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Pros. No, wench: it eats and sleeps and hath I'll manacle thy neck and feet together; 461 such senses
Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest The fresh-brook mussels, wither'd roots and Was in the wreck; and, but he's something husks stain'd
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
Mine enemy has more power.
(Draws, and is charmed from moving. A thing divine, for nothing natural
() dear father, I ever saw so noble.
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle and not fearful.
What! I free thee
420 My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor; Within two days for this.
Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy For. Most sure, the goddess conscience
470 On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward, May know if you remain upon this island; For I can here disarm thee with this stick And that you will some good instruction give And make thy weapon drop. How I may bear me here: my prime request, Mir.
you, father. Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! Pros. Hence! hang not on my garments. If you be maid or no ?
Sir, have pity; Mir. No wonder, sir;
I'll be his surety. But certainly a maid.
Silence ! one word more Feri
My language! heavens ! Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! I am the best of them that speak this specch, An advocate for an impostor! Hush ! [he, Were I but where 'tis spoken.
Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as Pros.
How? the best? 430 Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench! What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee? To the most of men this is a Calibən, 480
Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders And they to him are angels. To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me; ilir.
My affections And that he does I weep: myself am Naples, Are then most humble! I have no ambition Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld To see a goodlier man. The king my father wreck'd.
Come on; obey: Mir.
Alack, for mercy! Thy nerves are in their infancy again Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke And have no vigor in them. of Milan
So they are: And his brave son being twain.
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. Pros.
(A side] The Duke of Milan My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, And his more braver daughter could control thee, The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight 440 threats, They have changed eyes.
Delicate Ariel, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, I'll set thee free for this. (To Fer.) A word, Might I but through my prison once a day 490 good sir;
(word. Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a Let liberty make use of; space enough
Mir. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Have I in such a prison. Is the third man that e'er I saw,
Pros. (side) It works. (To Fer.) Come on. That e er I sigh'd for: pity move my father Thou hast done well, fine Ariel ! [To For.) To be inclined my way!
(To Ari.) Hark what thou else shalt do me. And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Wir.
Be of comfort; The Queen of Naples.
My father's of a better nature, sir, Pros.
Soft, sir, one word more. Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted (A side) They are both in either's powers; but Which now came from him. this swift business
Thou shalt be as free I must uncasy make, lest too light winning As mountain winds; but then exactly do Make the prize light. (To Fer.) One word All points of my command. more; I charge thee
To the syllable. 500 That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp Pros. Come, follow. Speak not for him. The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself
(Exeunt. Upon this island as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on't.
ACT II. Fer,
No, as I am a man. Mir. There's nothing ill can dwell in such SCENE I. Another part of the isiand.
a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONGood things will strive to dwell th't.
ZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. Pros.
Follow me. Gon. Beseech you, sir, be merry, you have Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come; cause,
So have we all, of joy : for our escape
Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woc Gon. Methinks our garments are now as Is common; every day some sailor's wife, fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, at The masters of some merchant and the merchant the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle, to the King of Tunis.
71 I mean our preservation, few in millions
Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh well in our return. Our sorrow with our comfort.
Adr. Tunis was never graced before with A lon.
such a paragon to their queen. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. 1
Widow! a pox o' that! How came Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his that widow in? widow Dido! wit; by and by it will strike.
Seb. What if he had said.widower Æneas' Gon. Sir,
too?, Good Lord, how you take it! Seb. One: tell.
Adr. Widow Dido,' said you? you make me Gor. When every grief is entertain'd that's study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. offer'd,
Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Comes to the entertainer
Adr. Carthage? Seb. A dollar.
Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Gon. Dolor comes to him, indeed: you have Seb. His word is more than the miraculous spoken truer than you purposed.
20 harp; he hath raised the wall and houses too. Scb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant Ånt. What impossible matter will he make Gor. Therefore, my lord,
Seb. I think he will carry this island home in Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his his pocket, and give it to his son for an apple. 91 tongue!
Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the Alon. I prithee, spare.
sea, bring forth more islands. Gon. Well, I have done; but yet,
Gon. Ay Seb. He will be talking.
