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Seb. Ha, ha, ha!
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, Ant. So, you've pay'd.
against Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, - | The stomach of my sense: 'would I had never Seb. Yet,
Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Adr. Yet
My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, Ant. He could not miss it.
Who is so far from Italy remov'd, Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and I ne'er again shall see her. Othou mine neir delicate temperance.
Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Sir, he may live; livered.
I saw him beat the surges under him, Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. | And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen. The surge most swoln that met him: his bold Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life.
head Ant. True; save means to live.
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Seb. Or that there's none, or little.
Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Gon. How lushand lusty the grass looks! how to the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd green!
As stooping to relieve him. I not doubt, Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.
He came alive to land. Seb. With an eyes of green in't.
No, no, he's
gone. Ant. He misses not much.
Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is, indeed, al- | That would not bless our Europe with your daughmost beyond credit)
ter, Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.
But rather lose her to an African; Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, than Alon.
Priythee, peace. stain'd with salt water.
Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd othAnt. If but one of his pockets could speak, would
erwise it not say, He lies?
By all of us; and the fair soul herself Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage your son, of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have Tunis.
More widows in them of this business' making, Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper Than we bring men to comfort them: the fault's well in our return.
Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with such a Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. paragon to their queen.
My lord Sebastian, Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.
The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, Ant. Widow? a pox o' that! how came that|And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, widow in? Widow Dido!
When you should bring the plaster. Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? Seb.
Very well. good lord, how you take it!
Ant. And most chirurgeonly. Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. When you are cloudy. Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
Foul weather? Adr. Carthage?
Very foul. Gon. I assure you, Carthage.
Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord, . Int. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed. Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Seb.
Or docks, or mallows. Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do? next?
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Sch. I think he will carry this island home in his Gon. I'the commonwealth I would by contraries pocket, and give it his son for an apple.
Execute all things: for no kind of traffic Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Would I admit; no name of magistrate; bring forth more islands.
Letters should not be known; no use of service, Gon. Ay?
Of riches or of poverty; no contracts, Ant. Why, in good time.
Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none: Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis, at the No occupation; all men idle, all; marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. And women too; but innocent and pure :
Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. No sovereignty
And yet he would be king on't. Ant. 0, widow Dido ; ay, widow Dido.
Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forGon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first gets the beginning. day I wore it?' I mean, in a sort.4
Gon. All things in common nature should produce Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.
Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, 5
(1) Temperature. (2) Rank. (3) Shade of colour.
(4) Degree or quality.
(5) The rack.
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Whiles thou art waking.
Thou dost snore distinctly; To feed my innocent people.
There's meaning in thy snores. Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects ?
Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves. Must be so too, is heed me; which to do,
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, Trebles thee o'er. To excel the golden age.
Well; I am standing water. Seb.
'Save his majesty! Ant. I'll teach you how to flow. Ant. Long live Gonzalo!
Do so : to ebb, Gon.
And, do you
mark me, sir?- Hereditary sloth instructs me. Alon. Pr'ythee, no more : Thou dost talk no- Ant.
O, thing 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. Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.
Pr'ythee, say on : Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am|| The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim nothing to you; so you may continue, and laugh at A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, nothing stiil.
Which throes thee much to yield. Ant. What a blow was there given :
Thus, sir: Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.
Although this lord of weak remembrance, this Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you (Who shall be of as little memory, would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would When he is earth’d,) hath here almost persuaded continue in it five weeks without changing. (For he's a spirit of persuasion only,)
The king, his son's alive; 'tis as impossible Enter Ariel, invisible, playing solemn music.
That he's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here swims. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Seb. I have no hope Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. That he's undrowu'd. Gon. No, I warrant you: I will not adventure Ant.
O, out of that no hope, my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is for 1 am very heavy ?
Another way so high a hope, that even Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, Au sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant. But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
me, Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts : 1 | That Ferdinand is drown'd? find,
Seb. They are inclined to do so.
Then, tell me, Seb.
