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He's gone

Thank you.

Seb.

more:

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my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, Seb.

I have no hope for I am very heavy ?

That he's undrown'd. Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.

Ant.

0! out of that no hope, [All sleep but ALON., SEB., and Ant. What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is Alon. What! all so soon asleep? I wish mine Another way so high a hope, that even eyes

Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with find,

me, They are inclin'd to do so.

That Ferdinand is drown'd?
Seb.
Please you, sir,

Seb.
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:

Ant.

Then, tell me, It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,

Who's the next heir of Naples ? It is a comforter.

Seb.

Claribel.
Ant.
We two, my lord,

Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells Will guard your person while you take your rest, Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from And watch your safety.

Naples Alon.

Wondrous heavy. Can have no note, unless the sun were post,

[Alonso sleeps. Erit ARIEL. (The man i’ the moon's too slow,) till new-born chins Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Be rough and razorable; she, from whom Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.

We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again; Seb.

Why

And by that destiny to perform an act,
Doth it not, then, our eye-lids sink? I find not Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come,
Myself dispos'd to sleep.

In yours and my discharge.
Ant.
No I: my spirits are nimble.

What stuff is this !-How say you ? They fell together all, as by consent;

'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, So is she heir of Naples ; 'twixt which regions Worthy Sebastian ? -0! what might ? - No There is some space.

Ant.

A space whose every cubit And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,

Seems to cry out, “How shall that Claribel What thou would'st be. Th' occasion speaks thee, || Measure is back to Naples ?"-Keep in Tunis, and

And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death My strong imagination sees a crown

That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no Dropping upon thy head. Seb.

What! art thou waking ? Than now they are. There be, that can rule Naples Ant. Do you not hear me speak?

As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate Seb.

I do; and, surely, As amply, and unnecessarily, It is a sleepy language, and thou speak'st

As this Gonzalo; I myself could make Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say ? A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore This is a strange repose, to be asleep

The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, For your advancement! Do you understand me?
And yet so fast asleep.

Seb. Methinks, I do.
Ant.
Noble Sebastian,

Ant.

And how does your content Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die rather; wink'st Tender your own good fortune ? Whiles thou art waking.

Seb.

I remember, Seb.

Thou dost snore distinctly: You did supplant your brother Prospero. There's meaning in thy snores.

Ant.

True: Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you And look how well my garments sit upon me; Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,

Much feater than before. My brother's servants Trebles thee o'er.

Were then my fellows, now they are my men. Seb. Well; I am standing water.

Seb. But, for your conscienceAnt. I'll teach you how to flow.

Ant. Ay, sir ; where lies that? if it were a kybe, Seb.

Do so: to ebb "Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not Hereditary sloth instructs me.

This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences, Anl.

0!

That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they, If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, No better than the earth he lies upon, You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,

If he were that which now he's like—that's dead, Most often do so near the bottom run

Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it, By their own fear, or sloth.

Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you, doing thus, Seb.

Pr’ythee, say on. To the perpetual wink for aye might put The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,

Should not upbraid our course: for all the rest, Which throes thee much to yield.

They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk; Ant.

Thus, sir.

They'll tell the clock to any business that Although this lord of weak remembrance, this We say befits the hour. (Who shall be of as little memory,

Seb.

Thy case, dear friend, When he is earth'd) hath here almost persuaded Shall be my precedent: as thou got'st Milan, (For he's a spirit of persuasion, only

I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke Professes to persuade) the king, his son's alive, Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st, 'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd,

And I the king shall love thee. As he that sleeps here, swims.

Ant.

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And when I rear my hand, do you the like, For bringing wood in slowly : I'll fall flat;
To fall it on Gonzalo.

Perchance, he will not mind me.
Seb.
O! but one word.

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub to hear off [They converse apart. any weather at all, and another storm brewing; 1 Re-enter IEL, (invisible,) with music and song.

hear it sing i' the wind : yond' same black cloud.

yond' huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would Ari. My master through his art foresees the shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it did danger

before, I know not where to hide my head : yond' That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth

same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.(For else his project dies) to keep them living. What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or

(Sings in Gonzalo's ear. alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient While you here do snoring lie,

and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Open-ey'd conspiracy

Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England His time doth lake.

now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, If of life you keep a care,

not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of Shake of slumber, and beware ;

silver: there would this monster make a man: any Awake! Awake!

strange beast there makes a man. When they will

not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they wil Ant. Then, let us both be sudden. Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king !

lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a

man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! [They wake.

