ARIEL sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'dfather: Pro. It goes on, (Aside.) As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free Within two days for this. [thee. Fer. Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe, my prayer May know, if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction give, How I may bear me here: My prime request, Which I do last pronouce, is, O, you wonder! If you be made or no? Mira. But, certainly a maid. Per. No wonder, sir; My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken. Pro. How! the best? What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples: He does hear me; And, that he does, 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! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan And his brave son, being twain. Pro. The duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could control thee If now 'twere fit to do't:-At the first sight (Aside.) They have chang'd eyes:-Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good sir; I fear you have done yourself some wrong: A word. I will resist such entertainment, till No; (He draws.) O, dear father, Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle, and not fearful. Pro. What, I say, My foot my tutor! Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike, thy conscience Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; Pro. Mira. My affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man. Pro. Come on; obey: (To Ferd. Thy nerves are in their infancy again, And have no vigour in them. Fer. So they are: My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. Pro. Pro. Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds: but then exactly do ACT II. SCENE I.-Another part of the Island. Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause Alon. Pr'ythee, peace. Gon. Sir, Seb. One-Tell. Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd, Comes to the entertainer Seb. A dollar. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have Ant. Fy, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Gon. Well, I have done: But yet Seb. He will be talking. 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 Eneas 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. Adr. 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. Gon. Ay? Ant. Why, in good time. Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the marriage 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. Gon. When I 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 Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Ant. He could not miss it. Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance. Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. [livered. [green! Seb. 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. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter, Claribel, to the king of Tunis. Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return. Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to their queen. My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Fran. Sir, he may live; I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, The surge most swoln that met him? his bold head A lon. No, no, he's gone. Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss; Pr'ythee, peace. Your own. Gon. I' the commonwealth, I would by contraries And women too; but innocent and pure: Seb. Gon. All things in common nature should produce Seb. No marrying among his subjects? Ant. None, man; all idie; whores, and knaves. Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, To excel the golden age. 'Save his majesty! Seb. Ant. Long live Gonzalo! Goa. And, do you mark me, sir?- [me. Alon. Pr'y thee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible 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! Gon. You are gentlemen 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 solemn music. 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 sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant.) Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thonghts: I They are inclin'd to do so. [find, Seb. Please you, sir, It is a comforter. Ant. We two, my lord, Will guard your person, while you take your rest, Thank you: Wondrous heavy. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Worthy Sebastian?-O, what might?-No more:And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee; My strong imagination sees a crown Dropping upon thy head. Seb. [and What, art thou waking? Ant. Do you not hear me speak? Seb. I do; and, surely, It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep: What is it thou did'st say? This is a strange repose, to be asleep 0, If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, Pr'ythee, say on: Ant. Thus, sir: Although this lord of weak remembrance, this (Who shall be of as little memory, 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. That Ferdinand is drown'd? Seb. Ant. Will you grant, with [me, Then, tell me, He's gone. Claribel. Who's the next heir of Naples? Seb. Ant. A space whose every cubit As this Gonzalo; I myself could make And how does your content I remember, 8 TEMPEST. "Twould put me to my slipper: But I feel not If he were that which now he's like; whom I, Seb. Draw together: Seb. O, but one word. (They converse apart.) Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger (Sings in Gonzalo's ear.) While you here do snoring lie, His time doth take: If of life you keep a care, Awake! Awake! Ant. Then let us both be sudden. (They wake.) Alon. Alon. Lead away. done : So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. SCENE II. Another part of the Island. up Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks [ACT II. Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand. Here shall I die ashore;— This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral; The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, The gunner, and his mate, Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch, 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? Ha! I have not 'scap'd 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: 0! Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four the devil should he learn our language? I will give legs; who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where 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; 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 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 i you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again. Trin. I should know that voice: It should beBut he is drowned; and these are devils: O! 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. Trin. Stephano, Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! merey! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no lorg 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; I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can be vent Trinculos? Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunderstroke:-But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I bope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm everblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm: And art thouliving, 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. That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor: I will kneel to him. Ste. How did'st thou 'scape? how cam'st thou hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors beaved over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast a-shore. Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy True subject; for the liquor is not earthly. Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap'dst. Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; swim like a duck, I'll be sworn. I can Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose. 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? Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was. Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee: My mistress shewed 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 monster:-I afeard of him?-a very weak monster: -The man i' the moon?-a most poor credulous monster: Well drawn, monster, in good sooth. Cal. I'll shew 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 subSte. Come on then; down, and swear. [ject. Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy. headed monster: A most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him, Ste. Come, kiss. Tris. -but that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster! [thee berries; Cal. I'll shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Thou wond'rous man. Trin. A most ridiculous monster; to make a wonder of a poor drunkard. Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I, with my long nails, will dig thee pig-nuts; Shew 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 Young sea-mells from the rock: Wilt thou go with me? Ste. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without any more talking.-Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here.Here; bear my bottle. Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. Cal. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell. At requiring, Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish; 'Ban, 'Ban, Ca-Caliban, 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. [Exeunt. ACT III. SCENE I.-Before Prospero's Cell. Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log. Fer. There be some sports are painful; but their Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness Enter MIRANDA ; and PROSPERO at a distance. . 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 Poor worm! thou art infected; This visitation shews it. Mira. Admir'd Miranda! |