This is no mortal business, nor no sound As we have, such: This gallant which thou seest, A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, Mira. It goes on, [Aside. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll As my soul prompts it: free thee Within two days for this. Fer. Most sure the goddess On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe my prayer But, certainly a maid. Fer. No wonder, sir; My language; heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken. How! the best? Pro. What wert thou if the king of Naples heard thee? Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples: He does hear me; And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld' The king my father wreck'd. Mira. Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan, And his brave son being twain. [Aside. They have chang'd eyes:- Delicate Ariel, Fer. O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you I must uneasy make, lest too light winning |Asile. Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge thee, That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp I'll be his surety. Pro. Silence: one word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! An advocate for an impostor? hush! Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he Having seen but him and Caliban: Foolish wench! To the most of men this is a Caliban, And they to him are angels. Mira. Hark, what thou else shalt do me. My father's of a better nature, sir, Ari. To the syllable. Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I.- Another part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. Alon. Pr'ythec, peace! Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause By and by it will strike. (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss: our hint of woe s comin; every day some sailor's wife, The inisters of some merchant, and the merchant, Can speak ike us: then wisely good sir, weigh Scb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you The stomach of my sense: 'Would I had never should. Gon. Therefore, my lord, Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Who is so far from Italy removed, Alon. I pr'ythee, spare. Gon. Well, I have done: But yet Seb. He will be talking. Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow! Seb. The old cock. Ant. The cockrel. Seb Done: the wager? Ant. A laughter. Seb. A match. Ar. Though this island seem to be desert, — Seb. Ha, ha, ha! Ant. So you've pay'd. Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, Seb. Yet. Adr. Yet Ant. He could not miss it. Alr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance. Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered. Atr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Seb. Of that there's none, or little. I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish Hath made his meal on thee! your son, Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how I fear, forever: Milan and Naples have green. Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. Seb. With an eyes 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 Afric, 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. Atr. Tunis was never graced 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! A tr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me study of that she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Alr. Carthage! Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Seb. He hath raised the walls, 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. Sir, we were talking, that our garments zeem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Ant. 0, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. More widows in them of this business' making, Than we bring men to comfort them: The fault's Your own. Alom. So is the dearest of the loss. Gon. My lord Sebastian, The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, When you should bring the plaster. Seb. Very well. Ant. And most chirurgeonly. Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, When you are cloudy. Seb. Foul weather? Ant. Very foul Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord,— Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed. Seb. Or docks, or mallows. Gon. And were the king of it, what would I do? Seb. 'Scape being drunk for want of wine. Gon. ' the commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things; for no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known; no use of service, Of riches or of poverty; no contracts, Succession; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, 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: Seb. And yet he would be king on't. Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the begining. Gon. All things in common nature should produce, Without sweat or endeavor: treason, felony, Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects? Seb. 'Save his majesty! Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! Gon. And, do you mark me, sir? Alon. Pry'thee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me. Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it Gon. Is not I mean, in a sort sir, my doublet as fresh as the first to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of day I wore Ant. That sort was well tish'd for. Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? Alon. You cram these words into mine ears against ⚫Temperature. Rank. Shade of color. 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. • Plenty. Ant. What a blow was there given! Seb. Ar it had not fallen flat-long. Gom. You are gentlemen of brave metal: you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing. Enter ARIEL invisible, playing solemn music. 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 ALOV., SEB., and ANT. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find They are inclined to do so. Please you, sir, Will guard your person, while you take your rest, And watch your safety. Alon. Thank you: wondrous heavy. [ALONSO sleeps. Exit ARIEL. Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Ant. It is the quality o' the climate. Se. Why Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not Myself dispos'd to sleep. Ant. Nor 1; my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Worthy Sebastian?-0, what might?-No more:And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee; and My strong imagination sees a crown What, art thou waking? I do; and surely, It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep: What is it thou didst say? This is a strange repose, to be asleep With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, And yet so fast asleep. Ant. Noble Sebastian, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep die rather; wink'st Whiles thou art waking. Seb. Thou dost snore distinctly; There's meaning in thy snores. Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you Must be so too, if heed me; which to do, Trebles thee o'er. Who's the next heir of Naples ? Can have no note, unless the sun were post, Ant. A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples 3-Keep in Tunis, And let Sebastian wake!- Say, this were death That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no worse Than now they are: there be, that can rule Naples As this Gonzalo; I myself could make True: I remember, You did supplant your brother Prospero. Ant. 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, Aud melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, No better than the earth he lies upon, If he were that which now he's like: Whom I, 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. Draw together: O, but one word! Alum. I heard nothing. This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort. Ant. 0, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions. For my poor son. 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: ()! 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 Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! him some relief, if it be but for that: If I can reFor he is, sure, i' the island. Alon. Lead away. Ari. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have done: [Aside. So king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt. 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 Eim By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, Tin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bonbard 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 ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, PoorJohn. A strange fish Were I in England now, (as once I was.) and h but this fish painted, not a holiday-fool here bu 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. 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 suffer'd by a thunder-bolt. [Thun ler.] Alas! the storm is coming 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. Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea, Here shall I die a-shore; This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: Well, here's my comfort. [Drinks. The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, She lov'd not the savor of tar or of pitch, itch: Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. Make mouths. A black jack of leather to hold beer. The frock of a peasant. cover 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; I'll bring my wood home faster. 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 will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly you cannot tell who's your friend: open your chaps again. Trin. I should know that voice: It should beBut he is drowned; and these are devils: O! defend me! 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 bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: Come, Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth. 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. Trin. Stephano!-- if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo; - be not afeard, thy good friend Trinculo. Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's 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! Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunderstroke-But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown! I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm: and art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped! Sie. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant. Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor: I will kneel to him. Ste. How didst thou 'scape? how cam'st thou hither swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved overboard, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast ashore. Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy True subject; for the liquor is not earthly. Sle. Here; swear then how thou escap'dst. Trin. Swam a shore, man, like a duck; I cas swim like a duck, I'll be sworn. Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou canst 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 o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was. 4 Stool a India. Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; My mistress showed me thee, thy dog and bush. Trin. A most ridiculous monster! to inake a wonder of a poor drunkard. Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: swear. Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallowAnd I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; monster:-I afeard of him?—a very weak monster:Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how -The man i the moon?-a most poor credu- To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee lous monster:-Well drawn, monster, in good To clust ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee sooth. Young sea-mells from the rock: Wilt thou go with me? Cut. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the island; And kiss thy foot: I pr'ythee, be my god. Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster; when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. Cal. I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject. Ste. Come on, then; down and swear. Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppyheaded monster: A most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him, Se. Come, kiss. Ste. I pr'ythee now lead the way, without any more talking.--Trinculo, the king and all our com pany else being drowned, we will inherit here.. Here; bear my bottle. Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. Cal. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell. At requiring, Nor scrape trenching, nor wash dish, Has a new master- Get a new man. Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey-day, freedom! Ste. O brave monster! ead the way. | Excunt. ACT III. Delight in them sets off; some kinds of baseness Had ne'er like executor. I forget: Mira. Miranda:- - O my father, I have broke your hests to say so! Admir'd Miranda! I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labors; And my dear father; how features are abroad, Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance. Alas, now! pray you Fer. Mira. If you'll sit down, I'll bear your logs the while: Pray, give me that; Fer. No, precious creature: I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, While I sit lazy by. Mira. It would become me As well as it does you: and I should do it Poor worm! thou art infected; You look wearily. Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning When you are by at night. I do beseech you, |