I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have The fault's your own. Alon. So is the dear'st o' the loss. Gon. 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. Very well. 140 Ant. And most chirurgeonly. Seb. Foul weather? Ant. duce Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, 160 Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Of it own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people. 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. 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. Seb. God save his majesty! Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! Gon. And, do you mark me, sir? Alon. Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me. 171 Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that they always use to laugh at nothing. Ant. 'Twas you we laughed at. Gon. Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you: so you may continue and laugh at nothing still. 180 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. Go sleep, and hear us. 190 [All sleep except Alon., Seb., and Ant. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find They are inclined to do so. Please you, sir, Do not omit the heavy offer of it: Ant. We two, my lord, Will guard your person while you take your rest, And watch your safety. Alon. Thank you. Wondrous heavy. [Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel. Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Ant. It is the quality o' the climate. Seb. Why 200 Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not Myself disposed to sleep. Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Worthy Sebastian? O, what might?-No more :- Hereditary sloth instructs me. Ant. O, If you but knew how you the purpose cherish Seb. 230 Who shall be of as little memory Seb. I have no hope That he's undrown'd. O, out of that "no hope' Seb. He's gone. Ant. Who's the next heir of Naples? Seb. Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells Then, tell me, Claribel. Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples is 241 Can have no note, unless the sun were postThe man i' the moon's too slow-till new-born chins Be rough and razorable; she that-from whom? We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again, 251 And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge. Seb. What stuff is this! how say you? Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis; So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions There is some space. Ant. A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out, 'How shall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis, And let Sebastian wake.' Say, this were death That now hath seized them; why, they were no 261 Than now they are. There be that can rule Naples As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate As amply and unnecessarily worse As this Gonzalo; I myself could make And how does your content your own good fortune? True: And look how well my garments sit upon me; Much feater than before: my brother's servants Were then my fellows; now they are my men. Seb. But, for your conscience? Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if 'twere a kibe, Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences, That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they And melt ere they molest! Here lies your brother, No better than the earth he lies upon, 281 If he were that which now he's like, that's dead; Ant. Then let us both be sudden. Gon. Now, good angels Preserve the king. [They wake. Alon. Why, how now? ho, awake! Why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking? Gon. What's the matter? Seb. 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. Alon. I heard nothing. Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear, To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions. Alon. And that a strange one too, which did awake me: For my poor son. Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! For he is, sure, i' the island. Alon. Lead away, Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done: So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Another part of the island. Enter CALIBAN with a burden of wood. A noise of thunder heard. 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 And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i' the mire, Enter TRINCULO. Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, cat: open your mouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend: open your chaps again. 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, 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 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 Trin. I should know that voice: it should be England now, as once I was, and had but this fish-but he is drowned; and these are devils: O 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. Legged like a man I 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 bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past. Enter STEPHANO, singing: a bottle in his hand. my comfort. This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's Loved Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery, 50 But none of us cared for Kate; cannot make him give ground; and it shall be said so again while Stephano breathes at nostrils. Cal. The spirit torments me; Oh! Ste. 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. Cal. Do not torment me, prithee; I'll bring my wood home faster. Ste. He's in his fit now and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit. If I can recover him and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him; he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly. Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee. defend me! Ste. Four legs and two voices: a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague. Come. Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth. Trin. Stephano! 100 Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no long spoon. Trin. Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me and speak to me; for I am Trinculobe not afeard thy good friend Trinculo. Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth: I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How camest thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculos? Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunderstroke. But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf'sgaberStephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped! dine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Ste. Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant. 121 Cal. [Aside] These be fine things, an if they Ste. How didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither? swear by this bottle how thou camest hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack which the sailors heaved o'erboard, by this bottle which I made of the bark of a tree with mine own hands since I was cast ashore. Cal. I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not earthly. Ste. Here; swear then how thou escapedst. Ste. Come on then; down, and swear. Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him,— 160 Ste. Come, kiss. Trin. But that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster! Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries; I'll fish for thee and get thee wood enough. Trin. A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard! 170 Cal. I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; Ste. I prithee now, lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here: here; bear my bottle: fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. Cal. [Sings drunkenly] Farewell, master; farewell, farewell! Nor fetch in firing Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish: Has a new master: get a new man. 191 ACT III. SCENE I. Before PROSPERO's cell. Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness Pros. Poor worm, thou art infected! This visitation shows it. Mir. You look wearily. Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me you When you are by at night. I do beseech Mir. Miranda.-O my father, I have broke your hest to say so! Fer. Admired Miranda! Indeed the top of admiration! worth What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard and many a time 40 The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues Have I liked several women; never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed And put it to the foil: but you, O you, So perfect and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best! Mir. I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Fer. I am in my condition I would, not so !—and would no more endure The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak: I am a fool Ste. My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in sack for my part, the sea cannot drown me; I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five and thirty leagues off and on. By this light, thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard. Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard. 60 20 The very instant that I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides, Mir. Do you love me? Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound And crown what I profess with kind event Mir. 70 To weep at what I am glad of. Pros. Fair encounter Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between 'em! Fer. 80 Wherefore weep you? Mir. At mine unworthiness that dare not offer What I desire to give, and much less take What I shall die to want. But this is trifling; And all the more it seeks to hide itself, The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning! And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! I am your wife, if you will marry me; If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow You may deny me; but I'll be your servant, Whether you will or no. Fer. My mistress, dearest; And I thus humble ever. Mir. My husband, then? Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. Mir. And mine, with my heart in't: and now farewell Till half an hour hence. Fer. 90 A thousand thousand! [Exeunt Fer. and Mir. severally. Pros. So glad of this as they I cannot be, Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book, For yet ere supper-time must I perform Much business appertaining. Trin. 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. Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyes are almost set in thy head. 10 Trin. Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail. [Exit. SCENE II. Another part of the island. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO. Ste. 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. Ste. We'll not run, Monsieur Monster. Trin. Nor go neither; but you'll lie like dogs and yet say nothing neither. Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf. Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe. I'll not serve him; he is not valiant. I Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster: am in case to justle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish, thou, was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster? Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord? That a monster Trin. 'Lord' quoth he! should be such a natural! Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I prithee. Ste. 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. Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee? |
