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Thou strok’dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st | Weeping again the king my father's wreck, give me

This music crept by me upon the waters, Water with berries in 't; and teach me how

Allaying both their fury, and my passion, To name the bigger light, and how the less,

With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, Or it hath drawn me rather :-but 'tis gone. And show'd thee all the qualities o'th' isle,

No, it begins again.
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile.

ARIEL sings.
Cursed be I that did so !
-All the charms

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you;

Of his bones are coral made; For I am all the subjects that you have,

Those are pearls that were his eyes : Which first was mine own king : and here you sty me,

Nothing of him that doth fade, In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me

But doth suffer a sea-change
The rest o' th' island.

Into something rich and strange.
Thou most lying slave,

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Whom stripes may move, not kindness, I have ús'd thee,

Burden: ding-dong. Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father.The honour of my child.

This is no mortal business, nor no sound Cal. O ho! O ho!_would it had been done!

That the earth owes: I hear it now above me. Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else

[Music above. 4 This isle with Calibans.

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance Pro. Abhorred slave,

And say, what thou seest yond'. Which any print of goodness will not take,


What is't? a spirit ? Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,

Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour It carries a brave form :--but 'tis a spirit. One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Pro. No, wench : it eats, and sleeps, and hath such Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes

As we have; such. This gallant, which thou seest, , With words that made them known: but thy vile race, Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call him Could not abide to be with: therefore wast thou A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows, Deservedly confin'd into this rock,

And strays about to find 'em. Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.


I might call him
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't A thing divine, for nothing natural
Is, I know how to curse.
The red plague rid you,

I ever saw so noble.
For learning me your language !

It goes on, I see,

[ Aside. Hag-seed, hence! As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Fetch us in fuel ; and be quick, thou’rt best,

Within two days for this. To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice ? Fer.

Most sure, the goddess [Seeing her.5 If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly

On whom these airs attend ! -Vouchsafe, my prayer What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; May know if you remain upon this island, [Kneels. Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar, And that you will some good instruction give, That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

How I may bear me here : my prime request,

No, pray thee! Which I do last pronounce, is, Ö you wonder!
I must obey; his art is of such power, [Aside. If you be maid, or no ?
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,


No wonder, sir;
And make a vassal of him.

But, certainly a maid.
So, slave; hence! [Exit CALIBAN. Fer.

My language! heavens !Rises."
Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing ; FERDI- I am the best of them that speak this speech,
NAND following:

Were I but where 'tis spoken.
ARIEL's Song.


How ! the best?
Come unto these yellow sands,

What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee ?
And then take hands :

Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders purt’sied when you have, and kiss'd

To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me,
The wild waves whist,

And that he does I weep; myself am Naples ;
Foot it featly here and there ;2

Who with nine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

The king, my father, wreck’d.
Hark, hark!


Alack, for mercy! Burden. Bow, wow.

[Dispersedly. Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan, The watch dogs bark :

And his brave son, being twain.
Burden. Bow, wow.


The duke of Milan, Hark, hark ! I hear

And his more braver daughter, could control thee, The strain of strutting chanticlere

If now 'twere fit to do?t.-[Aside.] At the first sight Cry, cock-a-doodle-doo.

[earth ?- They have chang'd eyes :-delicate Ariel, Fer. Where should this music be? i' th' air, or th' I'll set thee free for this !--[To him.] A word, good sir; It sounds no more;—and sure, it waits upon

I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Some god o' th' island. Sitting on a bank,

Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This


1 f. e. have “him.” 2 The old copies read: " Foot it featly here and there, and sweet sprites bear the burden." The MS. annotator of the folio of 1632, anticipated later critics in altering the passage as it stands in the text. 3 Owns. 4 Not in f. e. 5 Not in f. e. 6 Not in f. e. 7 Not in f. e.

Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first


Beseech you, father! That e'er I sigh’d for. Pity move my father

Pro. Hence! hang not on my garments. To be inclin'd my way!


Sir, have pity: Fer. O ! if a virgin,

I'll be his surety. And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you


Silence ! one word more The queen of Naples.

