The Tempest (OCR A Level English Literature): Exam Questions

Exam code: H472

2 hours8 questions
1
15 marks

Discuss the following passage from Act 3 Scene 3, exploring Shakespeare’s use of language and dramatic effects.

ALONSO

I will stand to, and feed,

Although my last; no matter, since I feel

The best is past. Brother, my lord the Duke,

Stand to, and do as we.

Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL, like a harpy; claps his wings upon the table; and, with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes.

ARIEL

You are three men of sin, whom Destiny,

That hath to instrument this lower world

And what is in’t, the never-surfeited sea

Hath caus’d to belch up you; and on this island

Where man doth not inhabit—you ’mongst men

Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;

And even with such-like valour men hang and drown

Their proper selves.

[ ALONSO, SEBASTIAN etc., draw their swords ]

You fools! I and my fellows

Are ministers of Fate: the elements

Of whom your swords are temper’d may as well

Wound the loud winds, or with bemock’d-at stabs

Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish

One dowle that’s in my plume; my fellow-ministers

Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,

Your swords are now too massy for your strengths

And will not be uplifted. But remember—

For that’s my business to you—that you three

From Milan did supplant good Prospero;

Expos’d unto the sea, which hath requit it,

Him, and his innocent child; for which foul deed

The pow’rs, delaying, not forgetting, have

Incens’d the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,

Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,

They have bereft; and do pronounce by me

Ling’ring perdition, worse than any death

Can be at once, shall step by step attend

You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from—

Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls

Upon your heads—is nothing but heart’s sorrow,

And a clear life ensuing,

He vanishes in thunder; then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance, with mocks and mows, and carrying out the table.

PROSPERO

Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou

Perform’d, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring.

Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated

In what thou hadst to say; so, with good life

And observation strange, my meaner ministers

Their several kinds have done. My high charms work,

And these mine enemies are all knit up

In their distractions. They now are in my pow’r;

And in these fits I leave them, while I visit

Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown’d,

And his and mine lov’d darling.

[ Exit above ]

GONZALO

I’ th’ name of something holy, sir, why stand you

In this strange stare?

ALONSO

O, it is monstrous, monstrous!

Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it;

The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder,

That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc’d

The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass.

Therefore my son i’ th’ ooze is bedded; and

I’ll seek him deeper than e’er plummet sounded,

And with him there lie mudded.

[ Exit ]

SEBASTIAN

But one fiend at a time,

I’ll fight their legions o’er.

ANTONIO

I’ll be thy second.

[ Exeunt SEBASTIAN, and ANTONIO ]

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2
15 marks

‘Punishment is a key element in the play.’

Using your knowledge of the play as a whole, show how far you agree with this view of The Tempest.

Remember to support your answer with reference to different interpretations.

[15 marks]

3
15 marks

Discuss the following passage from Act 4 Scene 1, exploring Shakespeare’s use of language and its dramatic effects.

They sing.

JUNO

Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,

Long continuance, and increasing,

Hourly joys be still upon you!

Juno sings her blessings on you.

CERES

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.

FERDINAND

This is a most majestic vision, and

Harmonious charmingly. May I be bold

To think these spirits?

PROSPERO

Spirits, which by mine art

I have from their confines call’d to enact

My present fancies.

FERDINAND

Let me live here ever;

So rare a wond’red father and a wise

Makes this place Paradise.

[ Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment ]

PROSPERO

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.

IRIS

You nymphs, call’d Naiads, of the wind’ring 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.

Enter certain Nymphs.

You sun-burnt 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.

Enter certain Reapers, properly habited; they join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof Prospero starts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish.

PROSPERO

[ 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!

FERDINAND

This is strange; your father’s in some passion

That works him strongly.

MIRANDA

Never till this day

Saw I him touch’d with anger so distemper’d.

PROSPERO

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.

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4
15 marks

‘A play about theatrical illusion and the power of performance.’

Using your knowledge of the play as a whole, show how far you agree with this view of The Tempest.

Remember to support your answer with reference to different interpretations.

[15 marks]

5
15 marks

Discuss the following passage from Act 2, Scene 2, exploring Shakespeare’s use of language and dramatic effects.

Another part of the island.

Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood.

A noise of thunder heard.

