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flr it bath drawn me rather:—But 'tis gone. Kb, it begins again.
Of his bones are coral made \
But doth suffer a sea-change
if ring his knell:
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say, what thou Eeest yond'.
Kira. What is't? a spirit?
I-ord, bow it looks about! Believe me, sir,
A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,
Mira. I might call him
A thing divine; for nothing natural
Pro. It goes on, [Aside.
As my soul prompts it:—Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free Within two days for this. [thee
Per. Most sure, the goddess
On whom these airs attend!—Vouchsafe, my prayer
tfira. No wonder, sir;
But, certainly a maid.
Per. My language! heavens I—
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Pro. How! the best?
What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee?
Fer. A single thing, as 1 am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples : He does hear me And, that he docs, I weep: myself am Naples; Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck'd.
Mira. Alack, for mercy!
Per. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of. And his brave son, being twain. [Milan,
Pro. The duke of Milan,
And his more braver daughter, could control thee,
Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently ? This
Fer. O, If a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The qneen of Naples.
Pn. Soft, sir: one word more—
They are both in elther's powers: but this swift business
I most uneasy make, lest too light winning [Aside.
Per. No, as I am a man.
Mira. There's nothing ill can-dwell In such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair an house, flood things will strive to dwell with't.
Pro. Follow me [To Ftrd.
Speak not you for him j he's a traitor.—Come,
Mira. O dear father.
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
Pro. What, I say,
My foot my tutor!—Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy conscience
Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward;
Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments.
I'll be his surety.
Pro. Silence : one word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
Mira. My affections
Are then most humble; I have no ambition
Pro. Come on; obey: [To Ftrd.
Thy nerves are In their infancy again,
Fer. So they are:
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
Pro. It works:—Come on
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!—Follow me.—
[To Ferdinand and Miranda. Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To Ariel.
ira. Be of comfort;
My father's of a better nature, sir,
Pro. Thou shalt be as free
.As mountain winds: but then exactly do
Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt.
SCENE L Another Part of the Island. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Honzalo, Adrian, Francisco, mid others. Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry, you have cause (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss: Our hint of woe Is common : every day, some sailor's wife, The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle, I mean our preservation, few in millions Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Our sorrow with our comfort. Aion. Pr'ythee, peace.
Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; By and by it will strike.
Seb, One: .Tell
Gon. When every grief ii entcrtaln'd, that's Comes to the entertainer— [offer'd, Seb. A dollar.
Gon. Dolour conies to him, indeed; you have spoken truer than von purposed.
Seb. You haTe taken it wUelier than I meant you should.
Gon. Therefore, my lord,—
Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!
Alon. I pr*ythee spare.
Gon. Well, 1 have done; But vet—
Seb. He will be talking.
Ant, Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow?
Seb. The old cock.
Ant. The cockrel.
Seb. Done i the wager?
Ant. A laughter.
Seb. A match.
Aitr, Though this Island seem to be desert,—
Adr, Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,—
Ant. He could not miss it.
Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance.
Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.
Seb. Aye, and a subtle; as he most learnedly deli rered.
Adr. The air breathes upon u* here most sweetly.
Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.
Srb. No ; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
Gon. But the rarity of It is (which is indeed almost beyond credit)—
Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.
Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, than stain'd with salt water.
Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say, He lies?
Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.
Gon. Methlnks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Africk, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis.
Seb. "J"was a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.
Adr. Tunis was never grae'd 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 jCneas too? good lord, how you take it!
Adr. Widow Dido, said you ? you make me study of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
Gon. I assure you, Carthage.
Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp.
Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.
Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy next?
Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple.
Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it In the sea, bring forth more islands.
Ant. Why, in good time.
Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments teem
now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the
maniage 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.
Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.
Gun. When 1 wore it at your daughter's marriage?
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, against
The stomach of my sense: 'would I had never
Fran. Sir, he may live;
I saw him beat the surges under hfm,
Alon. No, no, he's gone.
Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss [ter, That would not bless our Europe with your daughBut rather lose her to an African; Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
.-Hon. l'r'ythee, peace.
Seb. You were kneel'd to, and Importun'd otherBy all of us; and the fair soul herself [wise Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at Which end o'the beam she bow'd. We have lost your son,
I fear, for ever i Milan and Naples have
Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.
Gon. My lord Sebastian,
The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness.
Seb. Very well.
Ant. And most chirurgeonly.
Gon. It Is foul weather in us all, good sir. When you are cloudy.
Seb. Foul weather?
Ant. Very foul.
Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,—
Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed.
Seb. Or docks, or mallows.
Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do?
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.
Gon. I'the commonwealth I would by contraries 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, successions, 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 |<
Ant. None, man; all idle; whores, and knaves. Gm. I would with such perfection govern, sir, To excel the golden age. Seb. 'Save his majesty!
Ant. Long live Gonialo!
Gon. -And, do you ma*k me, sir ?—
Alon. Pr'ythee, no more: thou dost talk nothing tome.
Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensiole and nimble lungs, that they always use to laugh at nothing.
Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.
Gon. Who, In this kind of merry fooling, am nothing to you: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.
Ant. What a blow was there given?
Seb. An It had not fallen flat-long.
Gar. You are gvntiemen of brave mettle; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.
Enter Ariel invisible, playing tolemn musick.
Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.
Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry.
Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy?
Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
[All ileep Imt Alon. Sen. and Ant.
Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I They are inclin'd to do so. [find)
Seb. Please you, sir,
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
Ant. We two, my lord,
Will guard your person, while you take your rest, And watch your safety.
