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Mira.

SCENE II. The island : before the Cell of Prospero. In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,

Without a parallel ; those being all my study, Enter Prospero and Miranda.

The government I cast upon my brother, Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you have And to my state grew stranger, being transported, Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleThe sky, it seems, would pour down stinking piteh, Dost thou attend me ? But that the sea, mounting to the wetkin's cheek, Mira.

Sir, most beedfully. Dashes the fire out. 0, I have suffer'd

Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, With those that I saw suffer! a brave vessel, How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom Who had no doubt some noble creatures in her, To trash for over-topping ; new created [them, Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock

The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd Against my very heart! Poor souls ! they perish'd. Or else new form'd them : having both the key Ilad I been any god of power, I would

of officer and office, set all bearts Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er

To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was It should the good ship so have swailow'd, and The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, The frei, bting souls within her.

And suck'd my verdure out on't.--Thou attend'st not: Pro.

Be collected ; I pray thee, mark me. No more amazement: tell your piteous heart,

Mira,

O good sir, I do. There's no harm done.

Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate Mira. O, woe the day!

To closeness and

the bettering of Pro.

No harm. With that, which, but by being so retir’d, I have done nothing but in care of thee,

O'erpriz'd all popular rate, in my false brother, (Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter !) who Awak'd an evil nature : and my trust, Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Like a good parent, did beget of hiin Of whence I am ; nor that I ain more better

A falsehood, in its coutrary as great
Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,

As
my

trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, And thy no greater father.

A confidence sans bound. He being thuis lorded, Mira. More to know

Not only with what my revenue yielded, Did never meddle with my thoughts.

But what my power might else exact-like one, Pro.

"l'is time Who having, into truth, by telling of it, I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, Made such a sinner of his memory, And pluck my magic garment from me. -So; To credit his own lie,-he did believe

[Lays down his Mantle. He was the duke ; out of the substitution, Lie there, my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes ; have com And executing the outward face of royalty, fort.

With all prerogative :-Hence his ambition
The dire ul spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd Growing,-Dost hear!
The very virtue of compassion in thee,

Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. I have with such provision in mine art

Pro. To have no screen between this part he So safely order'd, that there is no soul

And him he play'd it for, he needs will be [play'd, No, not so much perdition as an hair,

Absolute Milan: me, poor man ! any library Betid to any creature in the vessel

Was dukedom large enough ; of temporal royalties Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit He thinks me now incapable : confederates For thou must now know further.

(down ;(So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples,

You have often To give him annual tribute, do Lim homage ; Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp'd

Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend And left me to a bootless inquisition;

The dukedom, yet unbow'd (alas, poor Milan !) Concluding, Stay, not yet ..

To most ignoble stooping.
The bour's now come;

Mira.

o the heavens! The very minute bids thee ope thine ear ;

Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell Obey, and be attentive. Canst thoa remember If this might be a brother.

[me, A time before we came unto this cell?

Mira.

I should sin
I do not think thou canst; for then thou wast not To think but nobly of my grandmother :
Out three years old.

Good wombs have borue bad sons.
Mira,
Certainly, sir, I can.

Pro.

Now the condition. Pro. By what! by any other house, or person ! This king of Naples, being an enemy of any thing the image tell me, that

To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Which was, that he in lieu o'ihe premises,Mira.

Tis far off ; of homage, and I know not bow much tribute, And rather like a dream than an assurance

Should presently extirpate me and mine That my remembrance warrants : had I not

Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, Four or five women once, that tended me?

With all the honours, on my brother : whereon Pro. Thou hadst, and more, Miranda : but bow is it, A treacherous army levied, one midnight That this lives in thy mind! What seest thou else Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open In the dark backward and abysm of tine!

The gates of Milan; and i'the dead of darkness, If thou remember'st augbt, ere thou cam'st here, T.e ministers for the purpose hurried thence How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.

Me, and thy crying self.
Mira.
But that I do not. Mira.

Alack, for pity!
Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years 1, vot rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Thy father was the duke of Milan, and (sinte, Will cry it o'er again ; it is a hint,
A prince of power.

