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Alon. Thank you: wondrous heavy.Ant.
[Alonso sleeps. Erit Aniel. Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord, - Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed.
Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.
Why Gon. And were the king of it, what would I Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not do?
Myself dispos’d to sleep.
They dropp'd as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Execute all things: for no kind of traffic
Worthy Sebastian ? — 0, what might ? – No Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known; no use of service, And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, Of riches or of poverty; no contracts,
What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee; Succession; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none:
and No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil:
My strong imagination sees a crown No occupation; all men idle, all;
Dropping upon thy head. And women, too; but innocent and pure:
What, art thou waking? No sovereignty :
Ant. Do you not hear me speak?
I do; and surely, Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth for- It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st gets the beginning.
Out of thy sleep: What is it thou didst say? Gon. All things in common nature should pro- This is a strange repose, to be asleep duce,
eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, Without sweat or endeavor: treason, felony, And yet so fast asleep. Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Ant.
Noble Sebastian, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die rather; wink'st Of its own kind, all foison", all abundance, Whiles thou art waking. To feed my innocent people.
Thou dost snore distinctly; Seb. No marrying ʼmong his subjects ? There's meaning in thy snores. Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves. Ant. I am more serious than my custom : you
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, Must be so too, if heed me; which to do, To excel the golden age.
Trebles thee o'er. Seb. 'Save his majesty!
Well; I am standing water. Ant. Long live Gonzalo!
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Do so: to ebb, Alon. Pry'thee, no more: thou dost talk nothing Hereditary sloth instructs me. to ine.
0, Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, use to laugh at nothing.
Most often do so near the bottom run, Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.
By their own fear, or sloth. Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am Seb.
Pr’ythee, say on: nothing to you; so you may continue, and laugh The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim at nothing still.
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, Ant. What a blow was there given !
Which throes thee much to yield. Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.
Thus, sir, Gon. You are gentlemen of brave metal: you Although this lord of weak remembrance, this, would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would (Who shall be of as little memory, continue in it five weeks without changing. When he is earth’d,) hath here almost persuaded
(For he's a spirit of persuasion only) Enter Ariel invisible, playing solemn music.
'ì'he king his son's alive: 'tis as impossible
That he'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.
0, out of that no hope, my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, What great hope have you! no hope, 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, [All sleep but Alon., SEB., and Ant. But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I 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
(The mani'the moon's too slow) till new-born chins * Plenty.
Be rough and razorable: she, from whom
We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again; Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are And, by that, destin'd to perform an act,
you drawn? Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, Wherefore this ghastly looking ? In yours and my discharge.
What's the matter? Seb. What stuff is this !-How say you ?
Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, 'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis; Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? There is some space.
It struck mine ear most terribly.
I heard nothing. Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel
Ant. 0, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; Measure us back to Naples?—Keep in Tunis, To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar And let Sebastian wake!—Say, this were death Of a whole herd of lions. That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no
Heard you this, Gonzalo?
Gon. Upon mine honor, sir, I heard a humming, Than now they are: there be, that can rule Naples And that a strange one too, which did awake me: As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate I shak'd you, sir, and cry’d: as mine eyes open’d, As amp!v, and unnecessarily,
I saw their weapons drawn :—there was a noise, As this Gonzalo; I myself could make
That's verity: 'Best stand upon our guard; A chough' of as deep chat. O, that you bore Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. The mind that I do! what a sleep were this Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make furFor your advancement! Do you understand me?
ther search Scb. Methinks I do.
For my poor son.
Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! Tender your own good fortune ?
For he is, sure, i' the island. Seb.
Alon. You did supplant your brother Prospero.
Ari. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have Ant.
Seb. But, for your conscience
Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe, Enter Caliban, with a burden of wood. *Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,
A noise of thunder heard. That stand 'twixt ine and Milan, candied be they, Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make No better than the earth he lies upon,
him If he were that which now he's like; whom I, By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, With this obedient steel, three inches of it, And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus, Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire, To the perpetual wink for aye might put
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who Out of my way, unless he bid them; but Should not upbraid our course.
For all the rest, For every trifle are they set upon me: They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk; Sometime like apes that moe and chatter at me, They'll tell the clock to any business that And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which We say befits the hour.
Lie tumbling in my barc-foot way, and mount Seb.
Thy case, dear friend, Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am I
Draw together: Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me,
Perchance, he will not mind me. Seb 0, but one word!
Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off [They converse apart. any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible.
hear it sing i’ the wind: yond' same black cloud,
yond' huge one, looks like a foul bombard' that Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth, did before, I know not where to hide my head: (For else his project dies,) to keep them living. yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.
[Sings in Gonzalo's ear. What have we here? a man or a fish ? dead or alive? While you here do snoring lie,
A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fishOpen-ey'd conspiracy
like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. His time doth tale:
A strange fish! Were I in England now, (as once I If of life you keep a care,
was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holidayShike off' slumber, and beware :
fool there but would give a piece of silver; there Awake! awake!
would this monster make a man: аry strange beast
there makes a man: when they will not give a doit Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king ! see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins
Make mouths. | A bird of the jackdaw kind.