Alon. Thank you; Wond'rous heavy —
[Alonso sleep*. Exit Ariel.
Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them!
Ant. It is th' quality o* th' climate.
Seb. Why Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I find not Myself dlspos'd to sleep.
Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
They fell together all, as by consent;
Ant. Do you not hear me speak?
It is a sleepy language; and thou speak *st
This is a strange repose, to be asleep
yes wide or And yet so fast asl _ , Ant. Noble Sebastian,
With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, And yet so fast asleep.
Thou let'st thy fortune sleep—die rather; wink'st Whiles thou art waking.
Seb. Thou dost snore distinctly;
There's meaning In thy snore..
Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you
Ant. Ill teach you how to flow.
Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Ant. 0, If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, Yen more Invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, Most often do so near the bottom run, By their own fear, or sloth. Seb. Pr'ythee, say on:
The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
Ant. Thus, sir i
Although this lord of weak remembrance, this
Seb. I have no hope
Ant. O, out of that no hoi",
What great hope have you ! no hope, that way, is
That Ferdinand Is drown'd?
Seb. He'" gone.
Ant. Then, tell me,
Who's the next heir of Naples?
Ant. Shethat is queen of Tunis; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples Can have no note, unless the sun were post, (The man i' th' moon's too slow,) till new-born chins Be rough and razorable: she, from whom We all weresea-swallow'd, though some cast again And, by that, destln'd to perform an act, Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, In yours and mv discharge.
Seb. MTiat stuff-is
'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of
Ant. A space whose every cubit
Seems to cry out, Horv shall that Claribel
Seb. Methinks, I do.
Ant. And how does your content
Tender your own good fortune?
Seb. I remember,
You did supplant your brother Prospero.
And, look, how well my garments sit upon me;
Seb. Thy case, deer friend,
Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,
Seh. O, but one word.
[They com tree apart. Mustc. Re-entc Ariel, invisible.
Art. My master through bis art foresees the danger
[Sings in Gonzalo's ear.
His time doth take:
Alan. Why, how now, ho ! awake! Why are you Wherefore this ghastly looking? [drawn?
Gon. What's the matter?
Seft. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? It struck mine ear most terribly.
Alon. I heard nothing.
Ant. O, twas a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions.
Atov. Herd you this, Gonxalo?
Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me: I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, I saw their weapons drawn:—there was a noise, That's verity s 'Tis best we stand upon onr guard: Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.
Alon. Lead otf this ground; and let's make further For my poor son. [search
Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts!
For he is, sure, i' th' island.
Alon. Lead away, [done:
Ari. Prospero,my lord, shall know what I have
So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt.
Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up
Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, 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[ any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i' th' wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard 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 wo 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 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
1 man : when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms 1 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 thunder-bolt. [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 bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past.
Enter Stephano, singing ; a bottle in his hand.
Here shall I die a-shore ;—
The gunner, and hi* mate, Lov'd Mall, Meg, und Marian, and Margery, But none ofut car'dfor Kate: For she had a tongue with a tang. Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang: She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch, Yet a tailor might scratch her mhere-e'er the did itch; Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. This is a scurvy tune too: Hut here's my comfort.
Cal. Do not torment me : O!
Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Inde P Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning, to he afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot make him give ground: and it shall be said so again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils.
Cal. The spirit torments me: O 1
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, pr'ythee; 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 have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him : he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.
Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt Anon, I know it by thy trembling. Now Prosper works upon thee.
Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give larpuage to you, cat; open your mouth: this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again.
Trin. I should know that voice: It should be— But he is drowned; and these arc devils: 0 .' defend me!—
Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend: his backward voice is to utter foul speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: Come, Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth.
Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! mercy I This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no long spoon.
Trin. Stephano !—if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo;—be not afeard,—thy good friend Trinculo.
Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; IH pull thee by the lesser legs : if any he Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can he vent Trinculos?
Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunderstroke:—But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I
Ste. Pr*yfhee, do not turn me about; my stomach
Cat. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites.
ste. How didst thou 'scape? How cam'st thou
Cat. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to he thy
■'['■. Here; swear then how thou escap'clst.
Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can
Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou can'st
Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this?
Stt. The whole butt, man; my cellar is In a rock
Cat. Hast thou not dropped from heaven?
Stt. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was
Cat. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee;
Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will
Trin. By this good light, this Is a very shallow
Cat. Ill shew thee every fertile inch o'th'island;
Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunk-
- Cat. 111 kiss thy foot: 111 swear myself thy subject.
We. Come on then; down, and swear.
Tri». I shall laugh myself to death at this pup-
Stt. Come, kiss.
Trin, —but that the poor monster's In drink: An
Cat. Ill shew thee the best springs; 111 pluck
Trin. A most ridiculous monster; to make a
Cat. I pr*ythee, let me bring thee where crabs
Stt. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without any
SCENE I. Before Prospero's Cell.
Enter Ferdinand, bearing a Log.
Fer. There be some sports are painful; and
Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
Enter Miranda; and Prospero at a Distance.
Mira. Alas, now! pray you,
Work not so hard: I would, the lightning had
Fer. O most dear mistress,
The sun will set, before I shall discharge
Mira. If you'll sit down,
I'll bear your logs the while: Pray, give me that:
Fer. No, precious creature:
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Jtfira. It would become me
As well as it does you : and I should do It
Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected;
This visitation shews it.
Mira. You look wearily. [me,
Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with
Mira. Miranda:—0 my father,
I have broke your hest to say so ■
Fer. Admir'd Miranda
Indeed, the top of admiration; worth
Mira. I do not know
One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Ft>-, I am in my condition,