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And blister you all o'er!
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd, Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have
(The wild waves whist3)
Foot it featly here and there;
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. (dispersedly. As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging
The watch-dogs bark : Than bees that made them.
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. (dispersedly. Cal. I must eat my dinner.
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticlere,
Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or Water with berries in't; and teach me how
the earth? To name the bigger light, and how the less, It sounds no more :-and sure, it waits upon That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and This music crept by me upon the waters ; fertile;
Allaying both their fury, and my passion, Cursed be I that did so _All the charms
With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Or it hath drawn me rather :-But 'tis gone. For I am all the subjects that you have, No, it begins again. Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
Ariel sings. The rest of the island.
five thy father lies ; Pro. Thou most lying slave,
Of his bones are coral made ; Whom stripes may move, not kindness; I have Those are pearls that were his eyes: us'd thee,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell :
(Burden, ding-dong. This isle with Calibans. Pro.
Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd
father : Which any print of goodness will not take,
This is no mortal business, nor no sound Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each | That the earth owes :_ I hear it now above me.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, hour
And say, what thou seest yond'. One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Mira.
What is't? a spirit? Know thine own meaning, þut would'st gabble like Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
It carries a brave form :-But 'tis a spirit. With words that made them known: But thy vile
Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath race,
such senses Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good | As we have, such : this gallant which thou seest
Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou
With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
call him Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't|And strays about to find them.
A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows, Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rida you, Mira.
I might call him For learning me your language!
A thing divine ; for nothing natural Pro.
I ever saw so noble. Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best,
Aside. To answer other business. Shrug’st thou, malice? || As my soul prompts it :-Spirit
, fine spirit! I'll free If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly
thee What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps ; || Within two days for this. Fill all thy bones with aches : make thee roar,
Most sure, the goddess That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
On whom these airs attend ! Vouchsafe my prayer Cal. No, 'pray thee ! I must obey : his art is of such power,
May know, if you remain upon this island;
(Aside. And that you will some good instruction give, It would control my darn's god, Setebos,
How I may bear me here: my prime request, And make a vassal of himn.
Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder !
be maid, or no?
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? And then take hands :
What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? (1) Fairies, (2) Destroy.
(3) Still, silent.
It goes on,
Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders Pro.
Come on; obey : To hear thee speak of Naples : he does hear me;
(To Ferd. And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; Thy nerves are in their infancy again, Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld And have no vigour in them. The king my father wreck'd.
So they are: Mira. Alack, for mercy! My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up
up. Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of | My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, Milan,
The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, And his brave son, being twain.
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Pro.
The ke of Milan, Might I but through my prison, once a day, And his more braver daughter, could controll thee, Behold this maid : all corners eíse o' the earth If now it were fit to do't.-At the first sight Let liberty make use of; space enough
(Aside. Have I in such a prison. They have chang'd eyes :--Delicate Ariel,
It works :-Come on.I'll set thee free for this !-A word, good sir; Thou hast done well, fine Ariel !-Follow me.I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
(To Ferd. and Mira. Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Hark, what thou else shalt do me.
(To Ariel. Is the third man that ere I saw ; the first
Be of comfort, That ere I sigh'd for: pity move my father My father's of a better nature, sir, To be inclin'd my way!
Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Fer. 0, if a virgin,
Which now came from him. And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Pro.
Thou shalt be as free The queen of Naples.
As mountain winds : but then exactly do Pro.
Soft, sir; one word more.- All points of my command. They are both in either's powers: but this swift Ari.
To the syllable. business
Pro. Come, follow : speak not for him. (Exeunt. I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [.A side. Make the prize light.-One word more ; I charge
SCENE I. - Another part of the island. Enter Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a
Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, temple :
Francisco, and others. If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have Good things will strive to dwell with 't. Pro.
Follow me.- [To Ferd. || (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come. is much beyond our loss : our hint of wo I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks, Have just our theme of wo: but for the miracle, Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
I mean our preservation, few in millions Fer.
Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh I will resist such entertainment, till
Our sorrow with our comfort.
O dear father, Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Make not too rash a trial of him, for
Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. He's gentle, and not fearful.2
Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; Pro.
What, I say,
by and by it will strike. My foot my tutor!--Put thy sword up, traitor ; Gon. Sir. Who mak'st a show, bui dar'st not strike, thy Seb. One: Tell. conscience
Gon. Whenevery grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd, Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward ;3 Comes to the entertainerFor I can here disarm thee with this stick,
A dollar. And make thy weapon drop.
Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have Mira.
Beseech you, father! I spoken truer than you proposed. Pro. Hence ; hang not on my garments. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you Mira.