That wrings mine eyes.
Mira.
Sir, are not you my father ? Pro,

Hear a little further,
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and And then I'll bring thee to the present business
She said-ihou wast my daughter; and thy father Which now's upon us ; without the which, this story
Was duke of Milan; and his only heir

Were most impertinent. A princess ;-Do worse issued.

Mira.

Wherefore did they not Mira.

0, the heavens ! That hour destroy us? What foul play had we, that we came from there!

Well demanded, wench; Or blessed was't we did!

My tale provokes that question. Dear, they darst not; Pro.

Both, both, my girl : (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence, A mark so bloody on the business ; bat
But blessedly holp hither.

With colours fairer painted their fuul ends.
Mira,

O, my heart bleeds In few, they hurried us aboard a bark;
To think o'the teen that I have turn'd you to, Bore us some leagues to sea ; where they prepard
Which is from my remembrance ! Please you further. A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'a,

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'a Antonio,-- Nor tackle, sail, uor mast; the very rats
I pray thee, mark me,--that a brother should Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
Be so perfidious !-he whom, next thyself,

To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh of all the world I lov'd, and to him put

To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, The mana e of my state; as, at that time,

Did is but loving wrong. Through all the signiories it was the first,

Mira.

Alack! what trouble And Prospero the prime duke; being so repo ed Was I then to you!

Pro.

Pro.

[mise

Pro.
O! a cherubim

Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid : Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

The mariners all under hatches stowed ; When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me I have left asleep: and for the rest o'the fleet, An undergoing stomach, to bear up

Which I dispers'd, they all have met again ; Against what should ensue.

And are upon the Mediterranean flote, Mira.

How came we ashore ! Bound sadly home for Naples ; Pro. By Providence divine.

Suppo ing that they saw the king's ship wreek'd, Some food we had, and some fresh water, that And his great person perish. A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Pro.

Ariel, thy charge Out of his charity (who being then appointed Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: Master of this design) did give us ; with

What is the time o'the day? Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,

Ari.

Past the mid season. Which since have stealed much ; so, of his gentle Pro. At least two glasses : the time 'twixt six and Knowing 1 Jov'd my books, he furnish'd me, (ness, Must by us both be spent most preciously.

(now, From my own library, with volumes that

Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me I prize above my dukedom.

pains, Mira.

'Wonld I might

Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, But ever see that man !

Which is not yet perform'd me.
Pro.
Now I arise :-

Pro.

How now? moody? Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.

What is't thou canst demand ! Here in this island we arriv'd ; and here

Ari.

My liberty. Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Than other princes can, that have more time

Ari.

I pray thee For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. (yon, sir, Remember, I have done thee worthy service;

Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, 1 pray Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd (For still 'tis beating in my mind), your reason Without or grudge, or grumblings : thou didst proFor raising this sea-storm

To bate me a full year.
Pro.
Know thas far forth. Pro.

Dost thou forget
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,

From what a torment I did free thee? Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies

Ari.

No. Brought to this shore : and by my prescience

Pro. Thou dost; and think'st I find my zenith doth depend upon

It much to tread the ooze of the salt deep; A most auspicious star ; whose influence

To run upon the sharp wind of the north ;
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes

To do me business in the veins o'the earth,
Will ever after droop:-Here cease more questions ; When it is bak'd with frost.
Thou art inclin'd to sleep ; 'tis a good dulness,

Ari.

I do not, sir. And give it way ;-I know thou canst not choose. Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot

[Miranda sleeps. The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envs, Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her! Approach, my Ariel ; come,

Ari. No, sir.

(tell me. Pro. Thou hast : where was sbe born I speak; Enter Ariel.

Ari. Sir, in Argier. Ari. All hail, great master ! grave sir, hail ! I come Pro.

0, was she so ! I nost, To answer thy best. pleasure ; be't to fly,

Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

Which thou forget'st. This damo'd witch, Sycorax,
On the earl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
Ariel, and all his quality.

To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Pro.
Hast thou, spirit,

Thoa kpow'st, was bayish'd ; for one thing she did,
Perform'a to point the tempest that I bade thee! They would not take her life. Is not this true!
Ari. To every article.

Ari. Ay, sir.

