From me he got it. If thy greatness will Revenge it on him,-for I know thou darest, But this thing dare not, Ste. That's most certain. Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it and I'll serve thee. Ste. How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party? Cal. Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep, Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head. Ari. Thou liest; thou canst not. [patch! Cal. What a pied ninny's this! Thou scurvy I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows And take his bottle from him: when that 's gone He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not show Where the quick freshes are. [him Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out o' doors and make a stock-fish of thee. Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing. I'll go farther off. Ste. Didst thou not say he lied? Ste. Do I so? take thou that. [Beats Trin.] you like this, give me the lie another time. As Trin. I did not give the lie. Out o' your wits and hearing too? A pox o' your bottle! this can sack and drinking do. A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers! Cal. Ha, ha, ha! [farther off. Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Prithee, stand Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time I'll beat him too. Ste. Stand farther. Come, proceed. One spirit to command: they all do hate him Is it so brave a lass? Ste. Give me thy hand: I am sorry I beat thee; but, while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head. Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep: Ay, on mine honour. Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason. And scout 'em and flout 'em; Cal. That's not the tune. [Sings. Cal. Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, [not. Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices That, if I then had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked, I cried to dream again. Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing. Cal. When Prospero is destroyed. [story. Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the Trin. The sound is going away; let 's follow it, and after do our work. Ste. Lead, monster; we 'll follow. I would I could see this taborer; he lays it on. Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano. [Exeunt. SCENE III. — Another part of the island. Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose Seb. [Aside to Ant.] The next advantage Will we take throughly. Ant. [Aside to Seb.] Let it be to-night; [Aside to Ant.] I say, to-night: no more. [Solemn and strange music. Alon. What harmony is this? My good friends, Gon. Marvellous sweet music! [hark! Enter several Enter Prospero above, invisible. strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet; they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and, inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart. Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these? Seb. A living drollery. Now I will believe That there are unicorns, that in Arabia There is one tree, the phoenix' throne, one phoenix At this hour reigning there. Ant. I'll believe both; And what does else want credit, come to me, And I'll be sworn 't is true: travellers ne'er did lie, Though fools at home condemn 'em. If in Naples Gon. I should report this now, would they believe me? If I should say, I saw such islanders [Ariel plays the tune on a tabor and pipe. For, certes, these are people of the islandSte. What is this same? Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note, Pros. [Aside] Praise in departing. Fran. They vanish'd strangely. Seb. No matter, since They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs. Will 't please you taste of what is here? Not I. Gon. Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys, Who would believe that there were mountaineers Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men Alon. Thunder and lightning. Enter Ariel, like a harpy; claps his wings upon the table; and, with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes. Ari. 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 caused 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 Their proper selves. [drown [Alon., Seb., &c. 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- He vanishes in thunder; then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance, with mocks and mows, and carrying out the table. Pros. 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 And these mine enemies are all knit up [work In their distractions; they now are in my power; And in these fits I leave them, while I visit Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown'd, And his and mine loved darling. [Exit above. Gon. I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand In this strange stare? [you ACT SCENE I.- Before Prospero's cell. Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda. Pros. If I have too austerely punish'd you, Your compensation makes amends, for I Have given you here a thrid of mine own life, Or that for which I live; who once again I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven, I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand, Do not smile at me that I boast her off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise And make it halt behind her. Fer. Against an oracle. I do believe it Pros. Then, as my gift and thine own acquisition Worthily purchased, take my daughter: but IV. If thou dost break her virgin-knot before For quiet days, fair issue and long life, The edge of that day's celebration When I shall think, or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd, Fairly spoke. Pros. Ay, with a twink. Presently? Ari. Before you can say 'come' and 'go,' Pros. Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approach Till thou dost hear me call. Ari. Well, I conceive. [Exit. Pros. Look thou be true; do not give dalliance Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious, Or else, good-night your vow! Fer. I warrant you, sir; The white cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates the ardour of my liver. Well. Pros. Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary, Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly! No tongue! all eyes! be silent. [Soft music. Enter Iris. Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich.leas Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats and pease; Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep, And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep; Thy banks with pioned and twilled brims, Which spongy April at thy hest betrims, [groves, To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broomWhose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard; And thy sea-marge, sterile and rocky-hard, Where thou thyself dost air;-the queen o' the sky, Whose watery arch and messenger am I, Bids thee leave these, and with her sovereign grace, Here on this grass-plot, in this very place, To come and sport: her peacocks fly amain: Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain. Juno. How does my bounteous sister? Go with me Juno. Honour, riches, marriage-blessing, Cer. Earth's increase, foison plenty, Vines with clustering bunches growing, Scarcity and want shall shun you; Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and Spirits, which by mine art Fer. Let me live here ever; [Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Pros. Juno and Ceres whisper seriously; There's something else to do: hush, and be mute, Or else our spell is marr'd. [brooks, Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring With your sedged 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 sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary, 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. Pros. [Aside] I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban and his confederates Against my life: the minute of their plot [no more! Is almost come. [To the Spirits.] Well done! avoid; Fer. This is strange: your father's in some passion That works him strongly. Mir. Never till this day Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd. Pros. You do look, my son, in a moved 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 |