Sir, have pity; || should.
Gon. Therefore, my lord, -
Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue !
Gon. Well, I have done : but yetThou think'st, there are no more such shapes as he, Seb. He will be talking. Having seen but him and Caliban : foolish wench! Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good To the most of men this is a Caliban,
wager, first begins to crow? And they to him are angels.
Seb. The old cock.
My affections Ant. The cockrel.
Ant. A laughter.
Seb. A match. (1) Confute. (2) Frightful. 13) Guard. Adr. Though this island secm to be desert,
Seb. Ha, ha, ha!
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, Ant. So, you've pay'd.
against Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, The stomach of my sense : 'would I had never Seb. Yet,
Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Adr. Yet
My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, Ant. He could not miss it.
Who is so far from Italy remov'd,
Of Naples, and of Milan, what strange fish
I saw him beat the surges under him, Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen. The surge most swoln that met him: his bold Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life.
head Ant. True; save means to live.
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Seb. Of that there's none, or little.
Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Gon. How lusba and lusty the grass looks! how || To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd green!
As stooping to relieve him. I not doubt, Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.
He came alive to land. Seb. With an eye3 of green in't.
No, no, he's gone. Ant. He misses not much.
Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great Seb. No; be doth but mistake the truth totally.
Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is, indeed, al-That would not bless our Europe with your daughmost beyond credit)
ter, Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.
But rather lose her to an African; Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, || Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, than Alon.
Pr'ythee, peace. stain'd with salt water.
Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd othAnt. If but one of his pockets could speak, would
erwise it not say, He lies?
By all of us ; and the fair soul herself Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at
Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage
your son, of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have Tunis.
More widows in them of this business' making, Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault's well in our return.
Your own. Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with such a Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. paragon to their queen.
My lord Sebastian, Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.
The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, Ant. Widow? a pox o' that! how came that|And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, widow in? Widow Dido!
When you should bring the plaster. Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? Seb.
Very well. good lord, how you take it!
Ant. And most chirurgeonly. Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. When you are cloudy. Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
Foul weather? Adr. Carthage?
Very foul. Gon. I assure you, Carthage.
Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord, Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed. Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.
Or docks, or mallows. Ant. What impossible matter will be make easy Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do? next?
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his Gon. I'the commonwealth I would by contraries pocket, and give it his son for an apple.
Execute all things: for no kind of traffic Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, || Would I admit; no name of magistrate; bring forth more islands.
Letters should not be known; no use of service, Gon. Ay?
Of riches or of poverty; no contracts, Ant. Why, in good time.
Successions ; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis, at the No occupation; all men idle, all; marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. And women too; but innocent and pure:
Ant. And the rarest that c'er came there. No sovereignty :
And yet he would be king on't. Ant. 0, widow Dido ; ay, widow Dido.
Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forGon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first gets the beginning. day I wore it?' I mean, in a sort.
Gon. All things in common nature should produce Ant. That sort was weli fish'd for.
Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, s (1) Temperature. (2) Rank. (3) Shade of colour. (4) Degree or quality. (5) The rack.
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, | Whiles thou art waking:
Thou dost snore distinctly; To feed my innocent people.
There's meaning in thy snores. Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects?
Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves. Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir,|| Trebles thee o'er. To excel the golden age.
Well; I am standing water. Seb.
'Save his majesty! Ant. I'll teach you how to flow. Ant. Long live Gonzalo!
Do so: to ebb, Gon
And, do you mark me, sir ?-- Hereditary sloth instructs me. Alon. Prythee, no more : Thou dost talk no- Ant.
0, thing to me.
If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, Gon. I do well believe your highness; and didWhiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are you more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always | Most often do so near the bottom run, use to laugh at nothing.
By their own fear, or sloth. Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.
Pr'ythee, say on : Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim nothing to you; so you may continue, and laugh at A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, nothing still.
Which throes thee much to yield. Ant. What a blow was there given :
Thus, sir: Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.
Although this lord of weak remembrance, this Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you (Who shall be of as little memory, would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would || When he is earth’d,) hath bere almost persuaded continue in it five weeks without changing. (For he's a spirit of persuasion only,) Enter Ariel, invisible, playing solemn music.
The king, his son's alive; 'tis as impossible
That be's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here swims. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Seb. I have no hope Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. That he's undrown'd. Gon. No, I warrant you: I will not adventure Ant.
O, out of that no hope, my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, || What great hope have you! no bope, that way, is for I am very heavy
Another way so high a hope, that even Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, Au sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant. But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
me, Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts : 1 | That Ferdinand is drown'd? find,
Seb. They are inclined to do so.
