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This is no mortal business, nor no sound

Upon this island, as a spy, to win it
That the earth owes : - I hear it now above me. From me, the lord on't.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance Fer.

No, as I am a man.
And say, what thou seest yond'.

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a
What is't? a spirit?

temple :
Lord, how it looks about ! Believe me, sir, If the ill spirit have so fair an house,
It carries a brave form : - But 'tis a spirit. Good things will strive to dwell with't.
Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath Pro.

Follow me. such senses

[To FERD. As we have, such : This gallant, which thou seest, Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor. - Come. Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd I'll manacle thy neck and feet together : With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be call him

The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows,

Wherein the acorn cradled : Follow. And strays about to find them.

Fer. Mira.

I might call him I will resist such entertainment, till A thing divine ; for nothing natural

Mine enemy has more power. (He draws. I ever saw so noble.


O dear father,
It goes on,

[ Aside. Make not too rash a trial of him, for
As my soul prompts it :- Spirit, fine spirit ! I'll He's gentle, and not fearful.
free thee


What, I say, Within two days for this.

My foot my tutor! Put thy sword up, traitor ; Fer.

Most sure, the goddess Who mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike, thy conOn whom these airs attend! - Vouchsafe, my prayer

science May know, if you remain upon this island; Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; And that you will some good instruction give, For I can here disarm thee with this stick,' How I may bear me here : My prime request, And make thy weapon drop. Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! Mira,

Beseech you, father! If you be maid or no ?

Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments.
No wonder, sir;

Sir, have pity; But, certainly a maid.

I'll be his surety.
My language ! heavens ! Pro.

Silence ! one word more
I am the best of them that speak this speech, Shall make me chuide thee, if not hate thee. What!
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

An advocate for an impostor? hush! Pro.

How ! the best? Thou think’st there are no more such shapes as he, What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? Having seen but him and Caliban : Foolish wench!

Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To the most of men this is a Caliban,
To hear thee speak of Naples : He does hear me; And they to him are angels.
And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples ; Mira.

My affections
Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld Are then most humble; I have no ambition
The king. my father wreck'.

To see a goodlier man.
Alack, for mercy! Pro.

Come on; obey: [T. FERD
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his Lords; the duke of Thy nerves are in their infancy again,

And have no vigour in them. And his brave son, being twain.


So they are: Pro.

The duke of Milan, My spirits, as in a dream, are all boumd up.
And his more braver daughter, could control thee, My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
If now 'twere fit to do't:- At the first sight (Aside. The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats,
They have chang'd eyes: - Delicate Ariel,

To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
I'll set thee free for this ! - A word, good sir ; Might I but through my prison once a day
I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth

Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Let liberty make use of; space enough
Is the third man that c'er I saw ; the first

Have I in such a prison. That e'er I sigh'd for : pity move my father


It works: - Come on. To be inclin'd my way!

Thou hast done well, fine Ariel ! - Follow me. – Fer. O, if a virgin,

(To Ferd. and Mir. And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Hark, what thou else shalt do me, [To ARIEL The queen of Naples.


Be of comfort; Pro.

Soft, sir; one word more. - My father's of a better nature, sir, They are both in either's powers; but this swift Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, business

Which now came from him. I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [ Aside. Pro.

Thou shalt be as free Make the prize light. - One word more; I charge As mountain winds: but then exactly do thee,

All points of my command. That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp


To the syllable. The name thou ow'st not ; and hast put thyself Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. (Eseunt.




SCENE I. - Another part of the Island. Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are. Este ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, Gonzalo, drenched in the sea, aold, notwithstanding, their

Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, ADRIAX, FRANCISCO, and others.

freshness, and glosses ; being rather new dy'd, than Ger. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause stain'd with salt water. (So have we all) of joy; for our escape

Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, k stuch beyond our loss: Our hint of woe would it not say, he lies ? Is conmon; every day, sotne sailor's wife,

Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Gon. Methinks, our garinents are now as fresh Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle, as when we put them on first in Africk, at the marI mean our preservation, few in millions

riage of the king's fair daughter Claribel, to the Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh king of Tunis. Our sorrow with our comfort.

Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper

Pr’ythee, peace. well in our return. Seth He receives comfort bike cold porridge. Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. paragon to their queen. &t. Look, he's winding up the watch of bis wit; Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. By and by it will strike.

Ant. Widow ? a pox o'that! How came tha: Gr. Sir,

widow in? Widow Dido! $t. One: -Tell.

Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too ? Gore. When every grief is entertain'd, that's of- good lord, how you take it! fer'd,

Adr. Widow Dido, said you ? you make me Comes to the entertainer

study of that : She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Sh. A dollar.

Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Gore. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have Adr. Carthage? spoken truer than you purposed.

Gon. I assure you, Carthage. h. You have taken it wiselier than I meant Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. you should.

Sh. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Gər. Therefore, my lord,

Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy Am. Fye, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! next? Aln. I pr'ythee spare.

Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his Gen. Well, I have done : But yet

pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Xeb. He will be talking.

Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Art. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good bring forth more islands. mager, first begins to crow?

Gon. Ay? Sched The old cock.

Ant. Why, in good timne. Ant. The cockrel.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments &t. Done: the wager?

seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the Axl. A laughter.

marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. St. A match.

Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. A. Though this island seem to be desert, Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Sch. Ha, ha, ha!

Ant. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. dre. So, you've pay'd.

Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first At. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. St. Yet,

Ant. That sort was well fish'd for. dur. Yet

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? Ant. Ik could not miss it.

Alon. You cram these words into minc ears, dr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and

against delicate temperance.

The stomach of my sense : 'Would I had never Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Married my daughter there ! for, coming thence, Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly de- My son is lost ; and, in my rate, she too, hrered

Who is so far from Italy remov'd, Ats. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. I ne'er again shall see lier. Othou mine heir Sel. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish Art. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fon.

Hath made his meal on thee! Ger. Here is everything advantageous to life. Fran.

Sir, he may live; Art. True; save means to live.

I saw him beat the surges under him, : 5. Of that there's none, or little.

And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Gm. How lush and lusty the grass looks ! how Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted greer. !

The surge most swoln that met him ; his bold head Art. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd ist. With an eye of green in't.

Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Art. He misses not much.

To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, Sch. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. As stooping to relieve him; I not doubt,

Gar. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed al- He came alive to land. met beyond credit)


No, no, he's gone.

loss ;


Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am no

thing to you : so you may continue, and laugh at That would not bless our Europe with your nothing still. daughter,

Ant. What a blow was there given ? But rather lose her to an African;

Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle ; you Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.

would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would Alon.

Pr’ythee, peace. continue in it five weeks without changing. Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherwise

Enter Ariel invisible, playing solemn musick. By all of us; and the fair soul herself

Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Weigh’d, between lothness and obedience, at

Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost Gon. No, I warrant you ; I will not adventure your son,

my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me I fear, for ever : Mian and Naples have

asleep, for I am very heavy? More widows in them of this business' making, Ant. Go sleep, and hear us. Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault's

(All sleep but Alon. Sex. and ANT. Your own.

Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.

Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I Gon. My lord Sebastian,

find, The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, They are inclin'd to do so. And time to speak it in; you rub the sore,


Please you, sir, When you should bring the plaster.

Do not omit the heavy offer of it: Seb.

Very well.

It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

It is a comforter. Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,


We two, my lord, When you are cloudy.

Will guard your person while you take your rest, Seb. Foul weather ?

And watch your safety. Ant.

Very foul.

Thank you : wondrous heavy. – Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, –

(Alonso sleeps. Erit Ariel. Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed.

Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them? Seb.

Or docks, or mallows. Ant. It is the quality o' the climate. Gon. And were the king of it, What would I Seb.

Why do?

Doth it not then our eye-lids sink ? I find not Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Myself dispos'd to sleep. Gon. I the commonwealth, I would by con- Ant.