[child, I boarded the king's ship ; now on the beak,

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with Now in the waist, the deek, in every cabin, And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, I flam'd amazement : sometimes, I'd divide, As thou report'st thyelf, wast then her servant : And burn in many places ; on the top-mast,

And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly ; To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the precursors Refusing her grand bests, she did contine'tlice, O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary By help of her more potent ministers, And sight outrunning were not the fire, and cracks And in her most uninitigable rage, of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptane Into a cloven pine ; within which rift Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble ; Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain Yea, his dread trident shake.

A dozen years ; within which space she died, Pro.

My brave spirit ! And left thee there ; where thou didst vent thy groans, Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil

As fast as mill-wheels strike: then was this island Would not infect his reason !

(Save for the son that she did litter here, Ari.

Not a soul

A freckled whelp, hag-born), not honour'd with Bot felt a fever of the mad, and play'd

A human shape. Some tricks of desperation : all, bat mariners,

Ari.

Yes ; Caliban, her son. Plung'd in the fuaming brine, and quit the vessel, Pro. Dall thing, I say so ; he, that Caliban, Then all a-tire with me : the king's son, Ferdinand, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st With hair up starting (then like reeds, not hair,) What torment I did find thee in : thy groans Was the first man that leap'd ; cried, Hell is empty, Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts And all the devils are here.

of ever-angry bears: it was a torment Pro.

Why, that's my spirit! To lay apon the damn'd, which Sycorax But was not this nigh shore !

Could not again undo; it was mine art, Ari.

Close by, my master.

When I arriv'd and heard thee, that made gape Pro. Bat are they, Ariel, safe!

The pine, and let thee out.
Ari.
Not a hair perish'd ; Ari.

I thank thee, master. On their sustaining garments not a blemish,

Pro. If thon more murmer'st, I will repd an oak, But fresher than before : and, as thou bad'st me, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle : Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. The king's son bave I landed by himself;

Ari.

Pardon, master: Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,

I will be correspondent to command, In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,

And do my spiriting gently. His arms in this sad knot.

Pro.

Do so; and after two days Pro.

of the king's ship, I will discharge thee. The mariners, say, how hast dispos'd,

Ari.

'That's my noble master! And all the rest o'the fleet!

What shall I do? say what: what shall I do!
Ari.
Safely in harbour

Pro. Go, make thyself like to a nymph o'the sen ; Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Be subject to no sight but mine ; invisible

To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing : Fer-
And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.

dinand following him.
(Exit Ariel.

ARIEL'S SONG. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;

Come unto these yellow sands, Awake!

And then take hands : Mira. The strangeness of your story put

Court'sied when you have, and kiss'a, Heaviness in me.

(The wild waves chist) Pro. Sbake it off: come on ;

Foot it featly here and there; We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never

And, siceet sprites, the burden bear.
Yields us kind answer.

Hark, hark !
Mira.
'Tis a villain, sir,
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

(Dispersedly.
I do not love to look on.
Pro.
But, as 'tis,

The watch-dogs bark.
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

(Dispersedly. We cannot miss him : he does make oar fire,

Hark, hark! I hear Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices

The strain of strutting chanticlere, That profit us. What, ho ! slave ! Caliban !

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. Thou earth, thou ! speak.

Fer. Where should this music be! i'the air, or the Cal. ( Within) Tbere's wood enough within.

Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for It sounds no more :--and sure, it waits upon (earth? Come forth, thou tortoise! when !

[thee;

Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,

Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
Re-enter Ariel, like a Water-Nympk. This music crept by me upon the waters

i Fine apparition ! My quaint Ariel,

Allaying both their fury, and my passion, Hark in thine ear.

With its sweet air: thence I bave follow'd it,
Ari.

My lord, it shall be done. [Erit. Or it bath drawn me rather :- But 'tis gone.
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil bin No, it begins again.
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

(self

Ariel sings.

Full fathom kve thy father ties;
Enter Caliban.

of his bones are coral wade; Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd

Those are pearls that were his eyes; With raven's feather from an wholesome fen,

Nothing of him that doth fade, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,

But doth suffer a sea-change And blister you all o'er !

(cramps,

Into something rich and strange. Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Side-stitches, that shall pen thy breath up; urchins

Hark! now I hear them, -ding-dong, bell. Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,

[Burden, diog-dong. All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd

Per. The ditty does remember my drown'd father:As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging

"This is no mortal business, nor no sound Than bees that inade them.