Please you, sir,
Who's the next heir of Naples? Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
Claribel. It seldorn visits sorrow; when it doth,
Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells It is a comforter.
Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples Ant. We two, my lord,
Can have no note, unless the sun were post, Will guard your person, while you take your rest, ||(The man i’ the moon's too slow,) till new-born chins And watch your safety.
Be rough and razorable: she, from whom Alon.
Thank you : wondrous heavy. We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again;
[Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel. And, by that, destin'd to perform an act, Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.
In yours and my discharge. Seb.
Why Seb. What stuff is this?-How say you? Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I finu not 'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis; Myself dispos'd to sleep.
So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions Ant.
Nor I; my spirits are nimble. There is some space. They fell together all, as by consent;
A space whose every cubit They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, | Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel Worthy Sebastian?-0, what might?—No more :-|| Merisure us back to Naples?—Keep in Tunis, And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,
And let Sebastian wake !-Say, this were death Whai thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee;| That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no
and My strong imagination sees a crown
Than now they are: there be, that can rule NaDropping upon thy head.
What, art thou waking ? || As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate Ant. Do you not bear me speak?
As amply, and unnecessarily, Seb.
I do; and, surely,|| As this Gonzalo; I myself could make It is a sleepy language; and thou speak’st A chough2 of as deep chat. O, that you bore Out of thy sleep: what is it thou didst say? The mind that I do! what a sleep were this This is a strange repose, to be asleep
For your advancement! Do you understand me? With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moring, Seb. Methinks I do. And yet so fast asleep.
And how does your content Ant.
Noble Sebastian, Tender your own good fortune ? Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die rather; wink'st Seb.
(2) A bird of the jack-daw kind.
You did supplant your brother Prospero. |For my poor son.
True : Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts
(Aside. Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kibe, || So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. (Eteunt. 'Twould put me to my slipper ; but I feel not This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences, SCENE II.-Another part of the Island. En. That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candieð be they, ter Caliban, with a burden of wood. A noise And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, of thunder heard. No better than the earth he lies
Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up If he were that which now he's like; whom I, With this obedient steel, three inches of it,
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and nake
him Can lay to bed forever: whiles you, doing thus, By inch-ineal a disease! His spirits hear me, To the perpetual wink for ayel might put
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who
Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire, Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark, They'll take suggestion,2 as a cat laps milk;
Out of my way, unless he bid them; but They'll tell the clock to any business that
For every tritle are they set upon me: e say befits the hour.
Sometimes like apes, that moes and chatter at me, Seb.
Thy case, dear friend, And after, bite ine; then like hedge-hogs, which Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan, I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke | Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am I
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay’st; || All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues, And I the king shall love thee.
Do hiss me into madness :-Lo! now! lu! Ant.
Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, [They converse apart. For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat;
Perchance he will not mind me.
Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear of Ari. My master through his art foresees the lany weather at all, and another storm brewing; I danger
hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth, I would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it
yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbardt that (For else his project dies,) to keep them living.
did before, I know not where to hide my head : (Sings in Gonzalo's ear. I vond same cloud cannot choose but fall by prilWhile you here do snoring lie,
fuls.- What have we here? a man or a tish? Open-ey'd Conspiracy
Dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fisá; a His time doth take:
very ancient and fish-like smell ; a kind of, not ci If of life you keep a care,
the newest, Poor John. A strange fish! Were I Shake off slumber, and beware :
in England now (as once I was,) and had this fish Awake! awake!
painted, not a holiday-fool there but would give a Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
piece of silver: there would this monster make a Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king!
man; any strange beast there makes a man: when
they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar,
[They wake. Alon. Why, how now, , ho! awake! Why are you il like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my
they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd drawn?
troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no Wherefore this ghastly looking? Gon.
longer; this is no fish, but an islander, that lat!
What's the matter? Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, the storm is come again : my best way is to creep
lately suffered by a thunderbolt. (Thunder.) Alas! Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you?
under his gaberdine;5 there is no other shelier It struck inine ear most terribly.
hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange Alon.
bed-fellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of I heard nothing
the storm be past.
Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,
Here shall I die a-shore ;-
This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: And that a strange one too, which did awake me: Well, here's my comfort.
(Drinks I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, | The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, I saw their weapons drawn :-there was a noise,
The gunner, and his mate, That's verity: 'best stand upon our guard ; Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.
But none of us car'd for Kate: Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make fur- For she had a tongue with a tang, ther search
Would cry to a suilor, Go, hang :
(4) A black jack of leather, to hold beer (3) Make mouths.
5) The frock of a peasant.
She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch, || I escap'd upon a butt of sack, which the sailors Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch: || heardover-board, by this bottle! which I made of
Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was This is a scurvy tune ioo: but here's my comfort. cast a-shore.
[Drinks Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy Cal. Do not torment me: 0!
True subject; for the liquor is not earthly. Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap'dst. Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can Inde? 'Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning, to be swim like a duck, I'll be sworn. afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, Ste. Here, kiss the book : though thou canst swim As proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot like a duck, that art made like a goose. make him give ground: and it shall be said so again, Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this? while Stephano breathes at nostrils.
Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock Cal. The spirit torments me: 0!
by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four moon-call? how does thine ague? legs; who hath got, as I take it, an ague: where Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? the devil should he learn our language? I will give Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the him some relief, if it be but for that: if I can reco- man in the moon, when time was. ver him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trod | My mistress showed me thee, thy dog, and bush. on neat's-leather.
Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book : I will Cal. Do not torment me, pr’ythee;
furnish it anon with new contents : swear. I'll bring my wood home faster.
Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after |monster:- 1 afeard of him?-a very weak monster: the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have — The man i’ the moon ?-a most poor credulous never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove monster:-well drawn, monster, in good sooth. his fit: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, I Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o’the island; will not take too much for him: he shall pay for him and kiss thy foot: I pr’ythee, be my god. that hath bim, and that soundly.
Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt || monster; when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. Anon, I know it by thy trembling:
Cal. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy subNow Prosper works upon thee.
ject. Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; Ste. Come on then; down, and swear. here is that which will give language to you, cat; Trin. I shall laugh myselfto death at this puppy: open your mouth; this will shake your shaking, 1 headed monster: a most scurvy monster! I could can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell find in my heart to beat him, who's your friend: open your chaps again.
Ste. Come, kiss. Trin. I should know that voice: it should be- Trin. — but that the poor monster's in drink: an but he is drowned; and these are devils: 0! de- || abominable monster! fend me !
Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate
thee berries; monster! His forward voice now is to speak well I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul | A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bot- || I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, tle will recover him, I will help his ague: come, Thou wondrous man. Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth. Trin. A most ridiculous monster; to make a Trin. Stephano,
wonder of a poor
drunkard. Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy ! Cal. I pr’ythee, let me bring thee where crabs mercy! this is a devil, and no monster: I will leave
grow; him ; I have no long spoon.
And I, with my long nails, will dig thee pig-nuts ; Trin. Stephano!—if thou beest Stephano, touch | Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo;-be not|To snare the nimble marmozet ; I'll bring thee afeard, -thy good friend Trinculo.
To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull || Young sea-mells from the rock. Wilt thou go with thee by the lesser legs : if any be Trinculɔ's legs,
me? these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: Ste. I pr’ythee now, lead the way, without any how cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? || more talking.– Trinculo, the king and all our comCan he vent Trinculos ?
pany else being drowned, we will inherit here. Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunder- | Here ; bear my bottle: Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill stroke :-But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I him by and by again. hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm over-blown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's
Cal. Farewell master ; farewell, farewell. gaberdine, for fear of the storm : and art thou living,
(Sings drunkenly. Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd!
Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster. Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish; is not constant.
Nor fetch in firing Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites.
At requiring, That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor : Nor scrape irenchering, nor wash dish; I will kneel to him.
