She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch, I escap'd upon a butt of sack, which the sailors Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy Cal. Do not torment me: O! Cal. The spirit torments me: 0! Ste. Here, kiss the book: though thou canst swim Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this? Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf? How does thine ague? Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee; I'll bring my wood home faster. Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; My mistress showed me thee, thy dog, and bush. Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: swear. Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after monster:-I afeard of him?-a very weak monster: the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have-The man i' the moon?- a most poor credulous never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove monster:-well drawn, monster, in good sooth. 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 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-| but he is drowned; and these are devils: O! defend me! Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the island. And kiss thy foot: I pr'ythee, be my god. Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster; when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. Cal. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy sub ject. Ste. Come on then; down, and swear. Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppyheaded monster: a most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him, Ste. Come, kiss. Trin. but that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster! Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries; Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to speak well I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bot-I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, tle will recover him, I will help his ague: come,- Thou wondrous man. Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth. Trin. Stephano, Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! mercy! this is a devil, and no monster: I will leave nim; 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. Trin. A most ridiculous monster; to make a wonder of a poor drunkard. Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; me? And I, with my long nails, will dig thee pig-nuts; Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull Young sea-mells3 from the rock. Wilt thou go with thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: Ste. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without any how cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? more talking.-Trinculo, the king and all our comCan he vent Trinculos? pany else being drowned, we will inherit here.Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunder-Here; bear my bottle: Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill stroke-But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I him by and by again. hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm over-blown! I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm: and art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd! Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant. Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. Ste. How didst thou 'scape? How cam'st thou nither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. (1) India. (2) Stool. (3) Sea-gulls. Cal. Farewell master; farewell, farewell. [Sings drunkenly. At requiring, Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish; Has a new master-Get a new man. Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom: freedom hey-day, freedom! Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. [Exeun Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness baseness Had ne'er like executor. I forget: But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Most busy-less, when I do it. Enter Miranda; and Prospero at a distance. Mira. Alas, now! pray you, Work not so hard: I would, the lightning had Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile! Pray set it down, and rest you: when this burns, "Twill weep for having wearied you. My father Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself: He's safe for these three hours. Fer. O most dear mistress, The sun will set, before I shall discharge What I must strive to do. Mira. If you'll sit down, i'll bear your logs the while: pray give me that; I'll carry it to the pile. Fer. No, precious creature: I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by. Mira. It would become me As well as it does you: and I should do it With much more ease; for my good will is to it, And yours against. Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected; This visitation shows it. Mira. You look wearily. Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me, When you are by at night. I do beseech you Mira. More that I may call men, than you, good friend, Fer. A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king; And crown what I profess with kind event, To weep at what I am glad of. I am a fool, Fair encounter Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them! Fer. Wherefore weep you? Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give; and much less take, What I shall die to want: But this is trifling. And all the more it seeks to hide itself, The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning' And prompt me, plain and holy innocence! I am your wife, if you will marry me; If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow You may deny me; but I'll be your servant, Whether you will or no. Fer. And I thus humble ever. Mira. My mistress, dearest, My husband then? Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. A thousand thousand! [Exil. SCENE II.-Another part of the Island. Enter Stephano and Trinculo; Caliban following with a bottle. Ste. Tell not me;-when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and board 'em: Servant-monster, drink to me. Trin. Servant-monster? the folly of this island! They say, there's but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if the other two be brained like us, the state totters. Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bi thee: thy eyes are almost set in thy head. Trin. Where should they be set else? he were Ja brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail. C Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off. Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied? Ste. Do I so? take thou that. [strikes him.] As you like this, give me the lie another time. Trin. I did not give the lie :-Out o' your wits, and hearing too?-A pox o' your bottle! this can sack and drinking do.-A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers! Cal. Ha, ha, ha! Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pr'ythee, stand further off. Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time, Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster; I am in case to justle a constable: Why, thou deboshed' fish thou, was there ever man a coward, that hath I' drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish, and half a monster? Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord? Trin. Lord, quoth he!-that a monster should De such a natural! Ste. Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log One spirit to command: They all do hate him, Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I pr'ythee. As rootedly as I: Burn but his books; Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head; He has brave utensils (for so he calls them,) if you prove a mutineer, the next tree-The poor Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withe monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indig- And that most deeply to consider, is nity. Enter Ariel, invisible. Cal. As I told thee Before, I am subject to a tyrant; A sorcerer, that by his cunning hath Cheated me of this island. Ari. Thou liest. Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou: I would my valiant master would destroy thee; I do not lie. Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth. Trin. Why, I said nothing. Ste. Mum then, and no more.-[To Caliban.] Ca. I say, by sorcery he got this isle; Ste. That's most certain. Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Ste. How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party? Cal. Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him thee asleep, Cal. What a pied ninny's this! Thou scurvy I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows, [him Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger; interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fish of thee. The beauty of his daughter; he himself Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be king and queen; (save our graces!) and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys:-Dos thou like the plot, Trinculo? Trin. Excellent. Ste. Give me thy hand; I am sorry I beat theo, but, while thou livest, keep a good .ongue in th head. Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep: Ste. sure; Let us be jocund: Will you troll the catch Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reasor any reason: Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. [Sings Flout 'em, and skout 'em; and skout 'em, an Cal. That's not the tune. [Ariel plays the tune on a labor and pip. Ste. What is this same? Trin. This is the tune of our catch, played b the picture of No-body. Ste. If thou beest a man, show thyself in th likeness; if thou beest a devil, take't as thou list. Trin. O, forgive me my sins! Ste. He that dies, pays all debts: I defy thee. Mercy upon us! Cal. Art thou afeard? Ste. No, monster, not I. Cal. Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Ready to drop upon me; that, when I wak'd, Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the story. Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow it, and after, do our work. Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow.-I would, I could see this taborer: he lays it on. Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano. [Exeunt. (For, certes,' these are people of the island,) Thou hast said well; for some of you there present, (Although they want the use of tongue,) a kind [Aside. Will't please you taste of what is here? Not I. Gon. Faith, Sir, you need not fear: When we were boys, En-Who would believe that there were mountaineers, SCENE III-Another part of the Island. Gon. By'r lakin,' I can go no further, sir; I needs must rest me. Seb. The next advantage Let it be to-night; For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they I say, to-night: no more. at them Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men, Each putter-out on five for one, will bring us Alon. I will stand to, and feed, Thunder and lightning. Enter Ariel like a har Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows Solemn and strange music; and Prospero above, Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bring-Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs ing in a banquet; they dance about it with gen-Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish tle actions of salutation; and inviting the king, One dowle' that's in my plume; my fellow-ministers &c. to eat, they depart. Are like invulnerable: if you could hurt, Your swords are now too massy for your strengths, Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, And will not be uplifted: But, remember hark! Gon. Marvellous sweet music! Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens!-Wha' were these? Seb. A living drollery:2 Now I will believe, If in Naples (1) Our lady. (2) Show. (3) Certainly. (For that's my business to you,) that you three from (Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads,) is nothing, but heart's sorrow And a clear life ensuing. Sour-ey'd disdain, and discord, shall bestrew The union of your bed with weeds so loably, He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter That you shall hate it both: therefore, take need, the Shapes again, and dance with mops and As Hymen's lamps shall light you. mowes, and carry out the table. Pro. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: And these, mine enemies, are all knit up [Exit Prospero from above. Gon. I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you In this strange stare? Seb. Gon. All three of them [Exit. But one fiend at a time, I'll be thy second. [Exeunt Seb. and Ant. are desperate; their Like poison given to work a great time after, ACT IV. Follow, I pray you. [Exeunt. Fer. As I hope With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den, For quiet days, fair issue, and long life, The most opportune place, the strongest suggestion Our worser Genius can, shall never melt Mine honour into lust; to take away The edge of that day's celebration, When I shall think, or Phoebus' steeds are founder' Or night kept chair'd below. Pro. Fairly spoke. Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own.What, Ariel: my industrious servant Ariel! Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary,* SCENE 1.-Before Prospero's cell. Enter Pros- Rather than want a spirit; appear, and pertly. pero, Ferdinand,' and Miranda. Pro. If I have too austerely punish'd you, Your compensation makes amends; for I Have given you here a thread of mine own life, Or that for which I live; whom once again I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven, I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand, Do not smile at me, that I boast her off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, And make it halt behind her. Fer. Against an oracle. I do believe it, Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: Bu If thou dost break her virgin knot before All sanctimonious ceremonies may With full and holy rite be minister'd, No sweet aspersion' shall the heavens let fall To make this contract grow; but barren hate, (1) Pure, blaineless. 2) Alienation of mind. No tongue; all eyes; be silent. [Soft music A Masque. Enter Iris. Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich teas Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, |