莎士比亚The Tempest.ppt

Fin And they shall be themselves. ARIEL: Ill fetch them, sir. PROSPERO: 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 bedimmd The noontide sun, calld forth the mutinous winds, And twixt the green sea and the azured vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire and rifted Joves stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-based promontory Have I made shake and by the spurs pluckd up The pine and cedar: graves at my command Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let em forth By my so potent art. But this rough magic I here abjure, and, when I have required Some heavenly music, which even now I do, To work mine end upon their senses that This airy charm is for, Ill break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And deeper than did ever plummet sound Ill drown my book. There stand, For you are spell-stopped. The charm dissolves apace, And as the morning steals upon the night, CALIBAN: Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked, I cried to dream again. STEPHANO: This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing. CALIBAN: When Prospero is destroyed. STEPHANO: That shall be by and by: I