(So have we all) of joy; for our escape
Is much beyond our lofs: Our hint of woe

Is common; every day, fome failor's wife,
The mafter of some merchant, and the merchant,
Have just our theme of woe but for the miracle,
I mean our prefervation, few in millions

Can fpeak like us: then, wisely, good fir, weigh
Our forrow with our comfort.

Alon. Pr'ythee, peace.

Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Ant. The vifitor will not give him o'er fo.

Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his

wit; by and by it will strike.

Gon. Sir,

Seb. One-Tell.

Gor. When every grief is entertain'd, that's of

fer'd, comes to the entertainer

Seb. A dollar.

Gor. Dolour comes to him indeed; you have fpoken truer than you purpos'd,

Seb. You have taken it wifelier than I meant

you fhould.

Gon. Therefore, my lord,

II.

Seb. The old cock.

Ant. The cockrel.

Seb. Done: The wager?

Ant. A laughter.

Seb. A match.

Adr. Though this ifland seem to be defert,

Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

Ant. So, you've paid.

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,

Seb. Yet,

Adr. Yet

Ant. He could not miss 't.

Air. It must needs be of fubtle, tender, and

delicate temperance.2

Ant. 3 Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. Ay, and a fubtle; as he most learnedly deliver'd.

Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly,
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.

Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a fen.

Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life.

Ant. True; fave means to live,

Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

Gon. How lush 4 and lufty the grafs looks?

how green?

Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

Seb. With an eye of green in 't.

Ant. He mifies not much.

Scb. No, he doth but mistake the truth totally.

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

Ant. Fie, what a fpend-thrift is he of his tongue! almost beyond credit)

Alon. 1 pr'ythee, spare.

Gon. Well, I have done; But yet

Seb. He will be talking.

Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drench'd in the fea, hold notwithstanding their

Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a freshness, and gloffes; being rather new dy'd, than

good wager, first begins to crow ?

stain'd with falt water.

* Hint is that which recals to the memory. The cause that fills our minds with grief is com2 Temperance here means temperature. 3 In the puritanical times it was usual to chritten children from the titles of religious and moral virtues. 4 i. e, of a dark full colour, the opposite to palk and faint, B4

Ant. Why, in good time.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments feem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis, at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. Ant. And the rareft that e'er came there.

Seb. Bate, I befeech you, widow Dido.

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

Gon. And were the king of it, What would I
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. [ries
Gon. I' the commonwealth, I would by contra

Execute all things: for no kind of traffick
Would I admit; no name of magiftrate;
Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,
And ufe of fervice, none; contract, fucceffion,

Gon. Is not, fir, my doublet as fresh as the Bourn2, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;

first day I wore it? I mean, in a fort.

Ant. That fort was well fish'd for.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's mar

riage?

Alon. You cram these words into mine ears,
againft

The ftomach of my fenfe: Would I had never
Marry'd my daughter there! for, coming thence,
My fon is loft; and, in my rate, she too,
Who is fo far from Italy remov'd,

I ne'er again shall fee her. O thou mine heir
Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Hath made his meal on thee!

Fran. Sir, he may live;

I faw him beat the furges under him,
And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
Whose enmity he flung afide, and breafted
The furge most fwoln that met him; his bold head
"Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
Himfelf with his good arms in lufty stroke
To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn bafis bow'd,
As flooping to relieve him: I not doubt
He came alive to land.

No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;
No occupation; all men idle, all,

And women too, but innocent and pure;
No fovereignty.

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

Gon. All things in common nature should pro-
duce

Without fweat 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 3, 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 fuch perfection govern, fir,

To excel the golden age.

Seb. 'Save his majefty!
Ant. Long live Gonzalo!

Gon. And, do you mark me, fir?

Alon. Pr'ythee, no more; thou dost talk nothing to me.

2 A limit, a land-mark. 3 A French word figni

Gor. Gan. I do well believe your highness; and did to minifter occafion to these gentlemen, who are of fuch fenfible and nimble lungs, that they always ufe 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 ftill.

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 the would continue in it five weeks without changing. Enter Ariel, playing folemn musick.

Seb. We would fo, and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, my good lord, be not angry. Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my difcretion so weakly. Will you laugh me afleep, for I am very heavy?

Ant. Go, fleep, and hear us.

Trebles thee o'er.

Seb. Well, I am standing water.
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.

Seb. Da fo: to ebb,

Hereditary floth instructs me.
Ant. O,

If you but knew, how you the purpose cherifh,
Whilft thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
Most often, do so near the bottom run,
By their own fear, or floth.

Seb. Pr'ythee, fay on:

The fetting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
A matter from thee: and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.

