On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer
May know if you remain upon this island;
And that you will some good instruction give
How I may bear me here: my prime request,
Which I do last pronounce, is, Ô you wonder!
If you be maid or no?
Mir.

But certainly a maid.

Fer.

No wonder, sir;

I am the best of them that speak this speech,
My language! heavens!
Were I but where 'tis spoken.
Pros.
What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
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Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me ;
And that he does I weep: myself am Naples,
Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld
The king my father wreck'd.
Mir.
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of
Alack, for mercy!
Milan

And his brave son being twain.
Pros.

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And his more braver daughter could control thee,
[Aside] The Duke of Milan
If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight
They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel,
I'll set thee free for this. [To Fer.] A word, good
sir;

I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
Mir. Why speaks my father so ungently? This
Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first
That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father
To be inclined my way!
Fer.
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
O, if a virgin,
The queen of Naples.
Pros.
[Aside] They are both in either's powers; but
Soft, sir! one word more.
this swift business

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I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light. [To Fer.] One word more;
I charge thee

That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself
Upon this island as a spy, to win it

From me, the lord on't.

Fer.

Mir. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a
No, as I am a man.
temple:

If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with't.
Pros.

Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.

Come;
Follow me.

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I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots and
Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
husks

Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

Fer.

No;

I will resist such entertainment till
Mine enemy has more power.
[Draws, and is charmed from moving.
O dear father,

Mir.

Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle and not fearful.

Pros.

What? I say,

My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;
Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy

conscience

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Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward,
For I can here disarm thee with this stick
And make thy weapon drop.

Mir.
Pros.
Mir.

Hence! hang not on my garments.
Beseech you, father.
Sir, have pity;

I'll be his surety.

Pros.
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
Silence! one word more
An advocate for an impostor! hush!

To the most of men this is a Caliban
Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!
Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
And they to him are angels.

Mir.
Are then most humble; I have no ambition
My affections
To see a goodlier man.

And have no vigour in them.
Pros.
Thy nerves are in their infancy again
Come on; obey:

Gon. Sir,

Seb. One: tell.

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

Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to their queen.

Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.

Ant. Widow! a pox o' that! How came that widow in? widow Dido!

Seb. What if he had said 'widower Æneas' too? Good Lord, how you take it!

Adr. 'Widow Dido' said you? you make me

Gen. When every grief is entertain'd that's study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. offer'd,

Comes to the entertainer

Seb. A dollar.

Gen. Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have spoken truer than you purposed.

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Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.

Gon. Therefore, my lord,

Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
Adr. Carthage?

Gon. I assure you, Carthage.

Seb.

His word is more than the miraculous harp; he hath raised the wall and houses too. Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy next?

Seb. I think he will carry this island home in

Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his his pocket and give it his son for an apple.

tongue!

Alon. I prithee, spare.

Gon. Well, I have done: but yet,

Seb. He will be talking.

Ant. Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager,

first begins to crow?

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Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands.

Gon. Ay.

Ant. Why, in good time.

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. Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the

first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.

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Ant. That sort was well fished for.
Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's mar-
riage?

Alon. You cram these words into mine ears
against
The stomach of my sense. Would I had never
Married my daughter there! for, coming thence,
My son is lost and, in my rate, she too,
Who is so far from Italy removed

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?

Fran.

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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 bold
head

'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke
To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd,
As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt
He came alive to land.

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Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
When you are cloudy

Seb.

Ant.

Foul weather?

Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,-
Very foul.
Ant. He'ld sow't with nettle-seed.
Seb.
Gon. And were the king on 't, what would I do?
Or docks, or mallows.
Seb. 'Scape being drunk for want of wine.
Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by con-
traries

Execute all things; for no kind of traffic
Would I admit; no name of magistrate:
Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,
And use of service, none; contract, succession,
Bourn, 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.

Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth for-
Yet he would be king on't.
gets the beginning.
Gon. All things in common nature should pro-

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 its 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.

Seb.

Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! God save his majesty! Gon. Alon. Prithee, no more: thou dost talk noAnd, do you mark me, sir? thing to me. Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, 171 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.

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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.

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Enter ARIEL, invisible, playing solemn music. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure asleep, for I am very heavy?

Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.

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[All sleep except Alon., Seb., and Ant. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine

Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I eyes

find

They are inclined to do so.

Seb.

Please you, sir,

Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,

It is a comforter.

Ant.

We two, my lord,

Will guard your person while you take your rest,
And watch your safety.
Alon.

Thank you. Wondrous heavy.
Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them!
[Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel.
Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.

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Myself disposed to sleep.
Seb.
Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not

Ant.

They fell together all, as by consent;
Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What
might,

Worthy Sebastian? O, what might?-No more:-
And yet me thinks I see it in thy face,
What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee,
and

My strong imagination sees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.
Seb.

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It is a sleepy language and thou speak'st
Ant. Do you not hear me speak?
What, art thou waking?
Seb.
This is a strange repose, to be asleep.
I do; and surely
Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say?
And yet so fast asleep.
With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
Ant.
Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die, rather; wink'st
Noble Sebastian,
There's meaning in thy snores.
Whiles thou art waking,
Seb.
Thou dost snore distinctly;
Ant. I am more serious than my custom : you
Must be so too, if heed me; which to do
Trebles thee o'er.

t

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Do so: to ebb

Seb.
Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Well, I am standing water.
Seb.
Ant.

If you but knew how you the purpose cherish
O,
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
By their own fear or sloth.
You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
Most often do so near the bottom run
Seb.
Which throes thee much to yield.
The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim
Prithee, say on:
A matter from thee, and a birth indeed
Ant.

THE TEMPEST.

Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle are they set upon me;
Sometime like apes that mow and chatter at me
And after bite me, then like hedgehogs which 10
Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount
Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I
All wound with adders who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness.

Enter TRINCULO.

Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me
Lo, now, lo!
For bringing wood in slowly. I'll fall flat;
Perchance he will not mind me.

[ACT II.

cannot make him give ground; and it shall be said so again while Stephano breathes at's 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 him tame, I will not take too much for him; he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly. remove his fit. If I can recover him and keep wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee. Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou

here is that which will give language to you, cat: open your mouth; this will shake your shaking, Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; I can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend: open your chaps again. defend me! Trin. I should know that voice: it should be

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 a 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 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! 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. the storm be past. I will here shroud till the dregs of

Enter STEPHANO, singing: a bottle in his hand.
Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,
Here shall I die ashore-

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's
funeral: well, here's my comfort.
[Sings.
[Drinks.

The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,
The gunner and his mate

Loved Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery, 50

But none of us cared for Kate;

For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, Go hang!

She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she

did itch:

Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang! This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort. Cal. Do not torment me: Oh! Ste. What's the matter? [Drinks. here? Do you put tricks upon's with savages and Have we devils men of Ind, ha? I have not scaped drowning to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever went on four legs

well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter
Ste. Four legs and two voices: a most deli-
foul speeches and to detract.
cate monster! His forward voice now is to speak
my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague.
Come. Amen! I will pour some in thy other
mouth.
If all the wine in

Trin. Stephano!

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mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will
leave him; I have no long spoon.
Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy,

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 moon-calf? can he vent Trinculos? legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How camest thou to be the siege of this

hope now thou art not drowned. Is the storm overTrin. I took him to be killed with a thunderstroke. But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped! blown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Ste. Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.

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That's a brave god and bears celestial liquor.
Cal. [Aside] These be fine things, an if they
be not sprites.

I will kneel to him.

Ste. How didst thou 'scape? How camest
thou hither? swear by this bottle how thou camest
hither.
since I was cast ashore.
made of the bark of a tree with mine own hands
sailors heaved o'erboard, by this bottle! which I
I escaped upon a butt of sack which the

subject; for the liquor is not earthly.
Cal. I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true
Ste.

Here; swear then how thou escapedst.