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And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking. This done, he took the bride about the neck; And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack, That, at the parting, all the church did echo.
THE MIND ALONE VALUABLE.
FOR 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
THE WIFE'S DUTY TO HER HUSBAND.
FIE, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow;
A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled,
While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe
What is she, but a foul contending rebel,
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
But that our soft conditions and our hearts,
AN USURPING SUBSTITUTE COMPARED TO JOY.
HAT now he was
The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk,
ARIEL'S DESCRIPTION OF MANAGING THE STORM.
* Gentle tempers.
And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and cracks Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake.
Not a soul,
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair,) Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.
PROSPERO REPROVING ARIEL.
Thou dost; and think'st
It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep;
Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er!
Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins*
As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more stinging
Cal. I must eat my dinner.
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; wouldst
Water with berries in't; and teach me how
And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fer-
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me
CALIBAN'S EXULTATION AFTER PROSPERO TELLS HIM HE SOUGHT TO VIOLATE THE HONOUR OF HIS CHILD.
O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans.
Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth? It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air.
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell.
A LOVER'S SPEECH.
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth Let liberty make use of; space enough Have I in such a prison."
DESCRIPTION OF FERDINAND'S SWIMMING ASHORE. I SAW him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted
The surge most swoln that met him: his bold head
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
A FINE APOSIOPESIS.
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 shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee: and
All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
For every trifle are they set upon me:
Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me, And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
* Make mouths.