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Pro.

Soft, sir: one word more... An advocate for an impostor ? hush! [Aside.] They are both in either's powers : but this Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he, swift business

Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench! I must uneasy make, lest too light winning

To the most of men this is a Caliban, Make the prize light.-[To him.] One word more: I And they to him are angels. charge thee,


My affections
That thou attend me. Thou dost here usurp

Are then most humble: I have no ambition
The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself To see a goodlier man.
Upon this island as a spy, to win it


Come on; obey: [TO FERD. From me, the lord on’t.

Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
No, as I am a man.

And have no vigour in them.
Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: Fer.

So they are : If the ill spirit have so fair a house,

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, Pro. Follow me.

[T. FERD. The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats, Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come. To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, I'll manacle thy neck and feet together;

Might I but through my prison once a day Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be

Behold this maid : all corners else oth earth The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks Let liberty make use of; space enough Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

Have I in such a prison.


It works.- Come on.I will resist such entertainment, till

Thou hast done well, fine Ariel !— Follow me.-, Mine enemy has more power.

[To FERD. and MIR. [He draws, and is charmed from moving. Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [TO ARIEL. Mira.

0, dear father!

Be of comfort. Make not too rash a trial of him, for

My father's of a better nature, sir, He's gentle, and not fearful.

Than he appears by speech : this is unwonted, Pro.

What! I say:

Which now came from him. My foot my tutor ?—Put thy sword up, traitor;


Thou shalt be as free Who mak’st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy conscience As mountain winds: but then, exactly do Is so possess'd with guilt: Come from thy ward, All points of my command. For I can here disarm thee with this stick,


To the syllable. And make thy weapon drop.

Pro. Come, follow.-Speak not for him. [Esceunt.


SCENE I.-Another part of the Island.

Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO,

should. ADRIAN, FRANCISCO and Others.

Gon. Therefore, my lord, Gon. Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue ! (So have we all) of joy, for our escape

Alon. I pr’ythee, spare. Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe

Gon. Well, I have done. But yet Is common: every day, some sailor's wife,

Seb. He will be talking. The master of some merchant, and the merchant, Ant. Which, or he or Adrian, for a good wager, Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle, first begins to crow? I mean our preservation, few-in millions

Seb. The old cock. Can speak like us: then, wisely, good sir, weigh

Ant. The cockrel. Our sorrow with our comfort.

Seb. Done. The wager ? Alon.

Prythee, peace

Ant. A laughter. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.

Seb. A match. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.

Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,– Seb. Look; he's winding up the watch of his wit: Seb. Ha, ha, ha! by and by it will strike.

Ant. So, you're paid. Gon. Sir,

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, Seb. One :-tell,

Seb. YetGon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd, Adr. YetComes to the entertainer

Ant. He could not miss it. Seb. A dollar.

Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have spoken temperance. truer than you purposed.

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

1 masters : in f. e.

2 of them : in f. e.

Knight's edition reads, “ of them.”

Seb. Ay, and a subtle, as he most learnedly delivered. Fran.

Sir, he may live.
Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. I saw him beat the surges under him,
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.

And ride upon their backs: he trod the water,
Ant. Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. The surge most swoln that met him: his bold head Ant. True; save means to live.

'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Gon. How lush' and lusty the grass looks ! how green! To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

As stooping to relieve him. I not doubt, Seb. With an eye of green in 't.

He came alive to land. Ant. He misses not much.


No, no; he's gone. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss

Gon. But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, beyond credit

But rather lose her to an African; Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, Who hath cause to wet the grief on’t. drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their fresh- Alon.

Prythee, peace. ness, and glosses; being rather new dyed, than stain'd Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherwise with salt water.

By all of us; and the fair soul herself Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it Weigh'd between lothness and obedience, as: not say, he lies ?

Which end o the beam should4 bow. We have lost Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.

your son, Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of More widows in them, of this business' making, the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis. Than we bring men to comfort them: the fault's

Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well Your own. in our return.

Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a Gon.

My lord Sebastian, paragon to their queen.

The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.

