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The scrapbook collection acquired by H. R. Forrest of Manchester in 1890 is remarkable
and forms part of the Shakespeare Library which can be found
in Arts, Languages and Literature, Floor 3, Central Library
See also New !King Lear | New !The Merchant of Venice
Hamlet | Macbeth | Othello | Romeo and Juliet | A Midsummer Night's Dream
Introduction to William Shakespeare
He took illustrated editions of Kenny Meadows, Knight, Staunton and Cassell and added to them illustrations by Boydell, Fuseli, Howard, Smirke,Chodwiecki, Retzch and Ruhl, together with every other illustration he could procure, including portraits of Shakespeare and his contemporaries and of Shakespearean actors. The collection fills 76 folio volumes.
On the left is a poster for the
Princes Theatre, Manchester, 1864
On the right is a
Drury Lane Playbill, 1771
Act 1 Scene 1 A ship at sea
A tempestuous noise of thunder and lightning.
Enter a SHIPMASTER, a BOATSWAIN and MARINERS
Boatswain Here, master. What cheer?
Master Good; speak to th'mariners.
Fall to't yarely, or we run ourselves aground.
Bestir, bestir! (Exit)
Boatswain Heigh, my hearts!
Cheerly, cheerly, my hearts! Yare, yare!
Take in the topsail.
Tend to th'master's whistle.
(to the storm)
Blow till thou burst thy wind, if room enough!
Act 1 Scene 2 The Island
Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA
If by your art, my dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
The sky it seems would pour down stinking pitch,
But that the sea, mounting to th'welkin's cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel,
Who had no doubt some noble creature in her,
Dashed all to pieces. O the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor souls they perished,
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere
It should the good ship so have swallowed, and
The fraughting souls within her.
No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart
There's no harm done.
O, woe the day.
I have done nothing but in care of thee -
Of thee my dear one, thee my daughter - who
Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
And thy no greater father.
As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed
With raven's feather from unwholesome fen
Drop on you both! A south-west blow on ye,
And blister you all o'er!
For this, be sure, tonight thou salt have cramps,
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinched
As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made 'em.
This island's mine by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cam'st first
Thou strok'st 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 showed thee all the qualities o'th'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'th'island.
Come unto these yellow sands,
and then take hands.
Curtsied when you have, and kissed,
The wild waves whist.
Foot it featly here and there,
And sweet sprites the burden bear.
Hark, hark The watch-dogs bark
Bow wow, bow wow.
(Spirits dispersedly echo the burden 'Bow wow')
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting Chanticleer,
(Spirits dispersedly echo the burden 'Cock a diddle dow')
Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell.
Hark, now I hear them, 'ding dong bell'.
(Spirits echo the burden 'ding dong bell')
The ditty does remember my drowned father.
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.
Act 2 Scene 1 A remote part of the Island
(Waking) Now , good angels preserve the king.
(He shakes Alonso)
Why, how now? ho! Awake? Why are you drawn?
Wherefore this ghastly looking?
Whats the matter?
Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing,
Like bulls, or rather lions; did't not wake you?
It struck mine ear most terribly.
Act 2 Scene 2 Near Caliban's Cave
All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease. His spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i'th mire,
Nor lead me like a firebrand in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle are they set upon me,
Sometime like apes, that mow and chatter at me
And after bite me; then like hedgehogs, which
Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount
Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness.
Lo, now lo!
Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me
For bringing wood in slowly. I'll fall flat,
Perchance he will not mind me.
(He lies down, and covers himself with a cloak)
If thou beest Trinculo, come forth! I'll pull thee by the lesser legs.
If any be Trinculo's legs, these are they.
(Pulls him out)
Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can he vent Trinculos?
Act 3 Scene 2 Near Caliban's Cave
Tell not me. When the butt is out we will drink water, not a drop before; therefore bear up, and board 'em. Servant monster, drink to me.
Servant monster? The folly of this island! They say there's but five upon this isle; we are three of them - if th'other two be brained like us, the state totters.
Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head. If you
prove a mutineer, the next tree. The poor monster's my
subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.
I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased to hearken
once again to the suit I made to thee?
Marry will I. Kneel, and repeat it. I will stand, and so
Enter Ariel invisible
Act 4 Scene 1 Near Prospero's Cave
Silver! There it goes, Silver.
Fury, fury! There, Tyrant, there! Hark, hark!
(Exeunt Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo, pursued by spirits)
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.
Act 5 Scene 1 Near Prospero's Cave
Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a cowslips bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry;
On the bats back I do fly,
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Here Prospero discovers Ferdinand and Miranda, playing at chess
Sweet lord, you play me false.
No, my dearest love, I would not for the world.
Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle,
And I would call it fair play.
(Gesturing to Caliban)
This is as strange a thing as ere I looked on.
He is as disaproportioned 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.
Ay that I will; and Ill 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!
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales,
And sail so expeditious that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off. My Ariel, chick,
That is thy charge. Then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well. Please you draw near.
Exeunt all (except Prospero)
Epilogue,spoken by Prospero
Now my charms are all orthrown,
And what strength I have mine own Which is most faint. Now is true
I must be here confined by you,
Or sent to Naples, let me not,
Since I have my dukedom got
And pardoned the deceiver, dwell
In this bare island, by your spell;
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands.
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant,
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer
Which pierces so, that it assaults
Mercy itself, and frees all faults.
As you from crimes would pardoned be,
Let your indulgence set me free.