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Fer. A single thing at am pow, that wonders Pro.
Come on igbey: To hear thee speak of Naples : he does hear me ;
ITe Vord. And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples;, Thy nerves are in their infancy again, Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld And have no rigour in them.
Fer, The king my father wreck'd.
So they are: Mira,
Alack, for mercy ! My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, Milan
The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threata, And his brave son, being twain.
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Pro.
The duke of Milan, Might I but through my prison, once a day, And his more braver daughter, could control thee, Behold this maid : all corners else of the earth If now it were fit to do it. At the first sight Let liberty make use of ; space enough
(.Aside. Have I in such a prison. They have chang'd eyes :-Delicate Ariel,
It works :-Come on. I'll set thee free for this !-A word, good sir ;. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel ! Follow me. I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
[To Ferd. and Mira. Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Hark, what thou else shalt do me. (To Ariel. Is the third man that ere I saw; the first
Be of comfort, That ere I sigh'd for: pity move my father My father's of a better nature, sir, To be inclind my way!
Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Fer, O, if a virgin,
Which now came from him. And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Pro.
Thou shalt be as free The queen of Naples.
As mountain winds : but then exactly do Pro.
Soft, sir; one word more. All points of my command. They are both in either's powers: but this swin Ari.
To the syllable. business
Pro. Como, follow: speak not for him. (Exeunt. I must uneasy make, lest too light winning(Aside. Make the prize light.-One word more; 1 charge
No, as I am a man. SCENE I. Another part of the island. Enter Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, temple :
Francisco, and others.
Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have Pro.
Follow me.- (To Ferd.
Is much beyond our loss : our hint of wo
Have just our theme of wo: but for the miracle, Fer.
I mean our preservation, few in millions I will resist such entertainment, till
Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
O dear father,
Pr'ythee, peace. Make not too rash a trial of him, for
Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. He's gentle, and not fearful.'
Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. Pro.
What, I say,
Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor; by and by it will strike. Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy Gon. Sir. conscience
Seb. One:--Tell. Is so possess’d with guilt: come from thy ward;' Gon. When every grief isentertain'd, that'sofferd, For l'can here disarm thee with this stick, Comes to the entertainer And make thy weapon drop.
A dollar, Mira.
Beseech you, father! Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have Pro. Honee ; hang not on my garments. spoken truer than you proposed. Mira
Sir, have pity;
Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant I'll be his surety. Pro.
Silence : one word more Gon. Therefore, my lord, -
Alon. I prythee, spare.
Anl. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good And they to him aro angels.
wager, first begins to crow? Mira.
My affections Seb. The old cock.
Seb. Done: the wager ?
Seb. A match, (1) Confuta. (2) Frightful (3) Guard.
Adr. Though this island seem to be deserye?
Seb. Ha, ha, ha!
Alon. You cram these words into minē aan, 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, cotning theace, 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. O thou mine heir delicate temperance.
of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Hath made his meal on thee! Seb. Ay, and a subtle ; as he most learnedly de-. Fran.
Sir, he may live; livered.
I saw hiin 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 niost 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 inisses not much.
Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. loss;
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 kneeld to, and importun'd Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would otherwise it not say, He lies ?
By all of us ; and the fair soul herself
Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost as when we put them on first in Afric, at the mar
your son, riage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have of 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.
Your own. 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!
Anl. And most chirurgeonly.
Very foul. Gon. I assure you, Carthage.
Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord, Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed. Seh. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.
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. Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his Gon, l'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. Anl. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.
Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth for Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first gets the beginning. day I wore iti I mean, in a sort.
Gon. All things incommon nature should produce Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.
Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, Qon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? Sword, pike, knise, gun, or need of any enging,
(1) Tetaperature (8) Rank (8) Shade of colour.
(4) Degrec or quality.
(5) The rack,
Would I not have; but nature should brug forth, Whiles thou art waking. or its own kind, all foizon,' all abundance,
Phou 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 Ani, None, man; all idle ; whores and knaves. Must be so too, if 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
O, thing to me.
If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, Gon. I do well believe your highness; and dia 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. Anl. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.
Prythee, 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 continuc, and laugh A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, at nothing still.
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
Seb. I have no hope
0, out of that no hope, Gon. No, I warrant you: I will not adventure What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, Another way so high a hope, that even for I am very heavy ?
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with. (Al sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant.
Then, tell me, Tiey are inclined to do so.
Who's the next heir of Naples ?
Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples It is a comforter.
Can have no note, unless the sun were post,
(The mani’ the moon's too slow,) till new-bornching Will guard your person, while you take your rest, Be rough and razorable: she, from whom And watch your safety.
We were all sea-swallowed, though some cast again; Alon.
Thank you: wondrous heavy. And, by that, destin'd to perform an act,
(Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel. Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! In yours and iny discharge. Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.
Seb. What stuff is this?-How say you? Seb.
Why l'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis ; Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I find not So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions Myself dispos'd to sleep.
There is some space.
