cause

SCENE I.

Another part of the island.

Enter Alonzo, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo,

Adrian, Francisco, and others.

Gonz. BESEECH you, sir, be merry: you have 30 Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,→

(So have we all) of joy; for our escape

Seb. A match.

Seb. Ha, ha ha!

Ant. So, you've paid.

Is much beyond our loss: Our hint of woe

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,-

Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,

Seb. Yet,

Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle,

I mean our preservation, few in millions

Our sorrow with our comfort.

Avon. Prythee, peace.

The master of some merchant, and the merchant, 35 Adr. Yet

Can speak like us: then, wisely, good sir, weigh

Seh. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.

Seb. Look, he is winding up the watch of his

wit; by and by it will strike.

Gon. Sir,

Seb. One:

Tell.

Ant. He could not miss't.

Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and

delicate temperance2.

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

40 Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly
deliver'd.

Adr. Theair breathes upon ushere most sweetly.
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.
Ant. Or, as twere perfum'd by a fen.

45 Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life.
Ant. True; save means to live.

Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how

Gon. Dolour comes to him indeed; you have 50 Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

Ant. Fie, what a spend-thrift is he of his tongue! 55 almost beyond credit)

Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good freshness, and glosses: being rather new dy'd, than wager, first begins to crow?

Hint is that which recals to the memory. The cause that fills our minds with grief is common. Temperance here means temperature. In the puritanical times it was usual to christen children from the titles of religious and moral virtues. i. e. of a dark full colour, the opposite to pale and jaint.

Ant

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

Alon. No, no, he's gone.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss; [daughter, That would not bless our Europe with your

as when we put them on first in Africk, at the 5 But rather lose her to an African;

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.

Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye,
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.

Alon. Pr'ythee, peace.

[otherwise

Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd

Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such 10 By all of us; and the fair soul herself a paragon to their queen.

Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.

Ant. Widow? a pox ở' that! How came that

widow in? Widow Dido!

Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at

Which end the beam should bow. We have lost

your son,

I fear, for ever; Milan and Naples have

Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too 15 More widows in them of this business' making 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 25 Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, easy next?

the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. 35 Execute all things: for no kind of traffick

I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir 50 Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,

And ride upon their backs; hetrod the water, 55 Ant. None, man: all idle; whores, and knaves.

To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd 60 Gon. And, do you mark me, sir?

Or, of my reason and natural affection. * A limit, a land-mark. * A French word signifying plenty.

Alon. Pr'ythee, no more; thou dost talk no

thing to me.

Gon.

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 !
Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.

Gon. You are gentlemen of brave metal; you wou'd lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.

Enter Ari 1, playing solemn musick.

Trebles thee o'er.

Seb. Well, I am standing water.
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Seb. Do so: to ebb,

5 Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Ant. O,

If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Whilst thus you mock it! how, in stripping it.
You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,

10 Most often, do so near the bottom run,
By their own fear, or sloth.

Seb. Pr'ythee, say on:

The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
A matter from thee: and a birth indeed,

Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. 15 Which throes thee much to yield.

Ant. Nay, my good 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.

[Gonz. Adr. Fra. &c. sleep.

Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine [find,

eyes

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,

20 (For he's a spirit of persuasion, only
Professes to persuade) 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

25 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,

[me,

30 But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with

That Ferdinand is drown'd?

Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! 35 Seb. Claribel.

Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.

Seh. Why

Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I find not
Myself dispos'd to sleep.

Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
They fell together all, as by consent;
They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What

[more:

might,

No

Worthy Sebastian?-O, what might?

Seb. He's gone.

Ant. Then, tell me,

Who's the next heir of Naples?

[dwells

Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that Ten leagues beyond man's life: she that from

Naples

Can have no note, unless the sun were post, chins 40 (The man i' the moon's too slow) till new-born Be rough and razorable: she, from whom [again: We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast And, by that destiny, to perform an act,

Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come,

And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, [and 45 In yours, and my discharge.

What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee;

My strong imagination sees a crown

Dropping upon thy head.

Seb. 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: Wha is it thou didst say?

This is a strange repose, to be asleep

Than now they are: There be, that can rule
As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate
As amply, and unnecessarily,

As this Gonzalo; I myself could make

60 A chough1 of as deep chat. O, that you bore
The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
For your advancement? Do you understand me?
Seb. Methinks, I do.

A chough is a bird of the jack-daw kind, chiefly in Cornwal.

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Ant.

Seb. Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent; as thou gott'st Milan,
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
Shallfree thee from the tribute which thou pay'st;
And I the king shall love thee.