Ant. Why, in good time. Ant. Which, of he or Adrian, for a good Gon. Sir, we were talking that our garments wager, first begins to crow?
seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at Šeb. The old cock.
30 the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. Art. The cockerel.
Ant And the rarest that e'er came there. Seb. Done. The wager?
Seb. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. 100 Ant. A laughter.
Ant. 0, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido. Seb. A match!
Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, — first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. Seb. Ha, ha, ha! So, you're paid.
Art. That sort was well fished for. Adr. Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's Seb. Yet,
marriage? Adr. Yet,
dlon. You cram these words into mine ears Asut, He could not miss't.
40 against Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender and The stomach of my sense. Would I had never delicate temperance.
Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. My son is lost, and, in my rate, she too Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly who is so far from Italy removed
I ne'er again shall see her. Othou mine heir Adr. The air breathes upon us here most of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish sweetly.
Hath made his meal on thee? Seb. As if it had lungs and rotten ones. Fran.
Sir, he may live: Ant. Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen, I saw him beat the surges under him, Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life. And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Ant. True; save means to live.
50 Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted Seb. Of that there's none, or little.
The surge most swoln that met him; his bold Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! head how green!
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.
Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Seb. With an eye of green in't.
To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd Aut. He misses not much.
As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt
No, no, he's gone. deed almost beyond credit,
Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this Seb. As many vouched rarities are.
great loss. Gon. That our garments, being, as they That would not bless our Europe with your were, drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding daughter, their freshness and glosses, being rather new- But rather lose her to an African; dved than stained with salt water.
Where she at least is banish'd from your eye, Ant. If but one of his pockets would speak, Who hath cause to wet the griet on't. would it not say he lies ?
Seb. You were kneel'd to and importuned Enter Ariel, invisible, playing solemn music. otherwise
Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. By all of us, and the fair soul herself
Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Weigh'd between loathness and obedience, at 130 Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure Which end o' the beam should bow. We have my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me lost your son,
asleep, for I am very heavy? I fear, forever; Milan and Naples have
Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
190 Móre widows in them of this business' making (All sleep except A lon., Seb., and Ant. Then we bring men to comfort them:
Alon. What? all so soon asleep! I wish The fault's your own. Alon,
So is the dear'st o' the loss. Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: Gon. My Lord Sebastian,
Please you, sir, When you should bring the plaster.
Do not omit the heavy offer of it: Seb.
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, Ant. And most chirurgeonly.
140 | It is a comforter. Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, Ant.
We two, my lord, When you are cloudy.
Will guard your person
your rest, Seb. Foul weather ?
And watch your safety. Ant.
Very foul. Alox, Thank you. Wondrous heavy. Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,
(Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariei. Ant. He'd sow't with nettle-seed.
Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses Seó. Or docks, or mallows.
them! Gon. And were the king on't, what would I do? Ant. It is the quality o' the climate. Seb. 'Scape being drunk for want of wine. Seb.
Why 200 Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by con- Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not traries
Myself disposed to slecp. Execute all things; for no kind of traffic
Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. Would I admit; no name of magistrate: They fell together all, as by consent; Letters should not be known; riches, poverty, They dropp d, as by a thunder-stroke. What And use of service, none; contract, succession, might, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; Worthy Sebastian? O,what might? —No more:No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ;
And yet methinks I see it in thy face (and No occupation; all men idle, all;
What thou shouldst be; the occasion speaks thee,
Dropping upon thy head.
What! art thou waking ? Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth Ant. Do you not hear me speak? forgets the beginning:
do; and surely Gon. All things in common nature should It is a sleepy language, and thou speak'st 211 produce
Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say ? Without sweat or endeavor; treason, felony, 160 This is a strange repose, to be asleep. ling, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, With eyes wide open : standing, speaking, movWould I not have; but nature should bring forth, And yet so fast asleep. Ofits own kind, all foison, all abundance,
Noble Sebastian, To feed my innocent people.
Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die, rather; wink'st Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects ? Whiles thou art waking. Ant. None, man: all idle: whores and knaves. Seb.
Thou dost snore distinctly; Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, There's meaning in thy snores. To excel the golden age.
Ant. I am more serious than my custom; you Seb.
God save his majesty! Must be so too, if heed me; which to do
Trebles thee o'er.