That the earth owes :--I hear it now above me. Cal.

I must eat my dinner. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,

And say, what thou seest yond'. Which thou tak'st froin me. When thou cainest first,

Mira.

What is't? a spirit!
Thou strok’dst me, and mad'st much of me ; wouldst Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
Water with berries in't ; and teach me how (give me It carries a brave form :-But 'tis a spirit. [senses
To name the bigger light, and how the less,

Pro. No, wench ; it eats and sleeps, and hath such
That barn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, As we have, such : this gallant which thou seest
And shew'd 'thee all the qualities o'the isle,

Was in the wreck, and but he's something stain'd The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile; With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call Cursed be that did so ! - All the charms

A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows, [him
of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! And strays about to find them.
For I am all the subjects that you have,

I might call him
Which first was mise own king; and here you sty me A thing divine : for nothing natural
In this hard rock, while you do keep from me I ever saw so noble.
The rest of the island.

Pro.
It goes on,

(Aside. Pro.

Thou most lying slave, (thee, As my soul prompts it :-Spirit, tine spirit ! i'll free Whom stripes may move, not kindness; I bave as a Within two days for this.

(thee Filth as thon art, with homan care ; and lodg'd thee Fer.

Most sure, the goddess
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate On whom these airs attend !--Vouchsafe my prayer
The honour of my child.

May know if you remain upon this island
Cal. O ho, o ho !-'would it had been done! And that you will some good instruction give,
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else

How I may bear me here : my prime request,
This isle with Calibans.

Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
Pro.
Abhorred slave;

If you be made, or no?
Which any print of goodn will not take,

Mira

No wonder, sir; Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,

But, certainly a maid. Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour Fer.

My language ! heavens ! One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage,

I am the best of them that speak this speech, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like

Were I but where 'tis spoken. A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes

Pro.

How ! the best! With words that made them known: But thy sile race, What wert thou, if the king of Naples beard thee! Though thou didst learn,

haul that in’t which yood to hear thee Speak o Naples : he does hear me ; natures Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thoa And that be does, I weep: myself am Naples ; Deservedly confin'd into this rock,

Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.

The king my father wreck'd.
Cal. You taught me language ; and my profit on't Mira.

Alack, for mercy!
Is, I know how to carse : the red plague rid you, Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of
For learning me your language !

And his brave son, being twain.

Milan,
Hag-seed, hence ! Pro.

The duke of Milan,
Fetch us in fuel ; and be quick, thou wert best, And his more braver daughter, could control thee,
To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice ? If now 'twere fit to do'.-At the first sight (Aside.
If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly

They have chang'd eyes :- Delicate Ariel,
What I command, l'Il rack thee with old cramps; I'll set thee free for this word, good sir ;
Fill all thy bones with aches : make thee roar, fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently! This
Cal.

No, pray thee !- Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first
I must obey : his art is of such power, (Aside. That e'er I sigh'd for : pity move my father
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,

To be inclin'd my way!
And make a vassal of him.

Fer.

0, if a virgin, Pro. So, slave; hence !

And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you [Exit Caliban. The queen of Naples.

Mira.

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Pro.

No;

Pro.

Soft, sir; one word more. Seb. Look, he's winding up the wateh of his wit; They are both in either's powers : but this swift By and by it will strike. business

Gon. Sir, I must uneasy make, lest too light winning (Aside. Seb. One - Tel. Make the prize light.-One word more ; I charge Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd, That thou attend me : thou dost here usurp (thee, Comes to the entertainer The name thou ow'st pot; and hast put thyself

Seb. A dollar. Upon this island, as a spy, to win it

Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed ; you have From me, the lord on't.

spoken truer than you purposed. Fer. No, as I am a man.

Seh. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a should. If the ill spirit have so fair an house, (temple : Gon. Therefore, my lordGood things will strive to dwell with't.

Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue ! Pro. Follow me. (To Ferd.

Alon. I pr'ythee spare. Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor.---Come.

Gon. Well, I have done : bat yetI'll manacle thy neck and feet together :

Seb. He will be talking. Sea-water shali thou drink, thy food shall be

Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks wager, first begins to crow ! Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

Seb. The old cock. Fer.

