When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.

Ari. I thank thee, master.

[oak,

Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an

And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
Ari. Pardon, master.

I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spriting gently.

Pro. Do so; and after two days

I will discharge thee.

Ari. That's my noble master!

What shall I do? say what? what shall I do?

Pro. Go make thyself like to a nympho' the sea;

The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and fer-
Curs't be I, that I did so!-All the charms (tile;
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,

5 Who first was mine own king: and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the island.

Pro. Thou most lying slave, [us'd thee, Whom stripes may move, not kindness; I have 10 Filthas thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child.

Cal. Ohho, oh ho!-wou'd it had been done!

Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else

Be subject to no sight but thine and mine; invisible 15 This isle with Calibans.

To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape,

And hither come in it; go, hence, with diligence.
[Exit Ariel.

Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;
Awake!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.

Pro. Shake it off: come on;

We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Yields us kind answer.

Mira. 'Tis a villain, sir,

I do not love to look on.

Pro. But, as 'tis,

We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices
That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business
Come, thou tortoise! when?

Enter Ariel like a water-nymph.

Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,

Hark in thine ear.

Ari. My lord, it shall be done.

Pro. Abhorred slave,

Which any print of goodness will not take,
Being capable of all ill; I pitied thee,
[hour
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each
20 One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
Know thy own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
A thing more brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known: But thy vile

race+

25 Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good

natures

Could not abide to be with: therefore wast thou
Deservedly confined into this rock,

Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.

[on't 30 Cal. You taught me language; and my profit Is, I know how to curse; the red plague' rid you, For learning me your language!

Pro. Hag-seed, hence!

Fetch us in fuel, and be quick; thou wert best,
[for thee: 35 To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps;
Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar,
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

[Exit.

Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil 40 Cal. No, pray thee!

Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

Enter Caliban.

[himself

I must obey; his art is of such power,. [Aside.
It would controul my dam's god Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.
Pro. So, slave; hence!

[Exit Caliban,

Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins2
Shall for that vast of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pincli'd
As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more sting-
Than bees that made 'em.

50

[ing

Cal. I must eat my dinner.

This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, [first,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest 55

Hark, hark!

Baneful. Perhaps put here for fairies. The dead waste, or middle of the night. in this place, seems to signify original disposition, inborn qualities. The erysipelas. from Magellan's voyage, that Setebos was the supreme God of the Patagons. 'Silent.

4

Race,

• We learn

Fer.

The watch-dogs bark:

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

[dispersedly.

Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting Chunticlere
Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.

Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a suffer a sea-change,
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell.
Hark, now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell.
[Burden, ding-dong.

Fer. The ditty does remember my drowned fa-20 This is no mortal business, no nor sound [ther:That the earth owes': - I hear it now above me.

Pro.Thef inged curtains of thine eye advance, And say, what thou seest yond'.

Mira. What is't? a spirit?

Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form:----But 'tis a spirit.

Pro. No, wench: it eats and steeps, and hath

such senses

25

Fer. O, if a virgin,

And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The queen of Naples.

business

Pro. Soft, sir; one word more.-
They are both in either's powers: but this swift
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
[Aside.
Make the prize light. -One word more; I charge
thee,

That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself
Upon this island, as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on't.

As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, 30 Fer. No, as I am a man.
Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'c

With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st

call him

A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,

And strays about to find them.

Mir. I might call him

A thing divine; for nothing natural

I ever saw so noble.

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a

temple:

If the ill spirit have so fair an house,

Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

35 Pro. [To Ferd.] Follow me.

Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come,
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be
The fresh-brook mussels, wither'd roots and husks

Pro. It goes on I see, [Aside.] [free thee
As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit, Il 40 Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.

Within two days for this.

For. Most sure, the goddess

On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe, my

I will resist such entertainment, till

Fer. No;

Mine enemy has more power.

Mira. O dear father,

45 Make not too rash a trial of him, for

50

He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro. What, I say,

[He draws.

My foot my tutor?-Put thy sword up, traitor;

Who mak'st a shew, but dares not strike, thy

conscience

Is so possess'd with guilt; come from thy ward;
For I can here disarm thee with this stick,
And make thy weapon drop.

Mira. Beseech you, father!
[thee? 55 Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments.

What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard
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 60
The king my father wreck'd.

Mira. Sir, have pity;

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!

2

To owe, signifies here, as in many other places of our author's plays, to own. Confute thee. Timorous.

Thou

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.

My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,

All points of my command.

The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, 15 Art. To the syllable.

To whom I am subdu'd, are but light to me,

Might I but through my prison once a day

Pro. Come, follow: Speak not for him.

[Exeunt.