Nor I; my spirits are nimble. traries

They fell together all, as by consent ; Execute all things : for no kind of traffick

They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Would I admit; no name of magistrate ;

Worthy Sebastian ?-0, what might ?- No more: Letters should not be known; no use of service, And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, Of riches, or of poverty ; no contracts,

What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee; Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none :

and No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil :

My strong imagination secs a crown No occupation ; all men idle, all ;

Dropping upon thy head. And women too; but innocent and pure :


What, art thou waking? No sovereignty:

Ant. Do you not hear me speak?
And yet he would be king on't. Seb.

I do; and, surely, Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets | It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st the beginning

Out of thy sleep : What is it thou did'st say ? Gon. All things in common nature should pro- This is a strange repose, to be asleep duce

With eyes wide open ; standing, speaking, moving, Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, And yet so fast asleep. Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Ant.

Noble Sebastian, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die rather; wink'st Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance,

Whiles thou art waking. To feed my innocent people.


Thou dost snore distinctly; Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects ?

There's meaning in thy snores. Ant. None, man ; all idle ; whores and knaves. Ant. I am more serious than my custom : you

Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, Must be so too, if heed me; which to do To excel the golden age.

'Trebles thee o'er. Seb. 'Save his majesty!


Well, I am standing water Ant. Long live Gonzalo!

Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
And, do you mark me sir?- Seb.

Do so ; to ebb, Alon. Pr’ythee, no more: thcu dost talk nothing Hereditary sloths instructs me. to me.


0, Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, of such sensible and nimble lungs that they always You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, use to laugh at nothing.

Most often do so near the bottom run, Ant. 'T'was you we laugh`d at.

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Pr'ythee, say on : They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk;
The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim They'll tell the clock to any business that
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,,

We say befits the hour.
Which throes thee much to yield.


Thy case, dear friend, Ant.

Thus, sir: Shall be my precedent; as thon got'st Milan, Altheagh this lord of weak remembrance, this I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke (Who shall be of as little memory,

Shall free thec from the tribute which thou pay'st ; When he is earth'd,) hath here almost persuaded And I the king shall love thee. (Fe he's a spirit of persuasion only,)


Draw together : The king, his son's alive : 'tis as impossible And when I rear my hand, do you the like, That he's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here, swims. To fall it on Gonzalo. Sct. I have no hope


0, but one word. That be's undrown'd.

( They converse apart. 0, out of that no hope, What great hope have you ! no hope, that way,

Musick. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible. Another way so high an hope, that even

Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,

That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth, But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with me, (For else his project dies,) to keep them living. That Ferdinand is drown'd?

(Sings in Gonzalo's car. ánt.

Then, tell me,

While you here do snoaring lie

Open-ey'd conspiracy
Who's the next heir of Naples ?

His time doth take:

If of life you keep a care, ár. She that is queen of Tunis : she that dwells

Shake off slumber, and beware .
Ten leagues beyond inan's life; she that from Naples

Awake! Awake!
Can bave no note, unless the sun were post,
The man i' the moon's too slow,) till new-born chins Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
Be rough and razorable ; she, from whom

Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king! We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again;

[They awake. And, by that, destin’d to perform an act,

Alon. Why, how now, ho ! awake! Why are you Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come,

drawn? In yours and my discharge.

Wherefore this ghastly looking? Se. What stuff is this ? — How say you ? Gon.

What's the matter? "Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis : Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions Even now, we heard a hollow burst of beilowing There is some space.

Like bulls, or rather lions ; did it not wake you? A space whose every cubit It struck mine ear most terribly. Seerns to cry out, How shall that Claribel


I heard nothing. Measkre us back to Naples ? - Keep in Tunis, Ant. 0, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; And let Sebastian wake! - Say, this were death To make an earthquake ! sure it was the roar That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no worse Of a whole herd of lions. Tian now they are: There be, that can rule Naples, Alon.

Heard you this, Gonzalo ? As well as he that sleeps ; lords, that can prate Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, As amply and unnecessarily,

And that a strange one too, which did awake me : As this Gonzalo; I myself could make

I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd ; as mine eyes open'd, A cbough of as deep chat. O, that you bore I saw their weapons drawn :- there was a noise, The mind that I do! what a sleep were this That's verity: 'Best stand upon our guard ; For your advancement! Do you understand me? Or that we quit this place : let's draw our weapons. 84. Methinks, I do.

Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make furArt. And how does your content

ther search Tender your own good fortune?

For my poor son. Sub.

I remember,

Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts ! You did supplant your brother Prospero.

For he is, sure, i' the island. Aat.

True: Alon. And, look, how well my garments sit upon me; Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have Mach feater than before : My brother's servants

done :

(Asides Were then my fellows, now they are my men. So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Èreunt.

St. But, for your conscience -
Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe, SCENE II. Another part of the Island.
"Twould put me to my slipper : But I feel not
This deity in my bosom; twenty consciences,

Enter Caliban, with a burden of wood.
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,

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 him
With this obedient steel, three inches of it,

By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, Can lay to bed for ever : whiles you, doing thus, And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, To the perpetual wink for aye might put

Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire, Tás ancient morsel, this sir' Prudence, who Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark Should not upbraid our course.

For all the rest, Out of my way, unless he bid thein ; but

Lead away.

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For every trifle are they set upon me :

with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever Sometimes like apes, that moe and chatter at me, trod on neat's-leather. And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which Cal. Do not torment me, prythee; Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount I'll bring my wood home faster. Their pricks at my foot-fall ; sometime am I

Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues, the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have Do hiss me into madness : - Lo! now! lo! never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove

his fit: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, I Enter TRINCULO.

will not take too much for him : he shall pay for Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, him that hath him, and that soundly. For bringing wood in slowly : I'll fall flat;

Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt Perchance, he will not mind me.

Anon, I know it by thy trembling ; Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off Now Prosper works upon thee. any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth : hear it sing i' the wind : yond' same black cloud, here is that which will give language to you, cat; yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that open your mouth : this will shake your shaking, I would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell did before, I know not where to hide my head : who's your friend : open your chaps again. yond' same cloud cannot chuse but fall by pailfuls. Trin. I should know that voice : It should be

- What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or But he is drowned ; and these are devils: 0! dealive? A fish: he smells like a fish ; a very ancient fend me!and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my silver : there would this monster make a man; any bottle will recover him, I will help his ague : Come strange beast there makes a man: when they will - Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth. not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will Trin. Stephano, lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a Sle. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o'my troth! I mercy! This is a devil, and no monster : I will do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this leave him; I have no long spoon. is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered Trin. Stephano ! - if thou beest Stephano, touch by a thunder-bolt. [Thunder.) Alas! the storm me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo; - be not is come again : my best way is to creep under his afeard, thy good friend Trinculo. gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout: Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I thee by the lesser legs : if any be Trinculo's legs, will here shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past. these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed:

How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Enter SrErhano, singing; a bottle in his hand.

Can he vent Trinculos ? STE. I shall no more to sea, to seti,

Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunderHere skall I die a-shore;

stroke : - But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I

hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral : over-blown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's Well, here's my comfort.


gaberdine, for fear of the storm : And art thou The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, living, Stephano ? 0 Stephano, two Neapolitans The gunner, and his mate,

'scap'd! Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,

Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about ; my stoBut none of us car'd for Kate :

mach is not constant. For she had a tongue with a tang,

Cal. These be fine things, and if they be noi Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang :

sprites. She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,

That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor :
Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er she did itch : I will kncel to him.
Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang.

Ste. How did'st thou 'scape? how cam'st thou

hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. This is a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors

[Drinks. heaved over-board, by this bottle ! which I made of Cal. Do not torment me: 0!

the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I Ste. What's the matter ? Have we devils here? was cast a-shore. Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy Inde? Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning, to be afeard True subject; for the liquor is not earthly. now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap’dst. proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot Trin. Swam a-shore, man,

like a duck ;

I make him give ground: and it shall be said so swim like a duck, I'll be sworn. again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils.

Ste. Here, kiss the book : Though thou canst Cal. The spirit torments me : 0!

swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose. Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this? legs; who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where Sle. The whole butt, man ; my cellar is in a rock the devil should he learn our language? I will give by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, him some relief, if it be but for that: If I can re- moon-calf ? how does thine ague ? cover him, and keep him tame, and get to Napıles Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven?

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