The Tempest (I) (2010)

Felicity Jones: Miranda

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• Prospera : I charge thee that thou attend me! Thou dost here usurp the name thou owest not and have put thyself upon this island as a spy, to win it from me, the sovereign on't.

  Prince Ferdinand : No, as I am a man.

  Miranda : There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.

  Prospera : Follow me. Speak not you for him, he's a traitor. Come, I'll manacle thy neck and feet together. Seawater shalt thou drink. Follow.

  Prince Ferdinand : No, I will resist such entertainment till mine enemy has more power.

  Miranda : O, dear mother, make not too rash a trial of him, for he's gentle and not fearful.

  Prospera : What? I say, my foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor, for I can here disarm thee with this stick and make thy weapon drop.

  Miranda : Beseech you, mother.

  Prospera : Hang not upon my garment.

  Miranda : Ma'am, have pity. I'll be his surety.

  Prospera : Silence! One word more shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he, having seen but him and Caliban. Foolish child. To the most of men, this is a Caliban and they to him are angels.

  Miranda : My affections are then most humble. I have no ambition to see a goodlier man.

  Prospera : Come on. Obey. Thy nerves are in their infancy again and have no vigor in them.

  Prince Ferdinand : So they are. My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, the wreck of all my friends, nor this dame's threats, to whom I am subdued, are but light to me. Might I but through my prison once a day behold this maid. All corners else o' the earth let liberty make use of, space enough have I in such a prison.

• Caliban : When thou camest first, thou strokedst me and made much of me, wouldst give me water with berries in't, and teach me how to name the bigger light, and how the less, that burn by day and night. And then I loved thee and show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, the fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile: cursed be I that did so! All the charms of 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.

  Prospera : Thou most lying slave, whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee with humane care, lodged thee in mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate the honor of my child.

  Caliban : Oh, ho. Would it had been done. Thou didst prevent me, I had peopled else this isle with Calibans.

  Miranda : Abhorred slave, which any print of goodness wilt not take. I pitied thee, took pains to make thee speak!

  Caliban : You taught me language, and my profit on't is I know how to curse! The red plague rid you for learning me your language!

  Prospera : Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel. Shrug'st thou, malice? If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly what I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps, fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar that beasts shall tremble at thy din.

• 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, dash'd all to pieces. Poor souls, they perish'd.

  Prospera : [stopping the storm]  Be collected. No more amazement. Tell thy piteous heart there's no harm done.

  Miranda : O, woe the day.

  Prospera : 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, naught knowing of whence I am, nor that I am more better than Prospera, master of a full poor cell, and thy no greater mother.

  Miranda : More to know did never meddle with my thoughts.

  Prospera : 'Tis time I should inform thee further.

• Prince Ferdinand : Most sure, the goddess on whom these airs attend. Vouchsafe my prayer may know if you remain upon this island, that you will some good instruction give how I may bear me here. My prime request, which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! If you be maid or no?

  Miranda : No wonder, sir, but certainly a maid.

  Prince Ferdinand : My language! Heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, were I but where 'tis spoken.

  Prospera : How, the best? What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?

  Prince Ferdinand : A single thing, as I am now, that wonders to hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me, and that he does I weep. Myself am Naples, who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld the king, my father, wreck'd.

  Miranda : Alack, for mercy!

  Prince Ferdinand : Yes, faith, and all his lords.

  Prospera : At first sight they have changed eyes. O delicate Ariel, I will set thee free for this. A word, good sir. I fear you have done yourself some wrong. A word!

  Miranda : Why speaks my mother so ungently? This is the second man that e'er I saw, the first that e'er I sighed for.

  Prospera : They are both in either's powers, but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning make the prize light.

• Prospera : The King of Naples, being an enemy to me inveterate, hearkens to my brother's suit, which was that he should presently eradicate me and mine out of the dukedom and confer fair Milan with all its honors upon my brother. Whereon, one midnight did Antonio open the gates of Milan. Into the dead of darkness, his ministers for the purpose hurried thence me and thy crying self.

  Miranda : Wherefore did they not that hour destroy us?

  Prospera : Dear, they durst not, so dear the love my people bore me. In few, they hurried us aboard a bark, bore us some leagues to sea, where they'd prepared a rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, nor tackle, sail, nor mast. The very rats instinctively had quit it. And there they hoist us, to cry to the seas that roar'd to us, to sigh to the winds whose pity, sighing back again, did us but loving wrong.

