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Or it hath drawn me rather:-But 'tis gone. | Pro.
Follow me.- (To Ferd. No, it begins again..
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come, Ariel sings.
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks Those are pearls that were his eyes ;
Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow Nothing of him that doth fade,
No; But doth suffer a sea-change
I will resist such entertainment, till Into something rich and strange.
Mine enemy has more power.
[He dran's. Sea-Nymphs hourly ring his kenell:
O dear father, Hark! now I hear them,--ding-dong, bell. Make not too rash a trial of him, for
[Burden, ding-dong. He's gentle, and not fearful. Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father; Pro.
What, I say, This is no mortal business, nor no sound
My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor; That the earth owes :- I hear it now above me. Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy con. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
science And say, what thou seest yond'.
Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; Mira.
What is't? a spirit ? For I can here disarm thee with this stick, Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
And make thy weapon drop. It carries a brave form :-But 'tis a spirit. (senses Mira.
Beseech you, father! Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments. As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, Mira.
Sir, have pity; Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd I'll be his surety With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st Pro.
Silence : one word more call him
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows,
An advocate for an impostor? hush! And strays about to find them.
Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he, Mira.
I might call him Having seen but him and Caliban: Foolish wench! A thing divine; for nothing natural
To the most of men this is a Caliban,
And they to him are angels.
(thee To see a goodlier man. Fer. Most sure, the goddess Pro.
Come on; obey: (To Ferd. On whom these airs attend ! Vouchsafe, my prayer | Thy nerves are in their infancy again, May know, if you remain upon this island ;
And have no vigour in them. And that you will some good instruction give, Fer.
So they are : How I may bear me here: My prime request, My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. Which I do last pronounce, is, you wonder ! My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, If you be made, or no?
The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, Mira. No wonder, sir;
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, But, certainly a maid.
Might I but through my prison once a day My language! heavens Behold this maid : all corners else o'the earth I am the best of them that speak this speech, Let liberty make use of; space enough Were I but where 'tis spoken.
Have 1 in such a prison.
How ! the best?
It works :--Come on.What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? | Thou hast done well, fine Ariel ! Follow me.Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
[To Ferdinand and Miranda. To hear thee speak of Naples : He does hear me; Hark, what thou else shalt do me. (To Ariel. And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; Mira.
Be of comfort; Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld My father's of a better nature, sir, The king my father wreck'd.
Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Mira.
Alack, for mercy! Which now came from him. Per. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Pro.
Thou shalt be as free And his brave son, being twain.
[Milan, As mountain winds: but then exactly do Pro.
The duke of Milan, All points of my command. And his more braver daughter, could control thee, Ari.
To the syllable.
SCENE I. Another Part of the Island.
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, To be inclin'd my way!
Francisco, and others. O, if a virgin, Fer. And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry you have cause The queen of Naples
(So have we all) of joy; for our escape Soft, sir : one word more.--Is much beyond our loss: Our hint of woe They are both in either's powers: but this swift is common : every day, some sailor's wife, business
The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [Aside. Have just our theme of woe : but for the miracle, Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge I mean our preservation, few in millions That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp (thee, Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself Our sorrow with our comfort. Upon this island, as a spy, to win it
Pr'ythee, peace. From me, the lord on't.
Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. Xira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; temple :
By and by it will strike. If the ill spirit have so fair an house,
Gon. Sir, Good things will strive to dwell with't.
Seb. One : Tell
Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the Comes to the entertainer
[offer'd, marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. Seb. A dollar.
Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. spoken truer than you purposed.
Ant. 0, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first you should.
day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. Gon. Therefore, my lord,-
Ant. That sort was well fish'd for. Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? Alon. I prythee spare.
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, Gon. Well, I have done : But yet
against Seb. He will be talking.
The stomach of my sense : 'would I had never Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, wager, first begins to crow?
My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, Seb. The old cock.
Who is so far from Italy remov'd, Ant. The cockrel.
I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Seb. Done: the wager ?
Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish Ant. A laughter.
Hath made his meal on thee! Seb. A match.
Sir, he may live; Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,
I saw him beat the surges under him, Seb. Ha, ha, ha!
And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Ant. So, you've pay'd.
Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,
The surge most swoln that met him: his bold head Seb. Yet,
l'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Adr, Yet
Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Ant. He could not miss it.
To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd. Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and de- As stooping to relieve him: I doubt not, licate temperance.
He came alive to land. Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.
No, no, he's gone. Seb. Aye, and a subtle; as he most learnedly de- Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great livered.
(ter, Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. That would not bless our Europe with your daughSeb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.
But rather lose her to an African; Ant. Or, as 't were perfumed by a fen.
Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life.
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. Ant. True; save means to live.
Pr'ythee, peace. Seb. Of that there's none, or little.
Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherGon. How lush and lusty the grass looks ? how By all of us; and the fair soul herself
Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.
Which end o'the beam she bow'd. We have lost Seb. With an eye of green in't.
your son, Ant. He misses not much.
