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ACT II. SCENE I.

Resignation and. Gratitude.
Befeech you, Sir, be merry: you have cause
(So have we all) of joy; for our escape
Is much beyond our loss: our hint of woe (14)
Is common; every day fome failor's wife,
The master of fome merchant, and the merchant,
Have just our theme of woe : but for the miracle,
!I mean our preservation) few in millions
Can speak like us: then wisely, good Sir, weigh
Our forrow with our comfort.

Description of Ferdinand's swimming ashore.
I saw (15) him beat the surges under him,
And ride

upon

their backs: he trod the water, Whose enmity he flung aside: and breasted The surge moft swol'n that met him; his bold head 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty strokes To th' fhore; that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd,

As (14) Our bint of woe. ] Hint is that which recalls to the memory

• The cause that fills our minds with grief, is. (15) I saw, &c.] The reader is desired to compare this with a similar passage of Julius Cæsar, Act. 1. affer's description of his preserving Belvidera, is very noble.

When instantly I plung d into the sea,
And buffeting the billows to her rescue,
Redeem'd her life with half the loss of mine.
Like a rich conquest in one hand I bore her,
And with the other dash'd the saucy waves,
That throngid and press’d to rob me of my prize.

Venice Preserv'd, Act 1. Sc. Iv Buffeting the billows, is quite S's expression, and the whole patlage is worthy that great master,

common.

As stooping to relieve him; I not doubt
He came alive to land.

Too fevere Reproof, animadverted upon.
The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,
And time to speak it in: you rub the fore,
When you should find the plaifter.

Satire on Utopian Schemes of Government.
I'the commonwealth I would by contraries
Execute all things; for no kind of traffick
Would I admit; no name of magistrate ;
Letters should not be known ; poverty, riches,
And use of service, none; contracts, fucceffion,
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, olive, none;
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil:
No occupation; all men idle, all,
And women too, but innocent, and pure:
No sovereignty :
All things in common nature should produce,
Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth,
Of it's own kind, all foison, (16) all abundance,
To feed my innocent people.
I would with such perfection govern, Sir,
To excel the golden age.

Sleep.
Do not (17) omit the heavy offer of it,

It

(16) Foison.] Or foizon, signifies plenty, ubertas. Ed. wards.

(17) Do not, &c.] Dr. Young, begins his Night Thoughts with a parody of this.

Tird

It feldom visits forrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.

A fine Apofiopifis. (18) They fell together, all as by consent, They dropt 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 it be: th’occasion speaks thee, and My strong imagination fees a crown Dropping upon thy head.

SCENE VII. Caliban's Curses. All (19) the infections ihat the fun fucks

up,
From bogs, fens, flais, on Projper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease: his spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse; but they'll not pinch,

Fright
Tir'd nature's sweet restorer, balmy sleep,
He, like the world, his ready visit pays
Where fortune smiles, the wretched he forsakes;
Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe,

And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
There is not a more common topic with the poets than
Neep, and amongst which, perhaps, none excel S. see Hen-
ry IV. Second Part, Act 3. Sc. i.

(18) There is not a more elegant figure than the Apokopesis, when in threatening, or in the expression of passion, the sentence is broken, and something is left to be fupplied. S. excels greatly in it (as indeed he does in every poetical beauty), of which, the passage before us is a itriking example. There is a very excellent one in Lear, Act 2. Sc. 12. and the note. (19) All, &c.] So king Lear says,

You nimble lightnings, dart your blinding flames
Into her scornful eyes : infect her beauty
You fin-fuck'd fogs, drawn ly the powerful sun
To fall and blait her pride.

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Fright me with urchin-thews, pitch me i' th' mire,
Nor lead me like a firebrand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid them: but
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trille are they set upon me ;
Sometimes, like apes, that moe (20) and chatter at

me,
And after bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall; fometime am I
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues.
Do hiss me into ma nels.---Lo, now, lo!
Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me,
For bringing wood in slowly; I'll fall fat ;
Perchance he will not mind me.

A Satire on the English Curiosity.
Were I in England now, and had but this filh
painted, not an holiday-fool there but word give a
piece of filver : there would this monster make a
man (21): 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 India
an(22).

Some (20) Moe.] i. e. make mouths. So in the old verfion of the Psalms,

Making moes at me.
And in King Lear,

Of mapping and moeing.
All wound with adders, l. 13. means, enwrapped, twisted
about with adders. St, and J.

(21) Make a man.] i. e. a man's fortune.

(22) A dead Indian.] Probably fome allusion to a particular occurrence, now obfcured by time. In Henry VIII, the porter asks the mob, if they think--some strange Indian is come to court. St. Mrs. G. observes in juí

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Some of the Sailor's Remarks on Caliban.
Alas, the storm is come again : my

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is to creep under his gaberdine ; there is no other shelter hereabout. Misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows.

Four legs, and two voices ;

a most delicate monker. His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches, and to detract.

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By this good light, 'tis a very shallow monster ;I afraid of him? (23) a very weak monster : - The man i' th' moon ?-a most poor credulous monster.

Caliban's Promises.
I'll shew thee the best springs: I'll pluck thee ber-

ries;
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
1 prythee, 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

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tification of her country from the sarcasm above, that nation on the globe is more distinguithed for charity, humanity, and benevolence, than the English at present. And this must always have been their characteristic: for manners may refine, but cannot create virtues. Polishing may give taste, but feelings come from nature.”

(23) I afraid of him, &c.] It is to be observed that Irinculo the speaker is not charged with being afraid : but it was his contciousness, that he was so, 'which drew this brag from him. This is nature. W.

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