Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't As we have, such: this gallant which thou seest A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, It goes on, I might call him [Aside. Hag-seed, hence! A thing divine; for nothing natural Cal. No, 'pray thee ! I must obey: his art is of such power, Pro. [Aside. So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban. Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing; ARIEL'S SONG. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Pro. Most sure, the goddess Mira. Fer. No wonder, sir; My language? heavens How! the best? I am the best of them that speak this speech, Pro. What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? (1) Fairies. (2) Destroy. (3) Still, silent. (4) Owns. They have chang'd eyes :-Delicate Ariel, So they are: My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. Mira. My father's of a better nature, sir, Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Which now came from him. Pro. Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds: but then exactly do Soft, sir; one word more.-All points of my command. They are both in either's powers: but this swift Ari. To the syllable. business Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt. Fer. I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [Aside. thee, That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp From me, the lord on't. Fer. No, as I am a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Fer. I will resist such entertainment, till No; [He draws. Pro. conscience (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spoken truer than you proposed. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should. Gon. Therefore, my lord, Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue. Gon. Well, I have done: but yet Seb. He will be talking. Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow? Seb. The old cock. Ant. The cockrel. Seb. Done: the wager? Seb. A match. Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,-. Seb. Ha, ha, ha! Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, against Ant. So, you've pay'd. Seb. Yet, Adr. Yet Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,- The stomach of my sense: 'would I had never Ant. He could not miss it. Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir delicate temperance.' Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Aur. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Fran. Sir, he may live; head his bold 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd green! Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. Seb. With an eye of green in't. Ant. He misses not much. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. As stooping to relieve him. I not doubt, Alon. No, no, he's gone. Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss; Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is, indeed, al-That would not bless our Europe with your daugh most beyond credit-) Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are. Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, than stain'd with salt water. int. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say, He lies? Seb. Av, or very falsely pocket up his report. Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis. Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return. Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with such paragon to their queen. a Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. Ant. Widow? a pox o' that! how came that widow in? Widow Dido! Stb. What if he had said, widower Encas too? good lord, how you take it! Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Adr. Carthage? Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy! next? Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands. Gon. Ay? Ant. Why, in good time. Ant. Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments Ant. That sort was well fish'd for. (1) Temperature. (2) Rank. (S) Shade of colour, Gon. All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, (4) Degree or quality, (5) The rack, Seb. Would I not have but nature should bring forth, Whiles thou art waking. Seb. No marrying mong his subjects? 'Save his majesty! Ant. Long live Gonzalo! Thou dost snore distinctly; Ant. I am more serious then my custom: you Ant. 0, Do so: to ebb And, do you mark me, sir?-Hereditary sloth instructs me. Alon. Pr'ythee, no more: Thou dost talk nothing to me. If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always Most often do so near the bottom run, use to laugh at nothing. By their own fear, or sloth. Seb. Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at. Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing to you; so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still. Ant. What a blow was there given: Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would cortinue in it five weeks without changing. Enter Ariel, invisible, playing solemn music. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Gon. No, I warrant you: I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy? Ant. Go sleep, and hear us. All sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find, Ley are inclined to do so. Seb. Please you, sir, Ant. We two, my lord, Will guard your person, while you take your rest, Pr'ythee, say on The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, Which throes thee much to yield. Ant. Thus, sir. Ant. Will you grant, with. He's gone. Claribel. me, Thank you: wondrous heavy. [Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel. Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Ant. It is the quality o' the climate. Seb. What stuff is this?-How say you? Seb. Why 'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis; Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I find not So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions Myself dispos'd to sleep. There is some space. Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. Ant. They fell together all, as by consent; A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Measure us back to Naples ?-Keep in Tunis, Worthy Sebastian?-O, what might?-No more:-And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death And yet methinks, I see it in thy face, That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee; and My strong imagination sees a crown What, art thou waking? I do; and, surely, Ant. Noble Sebastian, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die rather; wink'st (1) Plenty. You did supplant your brother Prospero. True And look, how well my garments sit upon me; Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kibe, If he were that which now he's like; whom I, Seb. Thy case, dear friend, Ant. Draw together: O, but one word. Music. Re-enter Ariel, invisible. Cal. 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, Enter Trinculo. Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that did before, I know not where to hide my head: ear.yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pail That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth, While you here do snoring lie, His time doth take: If of life you keep a care, Ant. Then let us both be sudden. Alon. And that a strange one too, which did awake me: fuls.-What have we here? a man or a fish? Enter Stephano, singing; a bottle in his hand. This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: The master, the swabber, the boastswain, and I, Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, (4) A black jack of leather, to hold beør, |