Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs, Pro. Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, Ari. Safely in harbour * Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet, Pro. Ariel, thy charge And in her most unmitigable rage, Ari. Yes; Caliban her son. Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: The pine, and let thee out. Ari. Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt Must by us both be spent most preciously. [mis'd, Let me remember thee what thou hast pro- Pro. How now ? moody? What is't thou canst demand? Ari. My liberty. Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Remember, I have done thee worthy service; To bate me a full year. 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; Ari. I do not, Sir. Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou Pro. Thou hast: where was she born? speak; Pro. O, was she so? I must, corax, For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible They would not take her life: Is not this true? Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my Ari. I thank thee, master. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an I will be correspondent to command, Pro. Do so; and after two days Ari. That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what? what shall I do. [Exit Ariel. 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. Pro. But, as 'tis, We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. Come forth, thou tortoise! when? Re-enter ARIEL, like a Water-Nymph. [Exit. Ari. My lord, it shall be done. Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more Than bees that made them. Cal. I must eat my dinner. [stinging nis island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, hich thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, ou strok'st me, and mad'st much of me; Water with berries in't; and teach me how And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile; Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me Pro. Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have us'd thee, [thee Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child. Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour [vage, One thing or other: when thou didst not, saKnow thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known: But thy vile race, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. [on't Cal. You taught me language; and my profit Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid For learning me your language! [you, Pro. Hag-seed, henoe! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, maIf thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly (lice? What I command, I'll rack thee with old Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. The watch-dogs bark: Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. Hark, hark! I hear [dispersedly. [dispersedly. The strain of strutting chanticleer, Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air or the earth? It sounds no more :-and sure, it waits upon Weeping again the king my father's wreck, Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather :-But 'tis gone. No, it begins again. This is no mortal business, nor no sound Mira. What is't? a spirit? [vance Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, Sir, [seest, As we have, such: This gallant which thou Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd [call him With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows And strays about to find them. Mira. I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural Pro. It goes on, As my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll Within two days for this. [Aside. [free thee Fer. Most sure, the goddess [prayer On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe, my 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. Fer. My language! heavens ! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken. Pro. How! the best?' [thee? What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard 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 And his brave son, being twain. [of Milan, Pro. The duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could control↑ thee, Fer. O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you | As mountain winds: but then exactly do 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 Fer. No, as I am a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow. All points of my command. Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. ACT II. [Exeunt. SCENE 1.-Another Part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. Gon. 'Beseech you, Sir, be merry: you have cause (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss: Our hint of woe Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, [cle, Have just our theme of woe: but for the miraI mean our preservation, few in millions Can speak like us: then wisely, good Sir, Our sorrow with our comfort. [weigh Alon. Pr'ythee, peace. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike. Gon. Sir, Seb. One: Gon. When every grief is entertained, that's Comes to the entertainer Seb. A dollar. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spoken truer than you purposed. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should. Gon. Therefore, my Lord, Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his Alon. I pr'ythee, spare. Gon. Well, I have done: But yet Seb. He will be talking. [tongue! Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow! Seb. The old cock. Ant. The cockrel. Seb. Done: The wager? Ant. A laughter. Seb. A match. Seb. Yet, Adr. Yet Ant. He could not miss it. Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance. Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered.' [sweetly. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen. [life. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to Ant. True; save means to live. * Temperature. Seb. Of that there's none, or little. Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks? how green? Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. [totally. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth Gon. But the rarity of it is (which 15 indeed almost beyond credit) 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 dyed, 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 garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, 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. 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! Sch. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? good lord, how you take it! Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gon. This Tunis, Sir, was Carthage. Gon. I assure you, Carthage. [harp. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous Seb. He hath raised the wall, and houses too. Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy next? 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, bring forth more islands. Gon. Ay? Ant. Why, in good time. 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? [against Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, The stomach of my sense: 'Would I had never Married my daughter there! for, coming To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt, Alon. No, no, he's gone. Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss; [daughter, That would not bless our Europe with your But rather lose her to an African; Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. Alon. Pr'ythee, peace. Seb. You were kneel'd to, and impórtun'd otherwise By all of us; and the fair soul herself I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, Ant. And most chirurgeonly. Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good Sir, When you are cloudy. Seb. Foul weather? Ant. Very foul. Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle,my lord,- [do? Gon. And were the king of it, What would I Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by con traries Execute all things: for no kind of traffic Seb. And yet he would be king on't.— Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning. [produce Gon. All things in common nature should 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 'inong his subjects? Ant. None, man; all idle; whores, and [Sir, knaves. Gon. I would with such perfection govern, To excel the golden age. Seb. 'Save his majesty! Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! Gon. And, do you mark me, Sir? Alon. Pr'ythee, no more: thou dost talk nothing 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. Ant. "Twas you we laughed at. Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing to you; so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still. Ant. What a blow was there given! Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing. Enter ARIEL invisible, playing solemn music. Seb. We would so,and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy? Ant. Go sleep, and hear us. [All sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes [I find Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: They are inclin'd to do so. Seb. Please you, Sir, 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 Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent; [might, They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What Worthy Sebastian?-O, what might ?-No more: And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, My strong imagination sees a crown Seb. What, art thou waking? It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st Ant. Noble Sebastian, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die rather; Whiles thou art waking. Seb. Thou dost snore distinctly; There's meaning in thy snores. [wink'st' Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you Must be so too, if heed' me; which to do, Trebles thee o'er. Seb. Well; I am standing water. Ant. I'll teach you how to flow. Ant. O, If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, Seb. 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. O, out of that no hope, What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is Another way so high an hope, that even That Ferdinand is drown'd? Ant. Then, tell me, Who's the next heir of Naples? Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells [Naples Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Can have no note, unless the sun were post, (The man i' the moon's too slow,) till new-born chins Be rough and razorable: she, from whom We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again; And, by that, destin'd to perform an act, Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, In yours and my discharge. 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. A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples ?---Keep in Tunis, And let Sebastian wake!---Say, this were death [worse That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no Than now they are: There be, that can rule Naples, As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate As amply, and unnecessarily, As this Gonzalo; I myself could make A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore The mind that I do! what a sleep were this For your advancement! Do you understand Seb. Methinks, I do. Ant. And how does your content Tender your own good fortune? Seb. I remember, You did supplant your brother Prospero. Ant. True: [me? And, look, how well my garments sit upon me; Much feater than before: My brother's servants Were then my fellows, now they are my men. Seb. But, for your conscience--- [kybe, Ant. Ay, Sir; where lies that? if it were a "Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences, That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they, [brother, And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your No better than the earth he lies upon, If he were that which now he's like; whom 1, A bird of the jack-daw kind. + Ever. ↑ Any Hint. |