Well, I am standing water. Alon. Prithee, no more: thou dost talk no- Ant. I'll teach you how to flow. thing to me
Do so: to ebb Gon. I do well believe your highness; and Hereditary sloth instructs me. did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, Aut.
o who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that If you but knew how you the purpose cherish they always use to laugh at nothing.
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, Ånt. 'Twas you we laughed at.
You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, Gon. Who in this kind of merry fooling am Most often do so near the bottom run nothing to you: so you may continue and laugh By their own fear or sloth. at nothing still.
Prithee, say on: Ant. What a blow was there given ! 180 The setting of thine eye and check proclaim Sco. An it had not fallen flat-long.
A matter from thee, and a birth indeed 230 Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you Which throes thee much to yield. would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she Ant.
Thus, sir: would continue in it five weeks without changing. Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,
Who shall be of as little memory
They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk; When he is earth’d, hath here almost persuaded,-- They'll tell the clock to any business that For he's a spirit of persuasion, only
We say befits the hour. Professes to persuade,--the king his son's alive, Sib.
Thy case, dear friend, 290 'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd
Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan, As he thai sleeps here swims.
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke Srb.
I have no hope Shalltree thee from the tribute which thou payest That he's undrown'd.
And I the king shall love thee. 1nt. 0, out of that no hope,' Ant.
Draw together: What great hope have you! no hope that way is And when I rear my hand, do you the like, Another way so high a hope that even 241 To fall it on Gonzalo. Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, (me Seb. O, but one word. (They talk apart But doubt discovery there. Will you grant with That Ferdinand is drown'd ?
Re-enter ARIEL, invisible.
Ari. My master through his art foresees the Ant.
Then, tell me,
danger Who's the next heir of Naples?
you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth S...
For else his project dies--to keep them living. Ant. She that is Queen of Tunis: she that
[Sings in Gonzalo's ear. dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from
While you here do snoring lie, 300 Naples
Open-eyed conspiracy Can have no note, unless the sun were post
His time doth take. The mani'the moon's too slow-till newborn chins
If of life you keep a care, Be rough and razorable; she that --from whom
Shake off slumber, and beware : We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast
Awake, awake! again, And by that destiny to perform an act
Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
Gon. Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come
Now, good angels In yours and my discharge.
Preserve the king
(They wake. What stuff is this ! how say you ?
Alon. Why, how now? ho, awake! Why 'Tistrue, my brother's daughter'sQueen of Tunis; are you drawn? So is she heir of Naples : 'twixt which regions
Wherefore this ghastly looking? There is some space.
What's the matter? Ant. A space whose every cubit
Seb. Whiles westood here securing your repose, Seems to cry out, · How shall that Claribel
Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Measure us back to Naples ! Keep in Tunis, Like bulls, or rather lions : did't not wake you? And let Sebastian wake. Say, this were death It struck mine ear most terribly. That now hath seized them; why, they were no
I heard nothing. 261
Ant. 0, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear, Than now they are. There be that can rule Naples To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar As well as he that sleeps ; lords that can prate
Of a whole herd of lions. As amply and unnecessarily
Heard you this, Gonzalo? As this Gonzalo; I myself could make
Gon. Upon mine honor, sir, I heard a humA chough of as deep chat. O, that
you The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
And that a strange one too, which did awake me: For your advancement! Do you understand me?
I shaked you, sir, and cried: as mine eyes open'd, Seb. Methinks I do.
I saw their weapons drawn: there was a noise, 320 Ant.
And how does your content That's verily: 'Tis best westand upon our guard, Tender your own good fortune?
Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. Seo. I remember
Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make
270 You did supplant your brother Prospero.
further search dt.
For my poor son. And look how well my garments sit upon me;
Gen. Heavens keep him from these beasts! Much feater than before : my brother's servants
For he is, sure, i' the island. Were then my fellows; now they are my men.
away. Seb. But, for your conscience?
Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that ? if'twere a kibe, so, king, go safely on to seek thy son. (Exeunt.
have done. "Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences, That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they
SCENE II. Another part of the island. And melt ere they molest! Here lies your brother, Enter Caliban with a burden of wood. A No better than the earth he lies upon, 281
noise of thunder heard. If he were that which now he's like, that's dead; Whom I, with this obedientsteel, threcinches ofit, Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up Can lay to bed forever; whiles you, doing thus, From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make To the perpetual wink for aye might put
hin This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who By inch-meal a disease ! His spirits hear me, Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin-shows,pitch mei' the mire, cannot make him give ground : and it shall be Nor lead me, like a firebrand, the dark said so again while Stephano breathes at's nostrils. Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
Cal. The spirit torments me: Oh! For every trifle are they set upon me,
Ste. This is some monster of the isle with Sometime like apes that moe and chatter at me, four legs, who hath got, as I take it, an ague, And after bite me, then l'ke hedgehogs which 10 Where the devil should he learn our language ? Lie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mount I will give him some relief, if it be but for that. Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I If I can recover him and keep him tame and get All wound with adders who with cloven tongues to Naples with him, he's a present for any emperor Do hiss me into madness.
that ever trod on neat's-leather.
Cal. Do not torment me, prithee; I'll bring Enter TRINCULO.
my wood home faster.
Ste. He's in his fit now and does not talk after Lo, now, lo!
the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he Here comes a spirit of his, and to torinent me have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to For bringing wood in slowly. I'll fall fat; remove his fit. If I can recover him and keep Perchance he will not mind me.
him tame, I will not take too much for him; he Trin, Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly. offany weatheratall, and anotherstorm brewing; Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou I hear it singi' the wind: yond same black cloud, wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: now Prosyond huge one, looks like a foul bombard that per works upon thec. would shed his liquor. If it should thunder asit Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; did before, I know not where to hide my head: here is that which will give language to you, cat; yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pail- open your mouth; this will shake your shaking, fuls. What have we here? a man or a fish? dead I can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very who's your friend; open your chaps again. ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of not of the Trin, I should know that voice: it should be newest Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in -but he is drowned; and these are devils : 0 England now, as once I was, and had but this fish defend me! painted, not a holiday fool there but would give Ste. Four legs and two voices: a most delia piece of silver: there would this monster make cate monster! His forward voice now is to speak a man; any strange beast there makes a man: well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame foul speeches and to detract. If all the wine in beggar, they will layoutten to see a dead Indian. my botule will recover him, I will help his ague. Leggedlikea man! and his finslikearms! Warm, Come. Anien! I will pour some in thy other o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion; hold mouth. it no longer; this is no fish, but an islander that Trin. Stephano! hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. [Thunder.) Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me ? Mercy, Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will to creep under his gaberdine: there is no other leave him; I have no long spoon. shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with Trin. Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the touch me and speak to me; for I am Trinculodregs of the storm be past.
be not afeard-ihy good friend Trinculo.
Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth : I'll Erter STEPHANO, singing: a bottle in his hand. pull thee by the lesser legs : if any be Trinculo's Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea;
legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo Here shall I die ashore
indeed! How camest thou to be the siege of This is a very, scurvy tune to sing at a man's this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculos ? funeral : well, here's my comfort. [Drinks.
Trin, I took him to be killed with a thunder(Sings.
stroke. But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I
hope now thou art not drowned. Isthe storm overThe master, the swabber, the boatswain and I, blown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf sgaberThe gunner and his mate,
dine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Loved Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery, 50 Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans'scaped! But none of us cared for Kate;
Ste. Prithee, do not turn me about; my stoFor she had a tongue with a tang,
mach is not constant. Would cry to a sailor, Go hang! She loved not the savor of tar nor of pitch,
Cal. (A side.) These be fine things, an if they
be not sprites. Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor. itch:
I will kncel to him. Then to sca, boys, and let her go hang!
Ste. How didst thou 'scape? How camest This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort. thou hither! swear by this bottle how thou
(Drinks. camest hither. I escaped upon a bult of sack Cal. Do not torment me: Oh!
which the sailors heaved o'erboard, by this Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree with here? Do you put tricks upon's with savages and mine own hands since I was cast ashore. men of Ind, ha? I have not 'scaped drowning to Cal. I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been true subject: for the liquor is not earthly. said, As proper a man as ever went on four legs Ste. Here; swear, then, how thou escapedst.