Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the Comes to the entertainermarriage of your daughter, who is now queen.. Seb. A dollar. [offer'd, Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spoken truer than you purposed. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should. Gon. Therefore, my lord, Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Gon. Well, I have done: But yet Seb. He will be talking. Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. Ant. That sort was well fish'd for. Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, against The stomach of my sense: 'would I had never Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, wager, first begins to crow? Seb. The old cock. Seb. Ha, ha, ha! Ant. So, you've pay'd. My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, The surge most swoln that met him: his bold head Seb. Yet, Adr. Yet Ant. He could not miss it. 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and de- As stooping to relieve him: I doubt not, licate temperance. Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Seb. Aye, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Seb. Of that there's none, or little. He came alive to land. Alon. loss No, no, he's gone. Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks? how By all of us; and the fair soul herself green ? Ant, The ground, indeed, is tawny. Seb. With an eye of green in't. Ant. He misses not much. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed almost beyond credit) Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are. Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, than 'stain'd with salt water. 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 as when we put them on first in Africk, at the 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. Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with such a paragon to their queen. Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. Ant. Widow? a pox o'that! How came that widow in ? Widow Dido! Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? good lord, how you take it! Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me study 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 easy next? Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands. Gon. Ay. Aut. Why, in good time. Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have Your own. Seb. Ant. Foul weather? Very foul. 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 ? Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing. Enter Ariel invisible, playing solemn musick. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, good my 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. [All sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I They are inclin'd to do so. [find, Please you, sir, Seb. Do not omit the heavy offer of it: Ant. We two, my lord, The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, Which throes thee much to yield. 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 (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 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, But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with me, That Ferdinand is drown'd? Seb. Ant. He's gone. Claribel. Who's the next heir of Naples? Seb. Ant. As this Gonzalo; 1 myself could make And how does your content Ant. True: And, look, how well my garments sit upon me; Much feater than before: My brother's servants Were then my fellows, now they are my men. Seb. But, for your conscience Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe, 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, And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, [whom I, No better than the earth he lies upon, If he were that which now he's like, that's dead; With this obedient steel, three inches of it, Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus, To the perpetual wink for aye might put This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest, They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk; They'll tell the clock to any business that We say befits the hour. Seb. Thy case, dear friend, Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan, I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke Shall free 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. His time doth take: If of life you keep a care, Shake off slumber, and beware: Ant. Then let us both be sudden. Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king! Gon. [They wake. Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo ? Lead away. [done: Ari. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have [Aside. [Exeunt. So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. SCENE II. Another Part of the Island. Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up Do hiss me into madness :-Lo! now I lo! Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, 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 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 thunder-bolt. [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 bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past. Enter Stephano, singing; a bottle in his hand. Lov'd Mall, Mcg, and Marian, and Margery, She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch, [Drinks. Cal. Do not torment me: O! Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Inde? Ha! I have not 'scap'd 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: O! 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, pr'ythee; 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 * Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, 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. But he is drowned; and these are devils: O! de Trin. I should know that voice; It should be, fend me! Trin. Stephano, 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. Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend: his backward voice is to utter foul speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my botTrin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off tle will recover him, I will help his ague: Come; any weather at all, and another storm brewing; IAmen! I will pour some in thy other mouth. hear it sing i' th' wind: yond' same black 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 choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very an-afeard,-thy good friend Trinculo, cient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull newest, Poor-John, A strange fish! Were I in thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, England now, (as once I was,) and had but this these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? give a piece of silver: there would this monster Can he vent Trinculos? make a man; any strange beast there makes Trin. Stephano !-if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo be not Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder. stroke-But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm averblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm: And art thou liv ing, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans -Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. SCENE I. Before Prospero's Cell. Enter Ferdinand, bearing a Log. Ste. How didst thou 'scape? How cam'st thou Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hi-Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters ther. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sai-Point to rich ends. This my mean task lors heaved over-board, by this bottle! which I Would be as heavy to me, as odious; but made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands,The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy True subject; for the liquor is not earthly. Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap'dst. Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn. Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou can'st swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose. Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this? Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf? how does thine ague? Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? Ste. Out of the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was. Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; My mistress shewed me thee, and thy dog, and thy And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed; And he's composed of harshness. I must remove Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up, Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistress Weeps when she sees me work: and says, such Had ne'er like executor. I forget: [baseness But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my la- Most busy-less, when I do it. Enter Miranda; and Prospero at a Distance. Work not so hard: I would, the lightning had Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile! Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns, Twill weep for having wearied you: My father The sun will set, before I shall discharge Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow What I must strive to do. monster :-I afeard of him ?a very weak mon- ster-The man i' the moon? a most poor credu- I'll bear your logs the while: Pray, give me that : lous monster :-Well drawn, monster, in good sooth. I'll carry it to the pile. Cal. I'll shew thee every fertile inch o'th' island; And I will kiss thy foot. I pr'ythee, be my god. Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunk-Than you should such dishonour undergo, en monster; when his god's asleep, he'll rob his While I sit lazy by. Cal. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy subject. As well as it does you and I should do it Ste. Come on then; down, and swear. Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this pup-And yours it is against. Trin. but that the poor monster's in drink: An Cal. I'll shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck 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, Trin. A most ridiculous monster; to make a wonder of a poor drunkard. Ste. I prythee now, lead the way, without any Cal. Farewell master; farewell, farewell. Nor fetch in firing At requiring, Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish; Has a new master-Get a new man. Pro. Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with When you are by at night. I do beseech you, (Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,) I have broke your hest to say so! Indeed, the top of admiration; worth What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time. Fers*** I am in my condition, Fair encounter Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them! Fer. [ning! Wherefore weep you? Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give; and much less take, What I shall die to want: But this is trifling; And all the more it seeks to hide itself, The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunAnd prompt me, plain and holy innocence! I am your wife, if you will marry me ; If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow You may deny me; but I'll be your servant, Whether you will or no. Fer. And I thus humble ever. Mira. My mistress, dearest, My husband then? Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. Mira. And mine with my heart in't: And now Till half an hour hence. [farewell, Fer. A thousand! thousand! [Exeunt Fer. and Mira. Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are surpris'd with all; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book; For yet, ere supper time, must I perform Much business appertaining. [Exit. Ste. Tell not me;-when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and board 'em: Servant-monster, drink to me. Trin. Servant-monster? the folly of this island! They say, there's but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if the other two be brained like us, the state totters. Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almost set in thy head. Trin. Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail. Ste. My man-monster hath drowned his tongue in sack for my part, the sea cannot drown me: I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty leagues, off and on, by this light. Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard. Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard. Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster. Trin. Nor go neither: but you'll lie like dogs; and yet say nothing neither. Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf. Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe; I'll not serve him, he is not valiant. Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster; I am in case to justle a constable: Why, thou deboshed fish thou, was there ever man a coward, that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish, and half a monster? Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord ? Trin. Lord, quoth he that a monster should be such a natural! Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I pr'ythee. Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head; if you prove a mutineer, the next tree- The poor monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity. Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd To hearken once again the suit I made thee? Ste. Marry will 1: kneel, and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo. Cal. Thou Hest, thou jesting monkey, thou": would, my valiant master would destroy thee; I do not lie. Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth. Trin. Why, I said nothing. Ste. Mum then, and no more. [To Caliban.] Proceed. Cal. I say by sorcery he got this isle ; From me he got it. If thy greatness will Revenge it on him-for, I know, thou dar'st; But this thing dare not. Ste. That's most certain. Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Ste. How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party? Cal. Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep. Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head. Ari. Thou liest, thou canst not. Cal. What a pied ninny's this? Thou scurvy patch! I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows, Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fish of thee. Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off. Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied ? Ste. Do I so? take thou that. [Strikes him.] As you like this, give me the lie another time, Trin. I did not give the lie:-Out o'your wits, and hearing too?A pox o'your bottle! this can sack, and drinking do. A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers! Cal. Ha, ha, ha! Ste. Now, forward with your tale. stand further off. Pr'ythee Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time, Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log |