And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, Ant. Widow ? a pox o’that! How came that widow When you should bring the plaster. in ? Widow Dido!


Very well. Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? good Ant. And most chirurgeonly. lord, how you take it!

Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, Adr. Widow Dido, said you ! you make me study of When you are cloudy. that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.


Foul weather ? Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.


Very foul. Adr. Carthage ?

Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,- Gon. I assure you, Carthage.

Ant. He'd sow 't with neddle-seed. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Seb.

Or docks, or mallows. Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.

Gon. And were the king on't, what would I do? Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy next? Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.

Seb. 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, bring Would I admit;5 no name of magistrate; forth more islands.

Letters should not be known; riches, poverty, Gon. Ay?

And use of service, none; contract, succession, Ant. Why, in good time.

Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil: now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the mar- No occupation, all men idle, all; riage 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 : Seb. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.

Seb. Yet he would be king on't. Ant. O! widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.

Ant. The latter end of this commonwealth forgets Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day the beginning. I wore it? I mean, in a sort.

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,

Alon. You cram these words into mine cars, against Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,
The stomach of my sense.

Would I had never Of its own kind, all foisson, all abundance,
Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, To feed my innocent people.
My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,

Seb. No marrying ’mong his subjects ?
Who is so far from Italy remov'd,

Ant. None, man; all idle; whores, and knaves, I ne'er again shall see her. O thou, mine heir

Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, Of Naples and of Milan! what strange fish

To excel the golden age. Hath made his meal on thee?

'Save his majesty!

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He's gone.


Ant. Long live Gonzalo!


And, do you mark me, sir ?- If you but knew,

you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, Alon. Prythee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to Whiles thus you mock it ! how, in stripping it,

You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to Most often do so near the bottom run minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such By their own fear, or sloth. sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use to Seb.

Pr’ythee, say on. laugh at nothing.

The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.

A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing which throes thee much to yield. to you : so you may continue, and laugh at nothing Ant.

Thus, sir, still.

Although this lord of weak remembrance, this Ant. What a blow was there given !

(Who shall be of as little memory, Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.

When he is earth’d) hath here almost persuaded
Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle : you would (For he's a spirit of persuasion, only
lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue Professes to persuade) the king, his son's alive,
in it five weeks without changing.

'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd,
Enter ARIEL above, invisible, playing solemn music. 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 undrown'd.
Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my

0! out of that no hope, discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is I am very heavy ?

Another way so high a hope, that even Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.

Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, [All sleep but ALON. SEB. and Ant. But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with me, Alon. What! all so soon asleep? I wish mine eyes That Ferdinand is drown'd ? Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts : I 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 seldom 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 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, for whom Alon. Thank you. Wondrous heavy.-[ALON.sleeps. We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again; Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! And by that destiny to perform an act Ant. It is the quality of the climate.

Whereof what's past is prologue, what's* to come, Seb.


In yours and my discharge. Doth it not, then, our eye-lids sink? I find not


What stuff is this !-How say you? Myself disposed to sleep.

'Tis true, my brother's daughter 's queen of Tunis; Ant.

Nor I: my spirits are nimble. So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions They fell together all, as by consent;

There is some space. They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Ant.

A space whose every cubit Worthy Sebastian ?-O! what might ?-No more :- Seems to cry out, “How shall that Claribel And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,

Measure us back to Naples ?»—Keep in Tunis, What thou should'st be. Th’occasion speaks thee, and And let Sebastian wake !

—Say, this were death My strong imagination sees a crown

That now hath seized them ; why, they were no worse Dropping upon thy head.

Than now they are. There be, that can rule Naples Seb.

What! art thou waking ? As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate Ant. Do you not hear me speak ?

As amply, and unnecessarily, Seb.

I do; and, surely, As this Gonzalo; I myself could make i It It is a sleepy language, and thou speak'st

A chough 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, moving, 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.

I remember,
Whiles thou art waking.

You did supplant your brother Prospero.
Thou dost snore distinctly: Ant.

True :
There's meaning in thy snores.