Bam, 'Ban, Ca-Calban, Ste. How didst thou 'scape? How cam'st thou
Has a new master-Get a new man. hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam’st hither. | Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom: freedcm,
hey-day, freedom! (1) India. (2) Stool. (3) Sea-gulls. Ste. O brave monster! lead the away. [Exeunt. More that I may call men, than you, good friend, ACT III.
And my dear father: how features are abroad,
am skill-less of ; but by my modesty SCENE I.–Before Prospero's cell. Enter Fer-|(The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish dinand, bearing a log.
Any companion in the world but you; Fer. There be some sports are painful ; but Nor can iinagination form a shape, their labour
Besides yourself, to like of: but I prattle Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness Something too wildly, and my father's precepts Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters
Therein forget. Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be
I am, in my condition, As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but
A prince, Miranda ; I do think, a king ; The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,|| (I would, not so !) and would no more endure And makes my labours pleasures : 0, she is
This wooden slavery, than I would suffer Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak;~
; And he's compos'd of harshness. I must remove
The very instant that I saw you, did Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
My heart fly to your service; there resides, Upon a sore injunction : my sweet mistress
To make me slave to it; and, for your sake, Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such | Am I this patient log-man. baseness
Do you love me? Had ne'er like executor. I forget:
Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my la
sound, bours ;
And crown what I profess with kind event, Most busy-less, when I do it.
If I speak true ; if hollowly, invert
What best is boded me, to mischief! I, Enter Miranda ; and Prospero at a distance. Beyond all limit of what else3 i' the world, Mira.
Alas, now! pray you,
Do love, prize, honour you. Work not so hard : I would, the lightning had
I am a fool, Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile : To weep at what I am glad of.
Fair encounter Pray set it down, and rest you: when this burns, 'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
Of two most rare affections ! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between them! Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself:
Wherefore weep you? He's safe for these three hours. Fer. O most dear mistress,
Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer The sun will set, before I shall discharge
What I desire to give; and much less take, What I must strive to do.
What I shall die to want: But this is tritling; Mira. If you'll sit down,
And all the more it seeks to hide itself, I'll bear your logs the while: pray give me that;
The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning! I'll carry it to the pile.
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 Than you should such dishonour undergo,
You may deny me; but I'll be your servant, While I sit lazy by.
Whether you will or no.
My mistress, dearest,
And I thus humble ever. As well as it does you : and I should do it
My husband then ? With much more ease; for my good will is to it, And yours against.
Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing Pro.
Poor worm! thou art infected ;|| As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. This visitation shows it.
Mira. And mine, with my heart in't: And now Mira.
farewell, You look wearily. Fer. No, noble mistress ; 'tis fresh morning with Till half an hour hence.
A thousand! thousand !
(Exeunt Fer. and Mir. When you are by at night. I do beseech you (Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,)
Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, What is your name?
Who are surpris'd with all; but my rejoicing Mira. Miranda - my father,
At nothing can be more. I'll to my book : I have broke your best to say so!
For yet, ere supper time, must I perform Fer.
(Exit. Admir’d Miranda : Much business appertaining. Indeed, the top of admiration ; worth What's dearest to the world. Full many a lady SCENE II. - Another part of the Island. Enter I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time Stephano and Trinculo; Caliban following with The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage a bottle. Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues Have I lik'd several women; never any
Ste. Tell not me ;-when the butt is out, we will With so full soul, but some defect in her drink water; not a drop before : therefore bear up, Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd,2
and board 'em : Servant-monster, drink to me. And put it to the foil: but you, O you,
Trin. Servant-monster? the folly of this island! So perfect, and so peerless, are created They say, there's but five upon this isle: we are Of every creature's best.
three of them; if the other two be brained like us, Mira. I do not know
the state totters. One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee : Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen thy eyes are almost set in thy head.
Trin. Where should they be set else? he were (1) Command. (2) Own'd. (3) Whatsoever. a brare monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.