Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you Must be so too, if heed me; which to do, Trebles thee o'er. Seb. Well; I am standing water. Ant. I'll teach you how to flow. Hereditary sloth instructs me. If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, Seb. Pr'ythee, say on: The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim Ant. Thus, sir: Although this lord of weak remembrance, this (Who shall be of as little meinory, When he is earth'd) hath here almost persuaded (For he's a spirit of persuasion only,) The king, his son's alive; 'tis as impossible That he's undrown'd as he that sleeps here, swims. Seb. I have no hope That he's undrown'd. Ant. O, out of that no hope, What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is Another way so high an hope, that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with That Ferdinand is drown'd: [me Ant. She that 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' the moon's too slow,) till new-born chins Be rough and razorable; she, from whom We were all sea-swallowed, though some cast again; Seb. What stuff is this?-How say you? Tis true my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis ; So is she heir of Naples: 'twixt which regions There is some space. Ant. A space whose every cubit And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death As this Gonzalo; I myself could make A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore For your advancement! Do you understand me? Ant. And how does your content You did supplant your brother Prospero. And, look, how well my garments sit upon me; Ant. Ay, Sir; where lies that? if it were a kibe, If he were that which now he's like; whom I, Seb. Thy case, dear friend, Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan, I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st; And I the king shall love thee. Ant. Draw together: And when I rear my hand, do you the like, To fall it on Gonzalo. Seb. O, but one word. [They converse apart. + Ever. Music.-Re-enter ARIEL invisible. Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth (For else his project dies,) to keep them living. [Sings in Gonzalo's ear. While you here do snoring lie, His time doth take: If of life you keep a care, Ant. Then let us both be sudden. Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king! [They wake. Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you Wherefore this ghastly looking? Gon. What's the matter? [drawn? Seb. 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. Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo ? Gon. Upon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one two, which did awake me: I shaked you, Sir, and cried; as mine eyes open'd, I saw their weapons drawn:-there was a noise, That's verity: 'best stand upon our guard; Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further For my poor son. Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! For he is, sure, i' the island. Alon. Lead away. [search Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done: So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Aside. [Exeunt. SCENE II-Another Part of the Island. Enter CALIBAN, with a Burden of Wood. Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up And yet I needs must curse. But they'll not pinch, Sometimes like apes, that moe* and chatter at me, Enter TRINCULO. Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, 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 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 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 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. Legg'd 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 suffer'd 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. Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea, Here shall I die a-shore Make mouths. hold beer. + A black-jack of leather, to The frock of a peasant. This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: Well, here's my comfort. [Drinks. The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and 1, Loved Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, For she had a tongue with a tang She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch, This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort. Cal. Do not torment me: 0! Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Inde? 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, cannot make him give ground: and it shall be said so again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils. Cal. The spirit torments me: O! 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, pry'thee: 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 language 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 * India. |