And look how well my garments sit upon me; Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you Much feater than before. My brother's servants Vust be so too, if heed me; which to do,

Were then my fellows, now they are my men.
Trebles thee o’er.

Seb. But, for your conscience-
Well; I am standing water.

Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe, Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.

'Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not Seb.

Do so: to ebb This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences, [ereditary sloth instructs me.

That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they, 2 Exit ARIEL : in f. e.


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And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, And yet I needs must curse; but they'll not* pinch, No better than the earth he lies upon,

Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire, If he were that which now he's like, that's dead, Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it, Out of my way, unless he bid''em; but Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you, doing thus, For every trifle are they set upon me : To the perpetual wink for aye might put

Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me, This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who

And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which Should not upbraid our course : for all the rest, Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;

Their pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am I They'll tell the clock to any business that

All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues We say befits the hour.

Do hiss me into madness -Lo, now! lo!
Thy case, dear friend,

Shall be my precedent: as thou got’st Milan,

Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword : one stroke For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat;
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st, Perchance, he will not mind me.
And I, the king, shall love thee.

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any Ant.

Draw together; weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it And when I rear my hand, do you the like,

sing i’ the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge To fall it on Gonzalo.

one, looks like a foul bombards that would shed his Seb.

O! but one word. ,[They converse apart. liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know Music. ARIEL descends invisible.1

not where to hide my head: yond' same cloud cannot Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger choose but fall by pailfuls.--What have we here? That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth [Seeing Caliban.] a man or a fish? Dead or alive? (For else his project dies) to keep them living. A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish

[Sings in GONZALO's ear. like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-Jolin. While you here do snoring lie

A strange fish! Were I in England now, (as once I Open-eyed conspiracy

was) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday His time doth take.

fool there but would give a piece of silver : there life you keep

would this monster make a man: any strange beast Shake off slumber, and beware :

there makes a man. When they will not give a doit Awake! Awake!

to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see Ant. Then, let us both be sudden.

a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king ! arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose my

[They wake. opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunder-bolt. drawn?

[Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again: my best Wherefore thus' ghastly looking ?

way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other Gon.

What's the matter ? shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the drench' of the Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing, storm be past. Like bulls, or rather lions : did it not wake you?

Enter STEPHANO, singing ; a bottle in his hand, It struck mine ear most terribly.

Ste. I shall no more to sea, to scal,
I heard nothing

Here shall I die a-shore.
Ant. O! 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear, This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral.
To make an earthquake: sure, it was the roar Well, here's my comfort.

[Drinks. Of a whole herd of lions.

The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,
Heard you this, Gonzalo?

The gunner, and his mate,
Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
And that a strange one too, which did awake me.

But none of us card for Kate;
I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd: as mine eyes open’d,

For she had a tongue with a tang, I saw their weapons drawn.—There was a noise,

Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang : That's verity:3 'tis best we stand upon our guard,

She lov'd not the savour of tar, nor of pitch, Or that we quit this place. Let's draw our weapons. Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er she did itch; Alon. Lead off this ground, and let's make farther Then, to sea, boys, and let her go hang. search

This is a scurvy tune too; but here's my comfort. [Drinks. For my poor son.

Cal. Do not torment me: O! Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts,

Ste. What's the matter ? Have we devils here? For he is, sure, i' the island.

Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Alon.

Lead away. [Exeunt. Inde? Ha! I have not ’scap'd drowning, to be afeard Ari. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have done: now of your four legs; for it hath been said, as proper So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.

[Exit. a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him give SCENE II.-Another part of the Island.

ground, and it shall be said so again, while Stephano

breathes at nostrils.
Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood.

Cal. The spirit torments me: 0!
A noise of thunder heard.

Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs, Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up who hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him should he learn our language? I will give him some By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, relief, if it be but for that: if I can recover him, and keep


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1 Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible : in f.e. 2 this : inf. e. 3 Collier's ed., 1844, reads, " verily”.most of the other editions," verity," as in the text. 4 nor: in f. e. 5 The name of a large vessel to contain drink, as well as of a piece of artillery. 6Notin f.e. dregs : in f. e.

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