Ant. Thus, fir:

Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,
(Who shall be of as little memory,
When he is earth'd) hath here almost perfuaded,
(For he's a spirit of perfuafion, only

[Gonz. Adr. Fra. Sc. fleep. Professes to perfuade) the king, his fon's alive Alon. What, all fo foon afleep! I with mine 'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd,

eyes

[find, As he, that fleeps here, swims.

Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: 1

They are inclin'd to do fo,

Seb. Please you, fir,

Do not omit the heavy offer of it:

It feldom vifits forrow; when it doth,

It is a comforter.

Axt. We two, my lord,

Seb. I have no hope

But doubts difcovery there. Will you grant, with

Will guard your perfon, while you take your reft, That Ferdinand is drown'd?

And watch your fafety.

Alon. Thank you: Wond'rous heavy

[All fleep but Seb. and Ant.
Seb. What a strange drowsiness poffeffes them?
Ast. It is the quality o' the climate,
Scb. Why

Doth it not then our eye-lids fink? I find not
Myself difpos'd to fleep.

Art. Nor I; my fpirits are nimble.
They fell together all, as by confent;
They dropp'd, as by a thunder-ftroke.

miglit,

Seb. He's gone.

Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; the that Ten leagues beyond man's life: the that from Naples

Can have no note, unless the fun were poft, [chins
(The man if the moon's too flow) till new-bora
Be rough and razorable; fhe, from whom [again;

What We were all fea-fwallow'd, though fome cait
And, by that deftiny, to perform an act,

[more:

Worthy Sebaftian? O, what might?
And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,
What thou should'it be; the occafion speaks
My itrong imagination fees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.

Seb. What, art thou waking?

Ant. Do you not hear me speak?

Seb. I do; and, furely,

It is a fleepy language; and thou speak ft
Out of thy fleep: What is it thou didst fay ?
This is a strange repofe, to be afleep

No Whereof what's part is prologue; what to come, [and In yours, and my difcharge.

thee;

With eyes wide open; standing, fpeaking, moving;
And yet fo fait afleep.

Ait. Noble Sebaftian,

Seb. What stuff is this? How fay you?
'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis;
So is the heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions
There is fome fpace.

Thou let'ft thy fortune fleep, die rather; wink'st As amply, and unneceffarily,
Whiles thou art waking.

Seb. Thou doft snore distinctly;

There's meaning in thy snores.

Ant. I am more ferious than my custom; you For your advancement? Do you understand me?

Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,

Seb. Methinks, I do.

A chough is a bird of the jack-daw kind.

Ant Ant. And how does your content

Tender your own good fortune?
Seb. I remember,

You did fupplant your brother Profpero.
Ant. True:

And, look, how well my garments fit upon me;
Much feater than before: My brother's fervants
Were then my fellows, now they are my men.

Seb. But, for your confcience
Ant. Ay, fir; where lies that? If it were a kybe,
'Twould put me to my flipper; but I feel not
This deity in my bofom: twenty confciences,
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candy'd be they,
And melt, e'er they moleft. Here lies your bro-
No better than the earth he lies upon,

Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo ?

Gon. Upon my honour, fir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me: I shak'd you, fir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, I faw their weapons drawn:-there was a noife, That's verity: 'Tis best we stand upon our guard;

Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further fearch

For my poor fon.

Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts ! For he is, fure, i' the island.

Whom I with this obedient steel, three inches of it, So, king, go fafely on to feek thy fon.

Alon. Lead away.

[ther,

Ari. Profpero my lord shall know what I have

If he were that which now he's like, that's dead;

done.

[Afide.

[Exeunt.

Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus,

To the perpetual wink, for ay 2 might put

This ancient morfel, this fir Prudence, who

Another part of the island.

They'll take fuggeftion 3, as a cat laps milk;

They'll tell the clock to any business that

We fay befits the hour.

Should not upbraid our course. For all the reft, Enter Caliban with a burden of wood: A noife of

thunder beard.

Cal. All the infections that the fun fucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Profper fall, and make

him

By inch-meal a disease! His fpirits hear me,
And yet I needs muft curse. But they'll not pinch,
Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle they are set upon me:

Sometime like apes, that moes and chatter at me, [They converse apart. And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which

Enter Ariel, with mufick and fong.
Ari. My mafter through his art forefees the
danger

That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth
(For elfe his project dies) to keep them living.
[Sings in Gonzalo's ear.

While you bere do fnoring lie,
Open-ey'd confpiracy

His time doth take:
If of life you keep a care,
Shake off Slumber, and beware:
Awake! awake!