I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. More widows in them of this business' making,
Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed al-Than we bring men to comfort them: the fault's most beyond credit)
| Your own. Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.
Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. Gon. That our garments, being, as they were,l. Gon.
My lord Sebastian, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, freshness, and glosses: being rather new dy'd, than! And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, stain'd with salt water.
When you should bring the plaster. Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would Seb.
Very well. it not say, He lies?
Ant. And most chirurgeonly.
Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as When you are cloudy. when we put them on first in Africk, at the mar Seb.
Foul weather? riage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the
Very foul. king of Tunis.
Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper
Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed. well in our return.
Or docks, or mallows. Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with such ai Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do? paragon to their queen.
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.
Gon. I'the commonwealth I would by contraries Ant. Widow ? a pox o'that! How came that wi.Execute all things: for no kind of traffic dow in ? Widow Dido!
Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? | Letters should not be known; riches, poverty, good lord, how you take it!
And use of service, none; contract, successions, Adr. Widow Bido, said you ? you make me study Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil: Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
No occupation; all men idle, all; Adr. Carthage ?
And women too; but innocent and pure: Gon. I assure you, Carthage.
No sovereignty :Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Seb.
And yet he would be king on't. Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets
Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy the beginning. next?
Gon. All things in common, nature should proSeb. I think he will carry this island home in his
duce pocket, and give it his son for an apple.
Without sweat oy endeavour: treason, felony, Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Sword, pike, knife, gun, nor need of any engine, bring forth more islands.
Would I not have; but nature should bring fortlı, Gon. Ay.
Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance,
To feed my innocent people.
Ant. None, man; all idle; whores, and knaves. The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
Which throes thee much to yield.
Thus, sir : Ant. Long live Gonzalo!
Although this lord of weak remembrance, this Gon.
And, do you mark me, sir?- (Who shall be of as little memory, Alon. Pr'ythee, no more: thou dost talk nothing When he is earth'd,) hath here almost persuaded to me.
(For he's a spirit of persuasion, only Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it Professes to persuade) the king, his son's alive : to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are 'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd, of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always As he that sleeps here, swims. use to laugh at nothing.
1 Seb. I have no hope Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.
That he's undrown'd. Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am no- Ant.
0, out of that no hoy, thing to you: so you may continue, and laugh at What great hope have you ! no hope, that way, is nothing still.
Another way so high an hope, that even Ant. What a blow was there given ?
Ambition cannot pieroe a wink beyond, Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.
But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle ; you
me, would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would That Ferdinand is drown'd ? continue in it five weeks without changing
Ant. Enter Ariel invisible, playing solemn musick.
Then, tell me,
Who's the next heir of Naples ? Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Seb.
Claribel. Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry
Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, can have no note, unless the sun were post, for I am very heavy?
|(The man i'th'moon's too slow,) till new-born chins Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
Be rough and razorable: she, from whom (All sleep but Alon. Seh, and Ant. We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes | And, by that, destin'd to perform an act, Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, They are inclin'd to do so.
(find, In yours and my discharge. Seb.
Please you, sir,
What stuff is this?-How say you ? Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
"Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis ; It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions It is a comforter.
There is some space.
A space whose every cubit Will guard your person, while you take your rest, Seems to cry out, Hon shall that Claribel And watch your safety.
Measure us back to Naples ? - Keep in Tunis, Alon.
Thank you : Wondrous heavy. And let Sebastian wake !-Say, this were death
[Alonso sleeps. Erit Ariel. That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no worse Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Than now they are: There be, that can rule Naples, Ant. It is th' quality o' th' climate.
As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate Seb.
Why As amply, and unnecessarily,
A chough of as deep chat. 0, that you bore
Nor I; my spirits are nimble. The mind that I do! what a sleep were this They fell together all, as by consent ;
For your advancement! Do you understand me? They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Seb. Methinks, I do. Worthy Sebastian? -0, what might?-No more : Ant.
And how does your content And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,
Tender your own good fortune ? What thou should'st be: th' occasion speaks thee;. Seb.
I remember, My strong imagination sees a crown
(and You did supplant your brother Prospero. Dropping upon thy head.
True : Seb.
What, art thou waking? And, look, how well my garinents sit upon me; Ant. Do you not hear me speak ?
Much feater than before : My brother's servants Seb.
I do; and, surely, Were then my fellows, now they are my men. It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st
Seb. But, for your conscienceOut of thy sleep: What is it thou didst say ?
Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe, This is a strange repose, to be asleep
'Twould put me to my slipper; But I feel not With eyes wide open ; standing, speaking, moving. This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences, And yet so fast asleep.
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they, Ant.
Noble Sebastian, And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep--die rather; wink'st No better than the earth he lies upon, (whom I, Whiles thou art waking.
If he were that which now he's like, that's dead; Seb.
Thou dost snore distinctly: With this obedient steel, three inches of it, There's meaning in thy snore.
Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus, Ant. I am more serious than my custom : you To the perpetual wink for aye might put Must be so too, if heed m ; which to do,
This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who Trebles thee o'er.
Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest, Seb.
