To the perpetual wink for aye might put Seb. Thy case, dear friend, I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke Draw together; Ant. 280 285 Seb. O, but one word. [They talk apart. Re-enter ARIEL invisible. Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth,— For else his project dies,—to keep them living. 290 Ant. Then let us both be sudden. Gon. Preserve the king! Now, good angels [They wake. Alon. Why, how now? ho, awake!—why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking? Gon. Alon. 300 305 310 Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo? Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, 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 verily. 'Tis best we 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 search For my poor son. Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! 315 For he is, sure, i' th' island. Alon. Lead away. Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done : So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. 297, 298 Now...king!] As in Staunton. One line in Ff. 297-300 See Note (XII). 298 [They wake.] Rowe. Wakes. Collier MS. 299 Alon.] Continued to Gonzalo by Staunton. 300 this] thus Collier MS. [Exeunt. Gon.] Alon. [Waking.] Staunton. 307 Gonzalo] om. Pope. 312 verily] verity Pope. 'Tis best we] 'Best Steevens (1793). upon our guard] on guard Pope. SCENE II. Another part of the island. Enter CALIBAN with a burden of wood. A noise of thunder heard. Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i' the mire, Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark Out of my way, unless he bid 'em but For every trifle are they set upon me; Sometime like apes, that mow and chatter at me, And after bite me; then like hedgehogs, which Lie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mount Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues Do hiss me into madness. Enter TRINCULO. Lo, now, lo! Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me 5 10 15 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 bombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? a man or a fish? Another...] Changes to another... 4 nor] FF. not F3F4. 9 mow] Dyce. moe Ff. 15 and] now Pope. sent Clark and Glover conj. (so Dryden). my head: dead or alive? A fish: 19 weather at all] weather, at all Philadelphia Sh. Soc. brewing] a-brewing Keightley. 21 foul] full Upton conj. 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. Legged 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 suffered by a thunderbolt. [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 bed-fellows. 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,— 40 This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: well, here's my comfort. [Sings. The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, The gunner, and his mate, Loved Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, But none of us cared for Kate; For she had a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a sailor, Go hang! She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch; [Drinks. Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch. This is a scurvy tune too: but here's 28 this] his Fq. 31 lame] live Meredith conj. (1883). 35 [Thunder.] Capell. 39 dregs] drench Collier, ed. 2 (Collier my comfort. MS.). rage Bailey conj. 40 SCENE III. Pope. 45 50 [Drinks. a bottle in his hand] Capell. 46 and Marian] Marrian Pope. Cal. Do not torment me:-O! 54 Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon 's with salvages and men of Ind, 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:—0 ! 60 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, prithee; I'll bring my wood home faster. 69 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 56 salvages] Ff. savages Johnson. 57 afeard] afraid F4. 60 at nostrils] FF3F4 at 'nostrils F. 68, 69 Verse in Steevens (1793). 73 will not take] can not ask Hanmer. wilt...trembling...thee, in Steevens, 1793 (Anon. ap. Grey conj.). Three, ending wilt...now...thee, in Keightley. The Philadelphia Shakespeare Society propose to end the lines at hurt...trembling...thee. 76 thee] me Hanmer. 78 you, cat] you Cat Ff. a cat Hanyour cat Clark and Glover conj. yon cat Gould conj. mer. |