Ant. The cockrel. I will resist such entertainment, till

Seb. Dove: the wager ! Mine enemy has more power,

(He drares. Ant. A laughter. Mira.

O dear father,

Seb. A match. Make not too rash a trial of him, for

Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,He's gentle, and not fearful.

Seb. Ha, ha, ha! Pro.

What, I say,

Ant. So, you've pay'd. My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor ; Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy con

Seb. Yet,
science

Adr. Yet-
Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward ; Ant. He could not miss it.
For I can here disarm thee with this stick,

Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and deliAnd make thy weapon drop.

cate temperance. Mira.

Beseech you, father! Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments.

Seb. Ay, and a subtle ; as he most learnedly deMira.

Sir, bave pity;

livered. I'll be his surely.

Adr. The air breathes upon as here most sweetly. Pro. Silence : one word more

Seh. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen. An advocate for an impostor ! hush!

Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he, Ant. True ; save means to live. Having seen bat him and Caliban: foolish wench! Seb. Of that there's none, or little. To the most of men this is a Caliban,

Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks ? how And they to him are angels.

green! Mira. My affections

Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. Are then most humble; I have no ambition

Seb. With an eye of green in't. To see a goodlier man.

Ant. He misses not much. Pro.

Come on ; obey: (To Ferd. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. Thy nerves are in their infancy again,

Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is, indeed, alAnd have no vigour in them.

most beyond credit) Per.

So they are :

Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are. My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.

Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,

drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, freshness and glosses ; being rather new dy'd, than To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,

stain'd with salt water. Might I but through my prison, once a day,

Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would Behold this maid i all corners else o'the earth it not say, He lies! Let liberty make use of; space enough

Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket ap his report. Have I in such a prison.

Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as Pro.

It works --Come on. when we put them on first in Africk, at the marriage Thou hast done well, fine Ariel !-Follow me.- of the king's fair daughter Claribel, to the king of

[70 Feritinand and Miranda, Tunis. Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To Ariel Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well Mira.

Be of confort;

in our return. My father's of a better nature, sir,

Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with such a Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, paragon to their queen. Which now came from bim.

Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. Pro.

Thou shalt be as free Ant. Widow ! a pox o'that! How came that wiAs mountain winds : but then exactly do

dow in ? Widow Dido! All points of my command.

Seb. What if he had said widower Æneas too? Ari.

To the syllable.

good lord, how you take it! Pro. Come, follow : speak not for him. (Exeunt. Adr. Widow Dido, said you ? yon make me study

of that she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.

Gon. This Tanis, sir, was Carthage.
ACT II. .

Adr. Carthage !

Gon. I assure you, Carthage. SCENE I. Another Part of the Island. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous barp.

Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Ant. What impossible matter will be make easy Francisco, and others.

next? Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry : you have cause Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his (So have we all) of joy; for our escape

pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Is much beyond our loss : our bint of woe

Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,

bring forth more islands.
The masters of some merebant, and the merchant, Gon. Ay?
Have just our theme of woe ; but for the miracle, Ant. Why, in good time,
I mean onr preservation, few in millions

Gon. Sir, we were talking that our garments seem Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis, at the Our sorrow with our comfort.

marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. Alon.

Pr'ythee, peaco.

Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.

Seh. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.

Ant. 0, widow Dido ; ay, widow Dido.

Your own.

Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle : you day I wore it! I mean, in a sort.

would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.

continue in it five weeks without changing. Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage ! Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, against

Enter Ariel, invisible, playing solemn Music. The stomach of my sense : 'would I had never

Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling, Married my daughter there ! for, coming thence, Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry: My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,

Gon. No, I warrant you : I will not adventure my Who is so far from Italy removid,

discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, I ne'er again shall see her. Othou mine heir for I am very heavy? of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish

Ant. Go sleep, and hear us. Hath made his meal on thee !

(All sleep but Alon, Seb, and Art. Fran.

Sir, he may live; Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes I saw him beat the surges under him,

Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts : I tind, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, They are inclined to do so. Whose enmity he Aung aside, and breasted

Seb.

Please you, sir,
The surge most swoln ihat met him : his bold head Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke

It is a comforter.
To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd Ant.