Well; I am standing water. They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk; Ant, I'll teach you how to flow.
They'll tell the clock to any business that Seb.
Do so : to ebb, We say befits the hour. Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan, If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, 1'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st; You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
And I the king shall love thee. Most often do so near the bottom run,
Draw together. By their own fear, or sloth.
And when I rear my hand, do you the like
To fall it on
0, but one word. man : when they will not give a doit to relieve a
(They coni erse apart. lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead In. Music. Re-enter Ariel, invisible.
dian. Legg'd like a man ! and his fins like arms !
Warm, o'my troth! I do now let loose my opinion, Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an islander, That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth, that hath lately suffered by a thunder-bolt. (Thun. (For else his project dies,) to keep them living. der.] Alas! the storm is come again: my best way
[Sings in Gonzalo's ear. is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other While you here do snoring lie,
shelter hereabout: Misery acquaints a man with Open-ey'd conspiracy
strange bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the His time doth take :
dregs of the storm be past.
Enter Stephano, singing ; a bottle in his hand.
Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea, Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
Here shall I die a-shore Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king! This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: [They wake. Well, here's my comfort.
(Drinks. Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, Wherefore this ghastly looking?
The gunner, and his mate, Gon.
What's the matter ? Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, Seh. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
But none of us card for Kate : Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
For she had a tongue with a tang, Like bulls, or rather lions ; did it not wake you?
Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang : It struck mine ear most terribly.
She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch, Alon.
I heard nothing. Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er she did itch: Ant. 0, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear;
Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang To make an earthquake ! sure it was the roar This is a scurvy tune too : But here's my comfort. Of a whole herd of lions.
Heard you this, Gonzalo ? Cal. Do not torment me: O! Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? And that a strange one too, which did awake me : Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, of Inde? Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning, to be I saw their weapons drawn:—there was a noise, afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, That's verity: 'Tis best we stand upon our guard : As proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. make him give ground : and it shall be said so a
Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further gain, while Stephano breathes at nostrils. For my poor son.
search Cal. The spirit torments me: 0! Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four For he is, sure, i'th' island.
legs; who hath got, as I take it, an 'ague: Where Alon.
Lead away. [done : the devil should he learn our language? I will Ari. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have give him some relief, if it be but for that : If I can
Aside. recover him, and keep him tame, and get to NaSo, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Èxeunt. ples with him, he's a present for any emperor that SCENE II. Another Part of the Island.
ever trod on neat's-leather.
Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee;
Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after
the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him his fit: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, I will not take too much for him : he shai! pay for And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, him that hath him, and that soundly. Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' th' mire, Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Anon, I know it by thy trembling. Out of my way, unless he bid them ; but
Now Prosper works upon thee. For every trifle are they set upon me:
Ste. Come on your ways; open your inouth; Sometimes like apes, that moe and chatter at me, here is that which will give language to you, cat : And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which open your mouth : this will shake your shaking, I Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am I who's your friend ; open your chaps again. All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues, Trin. I should know that voice: It should be Do hiss me into madness :-Lo! now ! lo !
But he is drowned ; and these are devils: 0! de. Enter Trinculo.
Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, monster! His forward voice now is to speak well For bringing wood in slowly : I'll fall flat;
of his friend : his backward voice is to utter foul Perchance, he will not mind me.
speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bot. Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off tle will recover him, I will help his ague : Come, any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I--Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth, hear it sing i' th' wind : yond' same black cloud, Trin. Stephano,yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me ? Mercy ! would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it mercy ! This is a devil, and no monster : I will did before, I know not where to hide my head : leave him ; I have no long spoon. yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pail. Trin. Stephano ! if thou beest Stephano, touch fuls.- What have wc here? a man or a fish? Dead me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo ;-be not or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish ; a very an-afeard,-thy good friend Trinculo. cient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull newest, Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in thee by the lesser legs : if any be Trinculo's legs, England now, (as once I was,) and had but this these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed : fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? give a piece of silver : there would this monster Can he vent Trinculos ? make a man; any strange beast there makes a Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder
ell; a kina fish ; a very and me, and speakan
stroke :-But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I Freedom, hey day! hey-day, freedom! freedom,
is not constant.
Enter Ferdinand, bearing a Log.
Fer. There be some sports are painful; and
And makes my labours pleasures : 0, she is
And he's composed of harshness. I must remove
Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistress
Weeps when she sees me work : and says, such
Enter Miranda; and Prospero at a Distance.
Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? Work not so hard : I would, the lightning had
Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile'
Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns,
Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book : I will Fer.
O most dear mistress,
The sun will set, before I shall discharge
If you'll sit down,
And I will kiss thy foot. I pr'ythee, be my god. I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
T'rin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunk Than you should such dishonour undergo,
- Cal. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy subiect. As well as it does you : and I should do it
With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
Poor worm ! thou art infected ;
This visitation shews it.
Trin. --but that the poor monster's in drink: An Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with
When you are by at night. I do beseech you,
1'11 fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.
Miranda :--O my father,