10 Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs, Pro. Ari. Safely in harbour I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet, Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Pro. Ariel, thy charge Ari. Must by us both be spent most preciously. Ari. 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. Pro. How now? moody? My liberty. thee Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Ari. I pray Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst pro mise I do not, sir. Ari. The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age, and envy, Thou hast: where was she born? 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 banished; for one thing she did, They would not take her life. Is not this true? Ari. Ay, sir. Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant: And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate (1) Bermudas. To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands, groans, As fast as mill-wheels strike: then was this island Ari. Yes; Caliban, her son. Ari. I (2) Wave. (3) Algiers.[ Pardon, master: will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently. Pro. I will discharge thee. Do so; and after two days Ari. That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what: what shall I do? Pro. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea; Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, And hither come in't: hence, with diligence. [Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake! Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me. Pro. We'll visit Caliban, my Yields us kind answer. Mira. Shake it off; come on; slave, who never "Tis a villain, sir, But, as 'tis, I do not love to look on. Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph. Hark in thine ear. Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Enter Caliban. Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath As we have, such: this gallant which thou seest A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, And strays about to find them. Mira. I might call him Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. Cal. No, 'pray thee! [Aside. I must obey: his art is of such power, Pro. [Exit Caliban. Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing; ARIEL'S SONG. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Pro. It goes on, [Aside. Fer. Mira. But, certainly a maid. 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) Destrov. (3) Still, silent. (4) Owns. Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders Mira. Pro. Come on; obey: Thy nerves are in their infancy again, So they are: My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, Milan And his brave son, being twain. [Aside. They have chang'd eyes :-Delicate Ariel, Fer. The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, Pro. It works:-Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-Follow me.- Hark, what thou else shalt do me. 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. Ari. To the syllable. They are both in either's powers: but this swift Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt. business And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [Aside. thee, That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp From me, the lord on't." No, as I am a man. Fer. a If the ill spirit have so fair a house, No; [He draws. What, I say, conscience Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward;3 Mira. Beseech you, father! I'll be his surety. Sir, have pity; Pro. Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes as he, And they to him are angels. Mira. My affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition ACT II. SCENE I.-Another part of the island. Enter Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Alon. Seb. The old cock. Ant. The cockrel. Seb. Done: the wager? Ant. A laughter. Seb. A match. Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, against Seb. Ha, ha, ha! 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, My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, Who is so far from Italy remov'd, Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish Hath made his meal on thee! delicate temperance.1 Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Seb. Of that there's none, or little. Fran. Sir, he may live; I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted The surge most swoln that met him: his bolu head '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, He came alive to land. 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, renched 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. Ay, 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 marrage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis, at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Ant. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. My lord Sebastian, The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, When you should bring the plaster. Seb. Ant. And most chirurgeonly. Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, When you are cloudy. Seb. Very well. Foul weather? Ant. Very foul. Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord,Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed. Seb. Or docks, or mallows. Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do? Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things: for no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known; no use of service, Of riches or of poverty; no contracts, Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none: No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil: No occupation; all men idle, all; And women too; but innocent and pure: No sovereignty:Seb. And yet he would be king on't. Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth for Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first gets the beginning. day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.4 Ant. That sort was well fish'd for. Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? (1) Temperature. (2) Rank. (3) 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. 5 Seb. Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Whiles thou art waking. Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects? Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves. Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, To excel the golden age. Seb. 'Save his majesty! Ant. Long live Gonzalo! Thou dost snore distinctly; Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you Seb. Well; I am standing water. 0, Do so: to ebb, And, do you mark me, sir?-Hereditary sloth instructs me. Ant. 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 continue 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. 7. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes aid, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find, They are inclined to do so. Seb. Please you, sir, We two, my lord, Ant. My strong imagination sees a crown Seb. What, art thou waking? Noble Sebastian, Ant. Pr'ythec, 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. O, out of that no hope, me, Will you grant, with He's gone. Then, tell me, Claribel. Who's the next heir of Naples? Seb. Ant. (1) Plenty, (2) A bird of the jack-daw kind. |