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 na!

Ant. So, you've paid.

Is much beyond our loss: Our hint' of woe

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,-

Is common; every day, some sailors w fe,

Seb. Yet,

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

Ant. He could not miss't.

I mean our preservation, few in millions

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

Can speak like us: then, wisely, good sir, weigh
Our sorrow with our comfort.

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

delicate temperance2.

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

40 Seh. Ay, and a subtle, as he most learnedly
deliver d.

Adr. The air breathes upon ushere most sweetly.
Seb. As it 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

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

spoken truer than you purpos'd.

green!

Seb. With an eye of green in't.

Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant

Ant. He misses not much.

you should.

Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.

Gon. Therefore, my lord,

Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is, indeed,

Ant. Fie, what a spend-thrut Fie

is he of his tongue! 55 almost beyond credit)

Aton. I pr'ythee, spare.

Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

Gon. Well, I have done: But yet

Gon. That our garments, being, as they were,

Sb. He will be talking.

drench'd in the sea, hold notwithstanding their

wager, first begins to crow?

Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good treshness, a. d glosses being rather new ay 'd, than

Hint is that which recals to the memory. The cause that fiils our minds with grief is common. *Temperance here means temperature. 3 In the puritanical times it was usual to christin chalaren from the titles of religious and moral virtues. i. e. of a dark full colour, the opposite to pale and joint.

Ant. If but one of his poclets could speak.

would it not say, he les

Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his

report

Gon. Methinks, oor garments are now astros

Alm. No, no, he's gone.

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

2s when we put them on try in Ack, at top 5 Put rather lose her to an African;

marriage of the king's fair daughter Clarmel to

Where she, at least, is bani nd from your eye,

Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.

| Aion. Prythee, peace.

1

Fotherwise

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

By all of us and the fair soui nerseif
Welzid, between fothness and obedience, at
Waich end the beam should bow. We have lost

vour son.

Il fear, for ever; Milan and Naples have

5.6. What if he had said, widower Eneas too 15 More widows in them of this business' making

Than we bring men to comfort them: The fault's
Your own.

Alon. So is the dearest o' the loss.

Gon. My lord Sebastian,

The truth you spean doth lack some gentleness,
And time to speak it n: you rub the sore,
When you should bring the plaister.

Seb. Very well.

Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

Ast. Waat impossible matter will he make 25 Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,

easy ext?

5. I think, he will carry this island home in

his pocket an't give it his son for an apple.

Ant. And, sowing the keines of it in the sea bring forth more istands.

Gon. Av?

Ant. Way, in good time.

Gon Sir, we were taking, that our garment

seen now as fresa, as when we were at Lun's, at

the ma siage of your daughter, who is row queen. 33 Execute all things: for no kind of traffick

Art. And the rarest that e'er care there.

Sab. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.

Ant. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.

Gon. Is not, sir, my doubiet 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

Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,
And use of service, none; contract, succession,
Bourn3, bound of iand, tilta, vineyard, none:

40 No use of metal, corn, or wine, or on:
No occupation; all men ile, a'l,
And women too, but innocent and pure:
No sovereignty.

Sch. And yet he would be king on't.
Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth for-
gets the beginning.

45

The stomach of my sense!: Would I had never
Marry'd my daughter there! for, coming thence,
My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,

Gon. All things in common nature should pro

duce

Who is so far from Italy remov'd,

Without sweat or endeavour: Treason, felony,

I ne'er again shal see her. Otnou 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'c 60 Gon. And, do you mark me, sir?

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

Gon.

Alon. Prythee, no more; thou dost talk no

thing to me.

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 would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.

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,

Enter Ariel, playing solemn musick.
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, tor I am very heavy?

Ant. Go, sleep, and hear us.

[Gonz. Adr. Fra. &c. sleep. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine [tind,

eyes

Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I
They are inclin'd to do so.

Seb. Please you, sir,

Do not omit the heavy offer of it:

It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.

Ant. We two, my lord,

Will guard your person, while you take your rest,

And watch your safety.

Alon. Thank you: Wond'rous heavy

[All sleep but Seb. and Ant.

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 ơ' 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

might,

[more:

[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, In yours, and my discharge.

Worthy Sebastian?-O, what might?
No
And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, [and 45
What thou should'stbe: 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: What is it thou didst say?
This is a strange repose, to be asleep

Seb. What stuff is this?-How say you?
'Tis true my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis;
So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions
There is some space.

50 Ant. A space, whose every cubit

Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel
Measure us back to Naples ?--Keep in Tunis,
And let Sebastian wake!-Say this were death
That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no
[Naples,

worse

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 chough 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.

Ant.