A space whose every cubit They fell together all, as by consent;
Seems to cry out, How shall Thal Claribel They dropp'à, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Measure us back to Naples ? --Keep in Tunis, Worthy Sebastian ?-0, what might?-No more: And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death And yet methinks, I see it in thy face,
That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no Whai thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee; and
Than now they are: there be, that can rule Na. My strong imagination sees a crown
ples, Dropping upon thy head.
As well as hé that sleeps; lords, that can prate Seb,
What, art thou waking? As amply, and unnecessarily, Ant. Do you not hear me speak ?
As this Gonzalo; I myself could make Seb.
I do; and, surely, A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore It is a sleepy language, and thou speak’sť The mind that I do! what a sleep were this Out of thy sleep : what is it thou didst say? For your advancement! Do you understand me? This is a strange repose, to be asleep
Seb. Methinks I do. With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, Ant.
And how does your content And yet so fast asleep.
Tender your own good fortune ?
I remember Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die rather; wink'st (1) Plenty.
(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!
Lead away. Were then my fellows, now they are my men. Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have Seb. But, for your conscience
| Aside. Ant. Ay, sir ; where lies that? if it were a kibe, So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. (Exeunt. 'Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,
SCENE II.-Another part of the Island. Enter That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,
Caliban, with a burden of wood. A noise of
thunder heard. And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, No better than the earth he lies upon,
Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up If he were that which now he's like; whom I, From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make With this obedient steel, three inches of it,
him Can lay to bed forever: whiles you, doing thus, By inch-mcal 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, 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 trifle are they set upon me: We say befits the hour.
Sometimes like apes, that moes and chatter at me, Seb.
Thy case, dear friend, And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan, Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am I 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! lo! 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 off Ari. My master through his art foresees the any weather at all, and another storm brewing ; I.
hear it sing i' the wind : yond' same black cloud, danger That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth, would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it
yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard* that (For else his project dies,) to keep them living. (Sings in Gonzalo's ear. yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pail
did before, I know not where to hide my head : While you here do snoring lie,
fuls.-What have we here? a man or a fish ? Open-ey'd Conspiracy
Dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a His time doth take :
very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of If of life you keep a care,
the newest, Poor John. A strange fish! Were I Shake of 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
piece of silver: there would this monster make a Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
man; any strange beast there makes a man: when Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king! they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar,
[They wake. they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Leggʻd Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, of my drawn?
troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no Wherefore this ghastly looking
longer ; this is no fish, but an islander, that hath Gon,
What's the matter? lately suffered by a thunderbolt. (Thunder.) Alas! Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, the storm is come again : my best way is to creep Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing under his gaberdine;s there is no other shelter Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange It struck mine ear most terribly.
bed-fellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of Alon.
I heard nothing. the storm be past.
Enler Stephano, singing; a bottle in his hand. or a whole herd of lions.
Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,
Here shall I dié ashore;-
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 boastswain, and I, I saw their weapons drawn :-there was a noise,
The gunner, and his mate,
Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang:
(4) A black jack of leather, to hold beer, (3) Make mouths,
15) The frock of a peasant,
She lov'd not the savorer of tar nor of pitch, I escap'd upon a butt of sack, which the sailors Yet a tailor might scratch her where'ér she did itch: heav'd over-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 This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort. was 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. afcard 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.
Sie. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a roek Cal. The spirit torments me: O!
by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, Sle. This is some monster of the isle, with four moon-calf? 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 pioon, 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 trou 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 fáster.
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 iny 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’yihee, be my god. that hath him, and that soundly.
Trin. By this lignt, a most perfidious and drunken Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt monsier; when his god's as leep, he'll rob his bottle. Anon, I know it by thý 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 myself to death at this puppy: open your mouth: this will shake your shaking, I 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, Sle. Come, kiss,
Trin. I should know that voice: it should be Trin. --but that the poor monster's in drink: án 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, sfe 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. Stė. Doth thy other mouth call me ? Mercy! Cal. I pr’ythce, let me bring thee where crabs mercy! this is a devil, and no monster: I will leave grow; mm; I have no long spoon.
And I, with my long nails, will dig thee pig-nuts; Trin, Stephano!-il 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 afenrd, -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 sca-mells' from the rock. Wilt thou go with thee by the lesser legs: if any be 'Trinculo's leys,
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
Cal. Farewell master; farewell, Farewell, over-blown! I hid me under the dead moon-call's gaberdine, for fear of the storm; and art thou living,
(Sings drunkenly. Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'u! Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster.
Ste. Proythee, do not turn me about; my stomach Cal, No more dams l’U make for fish; is not constant."
Nor fetch in firing
Ban, Ban, Ca-Caliban,
Has a new master-Get a neto man. hither/ swear by this bottle, how thou cam’st hither. Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom: freedom,
hey-day, freedom! (1) India. (2) Stool, (3) Sea-gulls. S!e. O brave monster! lead the way, (Excunt,