Then, tell me, Seb.
Please you, sir, Who's the next heir of Naples? Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
Claribel. It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells It is a comforter.
Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples Ant. We two, my lord,
Can have no note, unless the sun were post, Will guard your person, while you take your rest, || (The man i' the moon's too slow,)till new-born chins And watch your safety.
Be rough and razorable: she, from whom Alon.
Thank you: wondrous heavy. We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again;
(Alonso sleeps. Erit Ariel. And, by that, destin'd to perform an act, Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.
In yours and my discharge. Seb.
Why Seb. What stuff is this?-How say you? Deth it not then our eye-lids sink? I finu not 'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis; Myself dispos'd to sleep.
So is she heir of Naples; 'twist which regions Ant.
Nor I; my spirits are nimble. There is some space. They fell together all, as by consent;
A space whose every cubit They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, || Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel Worthy Sebastian?-0, what might?—No more : Measure
us back to Naples?
--Keep in Tunis, And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,
And let Sebastian wake -Say, this were death Whai thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee; That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no
and My strong imagination sees a crown
Than now they are: there be, that can rule Na. Dropping upon thy head.
What, art thou waking? | As well as he that sleeps ; lords, that can prate Ant. Do you not bear me speak?
As amply, and unnecessarily, Seb.
I do; and, surely,|| As this Gonzalo; I myself could make It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st A chough2 of as deep chat. O, that you bore Out of thy sleep: what is it thou didst say? The mind that I do! what a sleep were this This is a strange repose, to be asleep
For your advancement! Do you understand me? With eyes wide open ; standing, speaking, moving, Seb. Methinks I do. And yet so fast asleep.
And how does your content Ant.
Noble Sebastian, Tender your own good fortune ? Thou let'st thy fortupe sleep-die rather: wink'st Seb.
(2) A bird of the jack-daw hind.
You did supplant your brother Prospero. (For my poor son.
True : Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts!
(Aside. Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kibe, || So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. (Exeunt. 'Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences, SCENE II.-Another part of the Island. EnThat stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they, ter Caliban, with a burden of wood. A noise And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, of thunder heard. No better than the earth he lies upon,
Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up If he were that which now he's like; whom I,
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make With this obedient steel, three inches of it,
him Can lay to bed forever: whiles you, doing thus,
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, To the perpetual wink for ayel might put
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who
Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire, Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest, Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark, They'll take suggestion,2 as a cat laps milk; They'll tell the clock to any business that
Out of my way, unless he bid them; but
For every trifle are they set upon me : We say befits the hour.
Sometimes like apes, that moed and chatter at me, Seb.
Thy case, dear friend, And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword : one stroke Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am I Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay’st ;|| All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues, And I the king shall love thee.
Do hiss me into madness :--Lo! now! lo! Ant.
Draw together :
Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, (They converse apart. For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat;
Perchance he will not mind me.
Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off Ari. My master through his art foresees the hear it sing i’ the wind : yond same black cloud,
any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I danger That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth, would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it
yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard' that (For else his project dies,) to keep them living.
did before, I know not where to hide my head : (Sings in Gonzalo's ear. (yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailWhile you here do snoring lie,
fuls.-What have we here? a man or fish? Open-ey'd Conspiracy
Dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a His time doth take :
very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of If of life you keep a care,
the newest, Poor John. A strange fish! Were I Shake off slumber, and beware :
in England now (as once I was,) and had this fish Awake! awake!
painted, not a holiday-fool there but would give a
piece of silver: there would this monster make a Ant. Then let us both be sudden. Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king!
man; any strange beast there makes a man: when
They wake. they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you like a man? and his fins like arms! Warm, o my
they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking?
troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no Gon.
What's the matter? | longer; this is no fish, but an islander, that hath Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, the storm is come again : my best way is to creep
lately suffered by a thunderbolt. (Thunder.] Alas! Even now, we heard a bollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions ; did it not wake you?
under his gaberdine ;5 there is no other shelter It struck mine ear most terribly.
hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange Alon.
bed-fellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of
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: And that a strange one too, which did awake me : Well, here's my comfort.
[Drinks. I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd,|| The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, I saw their weapons drawn :-there was a noise,
The gunner, and his mate, That's verity: 'best stand upon our guard ; Lou'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. But none of us card for Kate : Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make fur- For she had a tongue with a tang, ther search
Would cry to a sailor, Go, bang : (1) Ever. (2) Any hint.
(4) A black jack of leather, to hold beer Make mouths.
5) The frock of a peasant.
I heard nothing. I the storm be past.