Enter CALIBAN. Col. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er. cramps, Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have Jack the Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them. I must eat my dinner. Cal. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't 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, 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. : Cal. [Aside. Pro. So, slave; hence! [Exit CALIBAN. Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing ; FERDINAND following him. ARIEL'S Song. [dispersedly. [dispersedly. Fer. Where should this musick be? i' the air, or the earth? Within two days for this. Fer. Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend!. Vouchsafe, my prayer May know, if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction give, How I may bear me here: My prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! If you be maid or no? Mira. No wonder, sir; But, certainly a maid. My language! heavens ! Pro. How! the best? 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. Pro. The duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could control thee, If now 'twere fit to do't: At the first sight [Aside. They have chang'd eyes: - Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this! - A word, good sir; I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father To be inclin'd my way! Fer. O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples. Pro. Soft, sir; one word more. They are both in either's powers; but this swift - business 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 ow'st not; and hast put thyself Upon this island, as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on't. Fer. No, as I am a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in s ch a If the ill spirit have so fair an house, | Fer. I will resist such entertainment, till Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle, and not fearful. No; [He draws O dear father, Pro. What, I say, My foot my tutor! Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike, thy con science Ant. The cockrel. Seb. Done: the wager? Ant. A laughter. Seb. A match. Gon. Therefore, my lord, Ant. Fye, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! next? Gon. Well, I have done: But yet Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. Seb. With an eye of green in't. Ant. He misses not much. Seb. He will be talking. Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good bring forth more islands. wager, first begins to crow? Seb. The old cock. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen. Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green! 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 garinents 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. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed albeyond credit) most Adr. 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 Eneas too? good lord, how you take it! Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Ant. He could not miss it. Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance. against The stomach of my sense: 'Would I had never Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly de- My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, livered. 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, Gon. Ay? Ant. Why, in good tine. Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem 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. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. 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? Who is so far from Italy remov'd, I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Fran. Sir, he may live; Alon. No, no, hesgone Execute all things: for no kind of traffick : Gon. All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance, To feed my innocent people. Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects? Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves, Gon. I would with such perfection govern. sir, To excel the golden age. 'Save his majesty! Seb. 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. 1. "Twas you we laugh'd at. Seb. 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, Thank you wondrous heavy. Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. 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 Sch. Pr'ythee, say on: 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: That he's undrown'd. Seb. Who's the next heir of Naples? Claribel. Ant. She that is queen of Tunis: she that dwells 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. Ant. O, out of that no hope, Musick. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible. What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is He's gone. [Sings in GONZALO's ear. His time doth take: Then, tell me, Ant. A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel As this Gonzalo; I myself could make Seb. Methinks, I do. Ant. Tender your own Seb. You did supplant your brother Prospero. Ant. I remember, True: And, look, how well my garments sit upon me; 3 Seb. But, for conscienceyour Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe, put me to my slipper: But I feel not This deity in my bosom; twenty consciences, 'Twould That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they, And melt, No better than the earth he lies upon, They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk; If he were that which now he's like: whom I, Should Thy case, dear friend, Ant. Seb. O, but one word. [They converse apart. Ant. Then let us both be sudden. Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king! Gon. Alon. I heard nothing. Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo? For my poor son. Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! Lead away. Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done : [Aside. So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. 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