"A black jack of leather to hold beer.
like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose mercy! This is a devil, and no monster! I will my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an leave him; I have no long spoon. islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. Trin. Stephano!-if thou beest Stephano, touch [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is coming again: my me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo ;-be not best way is to creep under his gaberdine"; there is no afeard,—thy good friend Trinculo. other shelter hereabout: Misery acquaints a man Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud, till thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, the dregs of the storm be past.
these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed. Enter Stephano, singing; a bottle in his hand. How cam’st thou to be the siege“ of this moon-calf?
Can he vent Trinculos? Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,
Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder. Here shall I die a-shore ;
stroke :—But art thou not drowned, Stephano ?
I hope now thou art not drowned. Is the storm This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's funeral:
gaberdine, for fear of the storm: And art thou Well, here's my comfort.
living, Stephano? 0 Stephano, two Neapolitans The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, 'scaped ! The gunner, and his mate,
Ste. Pr’ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
is not constant. But none of us cared for Kate:
Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not For she had a tongue with a tang,
sprites. Would cry to a sailor, Go hang:
That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor: She lov'd not the savor of tar or of pitch,
I will kneel to him. Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did Ste. How didst thou 'scape? How cam'st thou itch:
hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam’st hither. Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors This is a scurvy tune too : but here's my comfort. the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I
heaved overboard, by this bottle! which I made of
was cast ashore. Cal. Do not torment me: 0! Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? True subject; for the liquor is not earthly.
Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men
Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap'dst. of Inde ? Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning, to be Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can afcard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, swim like a duck, I'll be sworn. As proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot
Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou canst make him give ground: and it shall be said so swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose. again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils.
Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this? Cal. The spirit torments me: 0!
Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a Ste. This is some monster of the isle with four rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How legs; who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where now, moon-calf? how does thine ague? the devil should he learn our language? I will give
Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? him some relief, if it be but for that: If I can re
Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was cover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples the man in the moon, when time was. with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; trod on neat's leather.
My mistress showed me thee, thy dog and bush. Cal. Do not torment me, pr’ythee;
Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will I'll bring my wood home faster.
furnish it anon with new contents: swear. Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after
Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have monster:-Í afeard of him!-a very wcak monster: never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove
— The man i' the moon!-a most poor credulous his fit: If I can recover him, and keep him tame, I
monster: :-Well drawn, monster, in good sooth. will not take too much for him: he shall pay for Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o'the island: him that hath him, and that soundly.
And kiss thy foot: I prythee, be my god. Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt
Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunkAnon, I know it by thy trembling:
en monster; when his god's asleep, he'll rob his Now Prosper works upon thee.
bottle. Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; Cal. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy here is that which will give language to you, cat;
subject. open your mouth: this will shake your shaking, I
Ste. Come on, then; down and swear. can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy. who's your friend: open your chaps again. headed monster: A most scurvy monster! I could
Trin. I should know that voice: It should be find in my heart to beat him, — But he is drowned; and these are devils: 0! de
Ste. Come, kiss. fend me!
Trin. —but that the poor monster's in drink. Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate An abominable monster! monster! His forward voice now is to speak well Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul
thee berries; speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my l’ll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: Come, A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth.
I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Trin. Stephano!
Thou wondrous man. Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! 2 The frock of a peasant. 3 India. 1
Trin. A most ridiculous monster! to make a Cal. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell. wonder of a poor drunkard.
[Sings drunkenly. Cal. I prythee, let me bring thee where crabs Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster. grow;
Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts;
Nor fetch in firing Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how
At requiring, To share the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee
Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish, To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee
BaoBan, Ca–Caliban Young sea-mells from the rock: Wilt thou go
Has a new master-Get a new man. with me! Ste. I pr’ythee now lead the way, without any Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, more talking.–Trinculo, the king and all our com
hey-day, freedom! pany else being drowned, we will inherit here. Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. Here; bear my bottle. Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill
[Exeunt. him by and by again.
SCENE I.—Before Prospero's Cell. (Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,)
What is your name?
Miranda :-0 my father, Fer. There be some sports are painful; but their I have broke your hest to say so! labor
Admir'd Miranda! Delight in them sets off; some kinds of baseness Indeed, the top of admiration; worth Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters
What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be I have ey'd with best regard; and many' a time As heavy to me, as ’tis odious; but
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues And makes my labors pleasures: 0, she is
Have I lik'd several women; never any Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed; With so full soul, but some defect in her And he's composed of harshness. I must remove Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd, Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up, And put it to the foil: But you, O you, Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistress So perfect, and so peerless, are created Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such Of every creature's best. baseness
I do not know Had ne'er like éxecutor. I forget:
One of my sex; no woman's face remember, But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labors; Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen Most busy-less, when I do it.