We two, my lord, As stooping to relieve him. I not doubt,

Will guard your person, while you take your rest, He came alive to land.

And watch your safety.
Alon.
No, no, he's gone.

Alon.

Thank you : wondrous heavy. Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss;

[ Alonso sleeps. Erit Ariel. That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! But rather lose her to an African;

Ant. It is the quality o'the climate. Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye,

Seb.

Why Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.

Doth it not then our eyelids sink ! I find not Alon.

Pr'ythee, peace. Myself dispos'd to sleep. Seb. You were kneelid to, and importan'd otherwise Ant.

Nor I; my spirits are nimble. By all of us; and the fair soul herself

They fell together all as by consent; Weigh's, between lothness and obedience, at They droppå, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Which end o’the beam she'd bow. We have lost your Worthy Sebastian 1-0, what might !-No more :I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have (son, And yet, methiuks, I see it in thy face, More widows in them of this business' making, What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee; and Than we bring men to comfort them: the fault's My strong imagination sees a crown

Dropping upon thy head. Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.

Seb.

What, art thou waking! Gon.

My lord Sebastian, Ant. Do you not hear me speak! The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,

Seb.

I do ; and, sarely, And time to speak it in: you rub the sore,

It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st When you should bring the plaster.

Out of thy sleep: what is it thou didst say? Seb.

Very well.

This is a strange repose, to be asleep Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

With eyes wide open ; standing, speaking, moving, Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,

And yet so fast asleep. When you are cloudy.

Ant.

Noble Sebastian,
Seb.
Foul weather ?

Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die rather ; wink'st Ant.

Very foul.

Whiles thou art waking, Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord, Seb.

Thou dost snore distinctly; Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed.

There's meaning in thy snores. Seb.

Or docks, or mallows. Ant. I am more serious than my custom : you Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do? Mast be so too, if heed me; which to do, Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.

Trebles thee o'er. Gon. I'the coinmonwealth I would by contraries Seb.

Well; I am standing water. Bxecute all things : for no kind of traffic

Ant. I'll teach you how to flow. Would I admit; no naine of magistrate ;

Seb.

Do so : to ebb, Letters should not be known; no use of service, Hereditary sloh instructs me. of riches, or of poverty; no contracts,

Ant.

0, Successions ; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil:

Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, No occupation; all men idle, all;

You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, And women too ; but innocent and pure :

Most often do so near the bottom run,
No sovereignty :-

By their own fear, or sloth.
Seb.
And yet he would be king on't. Seb.

Pr'ythee, say on : Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets The setting of hine eye, and cheek, proclaim the beginning

A matter from thee, and a birth, indeed, Gon. All things in common nature should produce which throes thee much to yield. Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony,

Ant.

Thus, sir:
Sword, pike, kvife, gun, or need of any engine, Although this lord of weak remembrance, this
Would i not have ; but nature should bring forth, (Who shall be of as little memory,
of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance,

When he is earth'd,) hath here almost persuaded To feed my innocent people,

(For he's a spirit of persuasion only,) Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects !

The king, his son's alive ; 'uis as impossible Ant. None, man; all idle ; whores and knaves. That he's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here swims. Gon. I would with such perfection govera, sir,

Seb. I have no hope To excel the golden age.

That he's und rown'u. Seb. 'Save his majesty!

Ant.

0, out of that no hope, Ant. Long live Gonzalo !

Wbat great hope have you ! no hope, that way, is Gon.

And, do you mark me, sir ! - Another way so high an hope, that even Alon. Pr'ythee, no more: thou dost talk nothing Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, to me.

But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with me, Con. I do well believe your highness; and did it That Ferdinand is drown'a ! to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of

Seb. such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use Ant.

Then, tell me to laugh at nothing.

Who's the next heir of Naples ? Ant. "Twas you we laugh'd at.

Scb.

Claribel. Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am no Ant. She that is queen of Tunis ; she that dwells thing to you ; so you may continue, and laugh at Ten leagnes beyond man's life; she that from Naples nothing still.

Can have no note, unles the sun were post Ant. What a blow was there given !

(The man i'the moon's too slow), till new-boru chins Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.

Be rough and razorable : she, from whom

He's gone.

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