CALIBAN

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.

Enter TRINCULO.

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.

TRINCULO

Here’s neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i’ th’ wind. Yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head. Yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of not-of-the-newest Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg’d like a man and his fins like arms! Warm o’ my troth! I do now let loose my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt.

[ Thunder ] Alas, the storm is come again! My best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout. Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.

Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand.

STEPHANO

I shall no more to sea, to sea,

Here shall I die ashore—

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man’s funeral; well, here’s my comfort. [ Drinks ]

The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,

The gunner, and his mate,

Lov’d Mall, Meg and Marian, and Margery,

But none of us car’d for Kate;

For she had a tongue with a tang,

Would cry to a sailor, ‘Go hang!’

She lov’d not the savour of tar nor of pitch,

Yet a tailor might scratch her where’er she did itch.

Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!

This is a scurvy tune too; but here’s my comfort. [ Drinks ]

CALIBAN

Do not torment me. O!

STEPHANO

What’s the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon’s with savages and men of Ind? Ha! I have not scap’d drowning to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said: As proper a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground; and it shall be said so again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils.

CALIBAN

The spirit torments me. O!

STEPHANO

This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief, if it be but for that. If I can recover him and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he’s a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat’s leather.

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6
15 marks

‘Stephano, Trinculo and Caliban provide much more than just comic relief in the play.’

Using your knowledge of the play as a whole, show how far you agree with this view of The Tempest.

Remember to support your answer with reference to different interpretations.

[15 marks]

7
15 marks

Discuss the following passage from Act 1, Scene 2, exploring Shakespeare’s use of language and dramatic effects.

ARIEL

Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,

Let me remember thee what thou hast promis’d,

Which is not yet perform’d me.

PROSPERO

How now, moody?

What is’t thou canst demand?

ARIEL

My liberty.

PROSPERO

Before the time be out? No more!

ARIEL

I prithee,

Remember I have done thee worthy service,

Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, serv’d

Without or grudge or grumblings. Thou didst promise

To bate me a full year.

PROSPERO

Dost thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee?

ARIEL

No.

PROSPERO

Thou dost; and think’st it much to tread the ooze

Of the salt deep,

To run upon the sharp wind of the north,

To do me business in the veins o’ th’ earth

When it is bak’d with frost.

ARIEL

I do not, sir.

PROSPERO

Thou liest, malignant thing. Hast thou forgot

The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy

Was grown into a hoop? Hast thou forgot her?

ARIEL

No, sir.

PROSPERO

Thou hast. Where was she born?

Speak; tell me.

ARIEL

Sir, in Argier.

PROSPERO

O, was she so? I must

Once in a month recount what thou hast been,

Which thou forget’st. This damn’d witch Sycorax,

For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible

To enter human hearing, from Argier

Thou know’st was banish’d; for one thing she did

They would not take her life. Is not this true?

ARIEL

Ay, sir.

PROSPERO

This blue-ey’d hag was hither brought with child,

And here was left by th’ sailors. Thou, my slave,

As thou report’st thyself, wast then her servant;

And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate

To act her earthy and abhorr’d commands,

Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,

By help of her more potent ministers,

And in her most unmitigable rage,

Into a cloven pine; within which rift

Imprison’d thou didst painfully remain

A dozen years; within which space she died,

And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans

As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island –

Save for the son that she did litter here,

A freckl’d whelp, hag-born – not honour’d with

A human shape.

ARIEL

Yes, Caliban her son.

PROSPERO

Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban

Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know’st

What torment I did find thee in; thy groans

Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts

Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment

To lay upon the damn’d, which Sycorax

Could not again undo. It was mine art,

When I arriv’d and heard thee, that made gape

The pine, and let thee out.

ARIEL

I thank thee, master.

PROSPERO

If thou more murmur’st, I will rend an oak

And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till

Thou hast howl’d away twelve winters.

ARIEL

Pardon, master;

I will be correspondent to command,

And do my spriting gently.

PROSPERO

Do so; and after two days

I will discharge thee.

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8
15 marks

‘No one in The Tempest serves Prospero willingly.’

Using your knowledge of the play as a whole, show how far you agree with this view of The Tempest.

Remember to support your answer with reference to different interpretations.

[15 marks]