A FINE APOSIOPESIS. They fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Worthy Sebastian?-O, what might?—No more:And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee; and My strong imagination sees a crown CALIBAN'S CURSES, All the infections that the sun sucks up Sometimes like apes, that moe* and chatter at me, SATIRE ON ENGLISH CURIOSITY. Were I in England now (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday-fool there but 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. CALIBAN'S PROMISES. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee ber ries; I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough, A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! * Make mouths. I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; ACT III. FERDINAND. There be some sports are painful; but their labour Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but The mistress which I serve, quickens what's dead, 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 We Veeps when she sees me work: and says, such base ness Had ne'er like executor. I forget: But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance. Work not so hard: I would the lightning had He's safe for these three hours. Fer. Mira. If you'll sit down, I'll bear your logs the while: Pray give me that * Sea-gulls. I'll carry it to the pile. Fer. No, precious creature: I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by. Mira. It would become me Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected; This visitation shows it. Mira. You look wearily. Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me, When you are by at night. I do beseech you, (Chiefly, that I might set it in your prayers,) What is your name? Mira. Miranda:-O my father, Fer. Mira. I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, *Command. † Own'd. Besides yourself, to like of: but I prattle Fér. I am, in my condition, A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king: (I would, not so!) and would no more endure This wooden slavery, than I would suffer The flesh-fly blow my mouth,-Hear my soul speak; The very instant that I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides, Mira. Do you love me? Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound, And crown what I profess with kind event, If I speak true; if hollowly, invert What best is boded me, to mischief! I, Mira. I am a fool,, Fair encounter To weep at what I am glad of. Fer. 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 cunning, And 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 Fer. And I thus humble ever. Mira. My mistress, dearest, My husband then? Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing *Whatsoever As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. farewell, Till half an hour hence. Fer. A thousand! thousand! A GUILTY CONSCIENCE. O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke and told me of it; ACT IV. CONTINENCE BEFORE MARRIAGE. If thou dost break her virgin knot before you As I hope A LOVER'S PROTESTATION. For quiet days, fair issue and long life, With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den, Mine honour into lust; to take away The edge of that day's celebration, When I shall think, or Phoebus' steeds are founder'd, Or night kept chain'd below. PASSION TOO STRONG FOR VOWS. Look, thou be true; do not give dalliance Too much the rein; the strongest oaths are straw To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious. Or else, good night, your vow! VANITY OF HUMAN NATURE. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and * Sprinkling. |