Ant. Then let us both be fudden.
Gon. Now, good angels, preferve the king!

[They awake. Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake? Why are

you drawn 4? Wherefore this ghastly looking?

Gon. What's the matter?

Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall; fometime am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
Do hifs me into madness: - Lo! now! lo!

Enter Trinculo.

Here comes a fpirit of his; and to torment me,
For bringing wood in flowly: I'll fall flat;
Perchance he will not mind me.

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it finging i' the wind: yond' fame black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard6 that would fhed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond' fame cloud cannot chuse but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? a man or a fith? Dead or alive? A fish; he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like fmell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. A strange fish! 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 filver: there would this monfter

Seb. Whiles we stood here fecuring your repose, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? make a man 7; any strange beaft there makes a It strook mine ear most terribly.

Alon. I heard nothing.

Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake! fure, it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions.

man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to fee a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loofe my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, but

I i. e. that is, id eft. 2 For ever. 3 A hint of villany. 4 Having your swords drawn. - 5 Make mouths. 6 Bumbard means, in this place, a large vessel for holding drink. 7 i. c. make a man's fortune.

an islander, that has lately fuffer'd by a thunder- of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul bolt. Alas! the storm is come again: my best speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: other shelter hereabout: Mifery acquaints a man Comes Amen! I will pour fome in thy other with strange bedtellows: I will here shroud, till mouth.

the dregs of the storm be paft.

Enter Stephano finging, a bottle in his band.
Ste. I shall no more to fea, to fea,

Here shall I dye a-shore,-
This is a very fcurvy tune to fing at a man's funeral:
Well, here's my comfort.
[Drinks.

The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,
The gunner and bis mate,
Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
But none of us car'd for Kate:
For the bad a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a failor, Go, bang:

She lov'd not the favour of tar nor of pitch, [itch:
Yet a taylor might fcratch her where-e'er she did
Then to fea, boys, and let her go bang.

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 fpoon.

Trin. Stephano! -if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo;-be not afraid, thy good friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull thee by the leffer legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: How cam'ft thou to be the fiege 7 of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculos?

Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunderstroke:-But art shou not drown'd, Stephano ? I hope now, thou art not drown'd. Is the storm This is a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort. over-blown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's [Drinks. gaberdine, for fear of the storm: And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans

Cal. Do not torment me: Oh!
Ste. What's the matter? have we devils here? 'scap'd!

Do you put tricks upon us with favages, and men
of Inde? Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning to be
afraid now of your four legs; for it hath been faid,
As proper a man as ever went upon four legs, can-
not make him give ground: and it shall be faid
so again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils.

Cal. The fpirit torments me: Oh!

Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my ftomach is not conftant.

Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprights.
That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:
I will kneel to him.

Ste. How did'st thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither? swear, by this bottle, how thou cam'st

Ste. This is fome monfter of the ifle, with four hither. I escap'd upon a butt of fack, which the legs; who has got, as I take it, an ague: Where failors heav'd over-board, by this bottle! which I the devil should he learn our language? I will give made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, him fome relief, if it be but for that: If I can re- fince I was cast a-fhore.

cover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples

with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neats-leather.

Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee; I'll bring my wood home fafter.

Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the wifeft: He shall taste of my bottle: if he 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 foundly.

Cal. Thou doft me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling 3: Now Profper works upon thee.

Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, 4 cat; open your mouth: this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that foundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again.

Trin. I should know that voice: It should be,But he is drown'd; and these are devils: O! de

fend me!

Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy true fubject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here; fwear then, how escap'dft thou? Trin. Swom a-fhore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

Ste. Here, kifs the book: Though thou can'ft fwim like a duck, thou art made like a goofe. Trin. O Stephano, haft any more of this?

Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by the fea-fide, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf? how does thine ague?

Cal. Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven ? Ste. Out o' the moon, I do affure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was..

Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee: my mistress shew'd me thee, and thy dog and thy bush.

Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: fwear.

Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster:-I afraid of him?-a very weak monster:-The man i' the moon?-a most poor cre

Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate dulous monster:--Well drawn, monster, in good moniter! His forward voice now is to speak well footh.

1 A gaberdine is properly the coarse frock or outward garment of a peafant, and is still worn by the peasants in Suflex. 2 i. e, any fum, or ever to much, 3 Tremor is always reprefented as the effect of being posless'd by the devil. 4 Alluding to an old proverb, that good liquor will make a cat fpeak. 5 Means, ftop your draught. • Alluding to the proverb, A long Spoon to eat with the devil. 7 Siege lignifies ftool in every fense of the word, and is here ufed in the dirtiest.

Ca.