  Miranda : Alack, what trouble was I then to you.

  Prospera : O, a cherubim thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile, infused with a fortitude from heaven that raised in me an undergoing stomach to bear up against what should ensue.

  Miranda : How came we ashore?

  Prospera : By providence divine. Some food we had and some fresh water that a noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, out of his charity did give us, with rich garments, stuffs and necessaries, which since have steaded much. Of his gentleness, knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me from mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom.

• Prospera : Canst thou remember a time before we came unto this cell? I do not think thou canst, for then thou was not out three years old.

  Miranda : Certainly, ma'am, I can.

  Prospera : By what? By any other house or person? Of anything the image tell me that hath kept with thy remembrance.

  Miranda : 'Tis far off and rather like a dream. Had I not four or five women once that tended me?

  Prospera : Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since, thy mother held the dukedom of Milan and its princely power.

  Miranda : But are not you my mother?

  Prospera : The very same. Who, long ago, was wife to him who ruled Milan most liberally. Who, with as tolerant a hand toward me, gave license to my long hours in pursuit of hidden truths, of coiled powers contained within some elements to harm or heal. I brooked no interruption but your squalling, for thou, child, art a princess born.

  Miranda : O heavens! What foul play had we that we came from thence?

  Prospera : Upon thy father's death, authority was conferred, as was his will, to me alone, thereby awakening the ambition of my brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio. Thou attendest not!

  Miranda : Good madam, I do.

  Prospera : I pray thee, mark me, that a brother should be so perfidious! He whom I did charge to execute express commands as to the prudent governing of fair Milan, instead undid, subverted... dost thou attend me?

  Miranda : Ma'am, most heedfully.

  Prospera : Perverting my upstanding studies, now his slandering and bile-dipped brush did paint a faithless portrait. His sister, a practicer of the black arts! A demon, not a woman, nay, a witch! And he full knowing that others of my sex have burned for no less. The flames now fanned, my counselors turned against me. Dost thou hear?

  Miranda : Your tale, ma'am, would cure deafness.

• Prospera : The fringed curtains of thine eye advance and say, say what thou seest yond.

  Miranda : [seeing Ferdinand]  What is't? A spirit?

  Prospera : No, child. It eats and sleeps and hath such senses as we have, such. This gallant which thou seest was in the wreck.

  Miranda : I might call him a thing divine, for nothing natural I ever saw so noble.

• Miranda : You look wearily.

  Prince Ferdinand : No, noble mistress. 'Tis fresh morning with me when you are by at night. I do beseech you, what is your name?

  Miranda : Miranda. O my mother, I have broken your hest to say so!

  Prince Ferdinand : Admired Miranda! Indeed the top of admiration, worth what's dearest to the world.

• Prince Ferdinand : Full many a lady have I eyed with best regard. Many a time the harmony of their tongues hath into bondage brought my too diligent ear. For several virtues have I liked several women, never any with so full soul. But some defect in her did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed and put it to the foil. But you... O you, so perfect and so peerless, are created of every creature's best.

  Miranda : I know only one more of my sex, no young woman's face remember, save from my glass, mine own. Nor have I seen more that I may call men than you, good friend. How features are abroad, I am skill-less of, but by my modesty, I would not wish any companion in the world but you. Nor can imagination form a shape, besides yourself, to the like of. But I prattle something too wildly. My mother's precepts I therein do forget.

  Prince Ferdinand : I am in my condition a prince, Miranda. I do think a king. I would not so. Hear my soul speak. The very instant that I saw you did my heart fly to your service. There resides, to make me slave to it. And for your sake am I this patient log-man.

  Miranda : Do you love me?

  Prince Ferdinand : O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound. I beyond all limit of what else i' the world, do love, prize, honor you.

  Miranda : I am a fool... to weep at what I am glad of.

  Prince Ferdinand : Wherefore weep you?

  Miranda : At mine unworthiness, which dare not offer what I desire to give, and much less take what I shall die to want. But this is trifling, and all the more it seeks to hide itself, the bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning, and prompt me, plain and holy innocence. I am your wife, if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow, you may deny me, but I'll be your servant, whether you will or no.

  Prince Ferdinand : My mistress, dearest, and I thus humble ever.

  Miranda : My husband, then?

  Prince Ferdinand : Ay, with a heart as willing as bondage e'er of freedom. Here's my hand.

  Miranda : And mine, with my heart in't.