More that I may call men, than you, good friend,
And my dear father; how features are abroad, Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance.
I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty, Mira.
Alas, now! pray you (The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish Work not so hard : I would the lightning had Any companion in the world but you; Burnt those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile! Nor can imagination form a shape, Pray set it down, and rest you: when this burns, Besides yourself, to like of: but I prattle *Twill weep for having wearied you: My father Something too wildly, and my father's precepts Is hard at study; pray now rest yourself;
Therein forget. He's safe for these three hours.
I am, in my condition, Fer.
O most dear mistress, A prince, Miranda ; I do think, a king; The sun will set, before I shall discharge
(I would, not so!) and would no more endure What I must strive to do.
This wooden slavery, than I would suffer Mira.
If you'll sit down, The flesh-fly blow my mouth.—Hear my soul I'll bear your logs the while: Pray, give me that; speak; I'll carry it to the pile.
The very instant that I saw you, did Fer.
No, precious creature: My heart fly to your service; there resides,
To make me slave to it; and, for your sake,
Do you love me? Mira. It would become me
Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this As well as it does you: and I should do it
If I speak true! if hollowly, invert
Beyond all limit of what else i' the world,
You look wearily. Do love, prize, honor you. Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning Mira.
I am a fool,
To weep at what I am glad of. by at night. I do beseech you, Pro.
with me, When you
• Sea gulls.
Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace head; if you prove a mutineer, the next tree— The On that which breeds between them!
poor monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer Fer.
Wherefore weep you? indignity. Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd offer
To hearken once again the suit I made thee? What I desire to give; and much less take,
Ste. Marry will I: kneel, and repeat it; I will
Enter ARIEL, invisible.
Cal. As I told thee
Before, I am subject to a tyrant;
Thou liest. Fer.
My mistress, dearest, Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou; And I thus humble ever.
I would my valiant master would destroy thee: Mira.
My husband then? I do not lie. Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing
Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. his tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your Mira. And mine, with my heart in't: And now teeth. farewell,
Trin. Why, I said nothing. Till half an hour hence.
Ste. Mum then, and no more.—[To Caliban.) Fer.
A thousand! thousand! Proceed.
[Exeunt Fer. and Mir. Cal. I say, by sorcery he got this isle; Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, From me he got it. If thy greatness will Who are surpris’d with all; but my rejoicing Revenge it on him-for, I know, thou dar'st; At nothing can be more. I'll to my book; But this thing dare not. For yet, ere supper-time, must I perform
Ste. That's most certain. Much business appertaining.
[E.cit. Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee.
Ste. How now shall this be compassed? Canst SCENE II.-Another part of the Island. thou bring me to the party? Enter Stephano and Trisculo; Caliban fol. Where thou may’st knock a nail into his head.
Cal. Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep, lowing with a bottle.
Ari. Thou liest, thou canst not. Ste. Tell not me;—when the butt is out, we Cal. What a pied ninny's this!" Thou scurvy will drink water; not a drop before: therefore patch! bear up and board 'em: Servant-monster, drink to I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows,
And take his bottle from him: when that's gone, Trin. Servant-monster? the folly of this island! | He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not show They say, there's but five upon this isle: we are
him three of them; if the other two be brained like us, Where the quick freshes' are. the state totters.
Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interSte. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee; 1 rupt the monster one word further, and, by this thy eyes are almost set in thy head.
hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a Trin. Where should they be set else? he were stock-fish of thee. a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail. Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go
Ste. My man-monster hath drowned his tongue further off. in sack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me: I Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied? swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty Ari. Thou liest. leagues, off and on, by this light.—Thou shalt be Ste. Do I so? take thou that. [Strikes him.] As my lieutenant, monster, or my standard.
you like this, give me the lie another time. Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no Trin. I did not give the lie:-Out o' your wits, standard.
and hearing too?-A pox o' your bottle ! this can Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster.
sack and drinking do.-A murrain on your monsTrin. Nor go neither: but you'll lie, like dogs; ter, and the devil take your fingers! and yet say nothing neither.
Cal. Ha, ha, ha! Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pr'ythee! beest a good moon-calf.
stand further off. Cal. How does thy honor? Let me lick thy Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time, shoe: I'll not serve him, he is not valiant. I'll beat him too. Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster; I am Ste.
Stand further.—Come, proceed. in case to justle a constable: Why, thou deboshed Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him fish thou, was there ever man a coward, that hath r' the afternoon to sleep: there thou may'st brain drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a
him, monstrous lie, being but half a fish, and half a Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log monster?
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, Or cut his wezand’ with thy knife: Remember,
First to possess his books; for without them Trin. Lord, quoth he!—that a monster should He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not be such a natural!
One spirit to command: They all do hate him, Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I pr’ythee. As rootedly as I: Burn but his books; Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your
. Alluding to Trinculo's party-colored dress. Debauched.
my lord ?