So thou wilt send thy gentle heart before, 2 Sen. Throw thy glove, Or any token of thine honour else, That thou wilt use the wars as thy redress, Alcib. Then there's my glove; Both. 'Tis most nobly spoken. [the Senators descend, and open the gates. Sol. My noble general, Timon is dead; Entomb'd upon the very hem o'the sea: And, on his grave-stone, this insculpture; which wretched soul bereft : [caitiff left! Seek not my name. A plague consume you wicked Here lie I Timon; who, alive, all living men did [here thy gait." hate: Pass by, and curse thy fill; but pass, and stay not These well express in thee thy latter spirits: Though thou abhorr'dst in us our human griefs, Scorn'dst our brain's flow, and those our droplets From niggard nature fall, yet rich conceit [which Taught thee to make vast Neptune weep for aye On thy low grave, on faults forgiven. Dead Is noble Timon; of whose memory Hereafter more.-Bring me into your city, And I will use the olive with my sword: Make war breed peace; make peace stint war; make each SCENE, the Sea, with a Ship; afterwards an uninhabited Island. Boats. Heigh, my hearts; cheerly, cheerly, my hearts; yare, yare: take in the top-sail: 'tend to the master's whistle. Blow, till thou burst thy wind, if room enough! Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand, Gonzalo, and others. Alon. Good boatswain, have care. the master? Play the men. tage! If he be not born to be hanged, our case is miserable. [exeunt. Re-enter Boatswain. Boats. Down with the top-mast; yare; lower, lower; bring her to try with main course. [a cry within.] A plague upon this howling! they are louder than the weather, or our office. Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo. Yet again? what do you here? Shall we give o'er, and drown? Have you a mind to sink? Seb. A pox o'your throat! you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog! Boats. Work you, then. Ant. Hang, cur, hang! you whoreson, insolent noisemaker, we are less afraid to be drowned than Where is thou art. Gon. Good; yet remember whom thou hast Boats. None that I more love than myself. You are a counsellor; if you can command these elements to silence, and work the peace of the present, we will not hand a rope more; use your authority. If you cannot, give thanks you have lived so long, and make yourself ready in your cabin for the mischance of the hour, if it so hap. -Cheerly, good hearts.—Out of our way, I say. [exit. Gon. I have great comfort from this fellow: methinks he hath no drowning mark upon him; his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast, good fate, to his hanging! make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our own doth little advan Gon. I'll warrant him from drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstaunched wench. Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold; set ber two courses; off to sea again, lay her off. Enter Mariners, wet. Mar. All lost! to prayers, to prayers! all lost! [erit. Boats. What, must our mouths be cold? Gon. The king and prince at prayers! let us For our case is as theirs. [assist them, Seb. I am out of patience. Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by drunkards. [lie drowning, This wide-chapped rascal;-would'st thou might'st The washing of ten tides! Gon. He'll be hanged yet; Though every drop of water swear against it, And gape at wid'st to glut him. [a confused noise within.] Mercy on us!-We split we split!-Farewell, my wife and children!Farewell, brother!-We split, we split, we split.Ant. Let's all sink with the king. Seb. Let's take leave of him. Gezit. erit. Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs | That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else of sea for an acre of barren ground; long heath, In the dark backward and abysm of time? brown furze, any thing: the wills above be done! If thou remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here, but I would fain die a dry death. How thou cam'st here, thou may'st. Mira. But that I do not. Pro. Twelve years since, [exit. SCENE II. THE ISLAND: BEFORE THE CELL OF PROSPERO. Enter Prospero and Miranda. Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them: [have The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffer'd With those I saw suffer! a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock Against my very heart! Poor souls! they perish'd. Had I been any god of power, I would Have sunk the sea within the carth, or e'er It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and The freighting souls within her. Miranda, twelve years since, thy father was Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and Mira. O, the heavens! What foul play had we, that we came from thence Or blessed was't we did? Pro. Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence; But blessedly holp hither. Mira. O, my heart bleeds To think o'the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you, further. [tonio, I Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd An- Without a parallel; those being all my study, Mira. Sir, most heedfully. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd To trash for over-topping; new created [them, I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast not | As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Out three years old. Mira. Certainly, sir, I can. A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Not only with what my revenue yielded, Pro. By what? by any other house or person? But what my power might else exact,—like one, Of any thing the image tell me, that Hath kept with thy remembrance. Mira. 'Tis far off; And rather like a dream than an assurance Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, L Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Pro. To have no screen between this part he And him he play'd it for, he needs will be [play'd Absolute Milan: me, poor man! my library Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable: confederates (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Subject his coronet to the crown, and bend The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas, poor Milan!) To most ignoble stooping. Mira. O, the heavens! To think but nobly of my grandmother : Pro. Now the condition. This king of Naples, being an enemy To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint, That wrings mine eyes. Pro. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business, Which now's upon us; without the which, this❘ Were most impertinent. Mira. Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us? Pro. Well demanded, wench; [story [not; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst Mira. Alack! what trouble Was I then to you! Pro. O a cherubim Out of his charity (who being then appointed Mira. Would I might Pro. Now I arise: Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir, (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm? Pro. Know thus far forth. By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, Approach, my Ariel; come. Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil [smile, Would not infect his reason? Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst Mira. How came we ashore? Pro. By Providence divine. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Pro. Why, that's my spirit! Ari. Ay, sir. Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, A dozen years; within which space she died, And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans, As fast as mill-wheels strike: then was this island (Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with A human shape. Ari. Yes; Caliban, her son. Pro. Dull thing, I say so; Whom now I keep in service. he, that Caliban, Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in: thy groan Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, | Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts And his great person perish. Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: Ari. Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six and now Must by us both be spent most preciously. [pains, Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me. Pro. How now ? moody? What is't thou can'st demand? Ari. My liberty. Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Pro. Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee? Pro. Thou dost ; and think'st It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; To run upon the sharp wind of the north; To do me business in the veins o'the earth, When it is bak'd with frost. Ari. I do not, sir. [mise [forgot Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? Ari. No, sir. Pro. Thou hast: where was she born? speak; Ari. Sir, in Argier. [tell me. Pro. O, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible To enter human hearing, from Argier, Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did, They would not take her life. Is not this true? Of ever-angry bears: it was a torment Ari. I thank thee, master. [oak, Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an I will be correspondent to command, Pro. Do so; and after two days I will discharge thee. Ari. That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what: what shall I do? Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well. Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness on me. Pro. Shake it off: come on; We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Mira. 'Tis a villain, sir, I do not love to look on. We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Cal. [within.] There's wood enough within. Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [exit |