Ant. Draw together:
And when I rear my hand, do you the like
To fall it on Gonzalo.

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

him

By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll not pinch,
Fright ine with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
30 Out of my way, unless he bid'em; but
For every trifle they are set upon me:
Sometime like apes, that moe 'and chatter at me,
And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
35 Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
Do hiss me into ma ness:-Lo! now! lo!

Seb. O, but one word. [They converse apart. Enter Ariel, with musick and song. 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. Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, [Sings in Gonzalo's ear. 40 For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall fiat;

While you here do snoring lie,
Open-end conspiracy

His time doth take:
If of life you keep a care,
Shake off slumber, and beware:
Awake! awake!

Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king!
[They awake.

Enter Trinculo.

Perchance he will not mind me.

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it singing the wind: yond' same black 45 cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head yond' same cloud cannot chuse but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? a man or a fish?

Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake? Why are 50 Dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a

you drawn ? Wherefore this ghastly looking? Gon. What's the matter?

Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,

very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. A strange tish! Were I in England now, (as once I was) and had but this tish painted, not a holiday-fool there but would

Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing 55 give a piece of silver: there would this monster

Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you?
It strook mine car most terribly.

Alon. I heard nothing.

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. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like

Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roar 60 arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose

Of a whole herd of hons.

i. e. that is, id est. 2 For ever.

my opinion, hoid it no longer; this is no fish, but

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A hint of villany. Having your swords drawn.

• Make mouths. • Bumbard mans, in this place, a large vessel for holding drink. make a man's fortune; similar to Wickham's motto, Learning makes a man.

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

an islander, that has lately suffer'd by a thunder-
bolt. Ahs! the sto m is come again: my best
way is to creep under his gaberdine'; there is no
other shelter aereabout: Misery acquaints a man
with strange bedfedows: I will here shroud, till 5 mouth.
the dregs of the storm be past.

Enter Stephano singing, a bottle in his hand.

Ste. I shall no mor, to sea, to sea,

Here shall I dye a-shore,

Trin. Stephano,

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Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no long spoon.

Thisisaverys urvytune to sing at a man'sfuneral: 10 Trin. Stephano! - if thou beest Stephano,

Well, here's my comfort.
[Drinks.
The master, th sw bber, the boatswain and I,

The gunnar and his mate,
Lov'd Moll, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
But non of us card for Kate:
For sh huda tongue u ith a tang,

Would cr to a sailor, Go hang:

touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo; -be not afraid, -thy good friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's 15 legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculos?

She low d not the savour of tar nor of pitch, [itch:
Yetata for might scratch her where-eer she did
Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang.
This is a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort.
[Drinks.

Cal. Do not torment me: Oh!

Ste. What's the matter? have we devils here?

Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunderstroke:-But art thou not drown'd, Stephano? I 20 hope. now, thou art not drown'd. Is the storm over-blown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm: And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd!

Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men 25 St. Prythee, do not turn me about; my sto

of Inde? Ha! I have not 'scaped drowning to be

inach is not constant.

afraid now of your four legs; for it hath been said,

As proper a man as ever went upon four legs,

cannot make him give ground: and it shall be

Cal. These be tine things, anifthey benot sprights.
That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:
I will kneel to him.

said so again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils. 30 Ste. How dids't thou 'scape? How cam'st thou

Cal. The spirit torments me: Oh!

hither? swear, by this bottle, how thou cam'st

Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs; who has got, as I take it, an ague: Where the devil should he learn our language? I will

hither. I escap'd upon a butt ot sack, which the sailors heav'd over-board, by this bottle! which I

made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands,

give him some relief, if it be but for that: If I 35 since I was cast a-shore.

can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to

Naples with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neats-leather.

I will not take too much for him; he shall pay 45 rock by the sea-side, where my wine is h.d. How

Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; 50 Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore

here is that which will give language to you, 4 cat;

open your mouth: this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again.

thee: my mistress shewed me thee, and thy dog and thy bush.

Ste. Come, swear to that: kiss the book: į will furnish it anon with new contents: swear.

Trin. Ishould know that voice: It should be, - 55 Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow But he's drown'd; and these are deviis: O! de

A gaberdine is properly the coarse frock or outward garment of a peasant, and is still worn by the peasants in Sussex. i. e. any sum, or ever so much. is always represented as the effect of being possess'd by the devil. + Alluding to an old proverb, that good liquor will make a cat speak. Means, stop your draught. • Alluding to the proverb, A long spoon to cat with the devil. Siege signities stool in every sense of the word, and is here used in the dirtiest.

Cal.