I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer: Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are

this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately you drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking ?

suffered by a thunder-bolt.--[Thunder.]— Alas!

the storm is come again : my best way is to creep Gon.

What's the matter ? Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,

under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter

hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing

bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of the Like bulls, or rather lions : did it not wake you?

storm be past. It struck mine ear most terribly. Alon.

I heard nothing Enter STEPHANO, singing; a botlle in his hand. Ant. O! 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear,

Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,
To make an earthquake: sure, it was the roar

Here shall I die a-shore.-
Of a whole herd of lions.
Alon.

Heard you this, Gonzalo? This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral. Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, Well, here's my comfort.

[Drinks. And that a strange one too, which did awake me. I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd,

The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, I saw their weapons drawn.— There was a noise,

The gunner, and his mate, That's verity: 'tis best we stand upon our guard,

Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, Or that we quit this place. Let's draw our weapons.

But none of us card for Kate ; Alon. Lead off this ground, and let's make further

For she had a tongue with a tang, search

Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang: For my poor son.

She lov'd not the savour of tar, nor of pitch, Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts, Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er she did itch; For he is, sure, i' the island.

Then, to sea, boys, and let her hang. Alon.

[E.reunt.

This is a scurvy tune too; but here's my comfort. Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done :

Cal. Do not torment me: 0! So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Erit. Sle. What's the matter? Have we devils here!

Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men SCENE II.- Another part of the Island.

of Inde? Ha! I have not ’scap'd drowning, to be Enter Caliban, with a burden of wood. afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said,

as proper a man as ever went on four legs cannot A noise of thunder heard.

make him give ground, and it shall be said so again, Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up

while Stephano breathes at nostrils. From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him

Cal. The spirit torments me: 0! By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,

Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four And yet I needs must curse; but they'll nor pinch, legs, who hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire,

the devil should he learn our language? I will give Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark

him some relief, if it be but for that: if I can Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but

recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples For every trifle are they set upon me:

with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever Sometime 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, pr’ythee: I'll bring my Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount

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, Enter Trinculo.

I 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.

Lead away.

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Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt Ste. Pr’ythee, do not turn me about: my stomach anon, I know it by thy trembling: now Prosper is not constant. works upon thee.

Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. Ste. Come on your ways: open your mouth; That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor : here is that which will give language to you, cat.

I will kneel to him. Open your mouth: this will shake your shaking, I Ste. How didst thou 'scape? How cam’st thou can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam’st who's your friend ; open your chaps again.

hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the Trin. I should know that voice. It should be sailors heaved over-board, by this bottle! which I but he is drowned, and these are devils. O! defend made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, ine!

since I was cast a-shore. Ste. Four legs, and two voices! a most delicate Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy true monster. His forward voice, now, is to speak well subject, for the liquor is not earthly. of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul Šte. Here : swear, then, how thou escap'dst. speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck. I can will recover him, I will help his ague. Come,- swim like a duck, I'll be sworn. Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth. Ste. Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst Trin. Stephano!

swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose. Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me ? Mercy ! Trin. O Stephano! hast any more of this ? mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave Ste. The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock him ; I have no long spoon.

by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, Trin. Stephano !—if thou beest Stephano, touch moon-calf! how does thine ague ? me, and speak to me, for I am Trinculo :—be not Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? afeard,—thy good friend Trinculo.

Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth. I'll pull the man in the moon, when time was. thee by the lesser legs : if any be Trinculo's legs, Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee: these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed! my mistress showed me thee, and thy dog, and thy How cam’st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? | bush. Can he vent Trinculos ?

Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book : I will Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunder- furnish it anon with new contents : swear. stroke. But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm monster :- I afeard of him ?-a very weak monster. overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's — The man i' the moon !-a most poor credulous gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou monster.—Well drawn, monster, in good sooth. living, Stephano! O Stephano! two Neapolitans Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the island; 'scap'd ?

and I will kiss thy foot. I pr’ythee, be my god.

me?

Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken To snare the nimble marmozet: I'll bring thee monster : when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. To clustering filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee

Cal. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy Young sea-malls from the rock: Wilt thou go with subject. Ste. Come on, then ; down, and swear.

Ste. I pr’ythee now, lead the way, without any Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy more talking.–Trinculo, the king and all our comheaded monster. A most scurvy monster: I could pany else being drown'd, we will inherit here.find in my heart to beat him,

Here; bear my bottle.—Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill Ste. Come, kiss.

him by and by again. Trin. —But that the poor monster's in drink.

Cal. Farewell, master ; farewell, farewell. An abominable monster !

[Sings drunkenly. Cal. I'll show thee the best springs ; I'll pluck thee berries;

Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster. I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.

Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish; A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!

Nor fetch in firing I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,

At requiring, Thou wondrous man.

Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish; Trin. A most ridiculous monster, to make a

Bam'Ban, Ca-Caliban, wonder of a poor drunkard !

Has a new master-Get a nero man. Cal. I pr’ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;

Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom! And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts;

hey-day, freedom! Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. (Ereunt.

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SCENE I.— Before Prospero's Cell. I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time
Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log.

The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage

Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues Fer. There be some sports are painful, and their Have I lik'd several women; never any labour

With so full soul, but some defect in her Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd, Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters And put it to the foil: but you, O you ! Point to rich ends. This my mean task

So perfect, and so peerless, are created Would be as heavy to me, as odious; but

Of every creature's best. The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead, Mira.

I do not know And makes my labours pleasures : 0! she is One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed ; Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen And he's composed of harshness. I must remove More that I may call men, than you, good friend, Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up, And my dear father: how features are abroad, Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty, Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such (The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish baseness

Any companion in the world but you; Had never like executor. 1 forget:

Nor can imagination form a shape, But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle labours;

Something too wildly, and my father's precepts Most busy, least when I do it.

I therein do forget.
Fer.

I am, in my condition,
Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance.

A prince, Miranda ; I do think, a king; Mira.

Alas! now, pray you, || (I would, not so !) and would no more endure Work not so hard : I would, the lightning had This wooden slavery, than to suffer Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile. The flesh-Ay blow my mouth.—Hear my soul Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns,

speak: 'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father The very instant that I saw you, did Is hard at study; pray now rest yourself:

My heart fly to your service; there resides, He's safe for these three hours.

To make me slave to it; and for your sake, Fer.

O, most dear mistress! Am I this patient log-man. The sun will set, before I shall discharge

Mira.

Do you love me? What I must strive to do.

Fer. O heaven! O earth! bear witness to this Mira. If you'll sit down,

sound, I'll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that: | And crown what I profess with kind event, I'll carry it to the pile.

If I speak true; if hollowly, invert
Fer.

No, precious creature: What best is boded me to mischief! I,
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Beyond all limit of what else i' the world,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,

Do love, prize, honour you.
While I sit lazy by:

Mira.

I am a fool,
Mira.
It would become me

To weep at what I am glad of.
As well as it does you; and I should do it

Pro.

Fair encounter With much more ease, for my good will is to it, Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace And yours it is against.

On that which breeds between them!
Pro.
Poor worm! thou art infected; Fer.

Wherefore weep you? This visitation shows it.

Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer Mira. You look wearily.

What I desire to give : and much less take, Fer. No, noble mistress ; 'tis fresh morning with What I shall die to want. But this is trifling; me,

And all the more it seeks to hide itself, When you are by at night. I do beseech you, The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning! Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers,

And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! What is your name?

I am your wife, if you will marry me; Mira.

Miranda.–O my father! If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow I have broke your hest to say so.

You may deny me; but I'll be your servant, Fer.

Admir'd Miranda! Whether you will or no. Indeed, the top of admiration; worth

Fer.

My mistress, dearest, What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady And I thus humble ever.

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