up with your fleet. Ariel, that's your job. Now go be free! Everyone, come on in.
i'll tell u everything. smooth seas, good winds, fast trip. ariel that's ur job now go be free. come on in
The Reckoning
The climax resolves conflicts through forgiveness and restoration of rightful order.
If this happened today…
Power over others ultimately proves hollow; wisdom lies in releasing control and choosing mercy.