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That profit us.-What ho! slave! Caliban!
Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within.
Come, thou tortoise! when?
Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear. . Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
Which any print of goodness will not take, 352
One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
356 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
Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou brush'd
Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt
Shall forth at vast of night, that they may work
Than bees that made them.
Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, 332
Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me;
Water with berries in 't; and teach me how
And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle,
Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
So, slave; hence!
But doth suffer a sea-change
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
And say what thou seest yond.
As we have, such; this gallant which thou see'st,
With grief, that's beauty's canker,-thou
A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows
I might call him
A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.
[Aside.] It goes on, I see,
As my soul prompts it.-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll
Within two days for this.
Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe, my prayer
May know if you remain upon this island; 420
If you be maid or no?
But certainly a maid.
That thou attend me. Thou dost here usurp
No, as I am a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
No wonder, sir; 424 Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
My language! heavens!
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Gon. Therefore, my lord,
Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his
So they are:
Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
And have no vigour in them.
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
Pro. [Aside. ] It works. [To FER.] Come on.-Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-[To FER.] Follow me.
[To ARIEL.] Hark, what thou else shalt do me.
My father's of a better nature, sir,
Ant. Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow?
Seb. The old cock.
Ant. The cockerel.
Seb. Done. The wager? Ant. A laughter.
Seb. A match!
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.
Adr. The air breathes upon us here mos
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.
Seb. Of that there's none, or little. Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks how green!
Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.
Seb. With an eye of green in't.
Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. 61
Gon. But the rarity of it is,-which is 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. 68 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. 75
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.
Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss,
That would not bless our Europe with your daughter,
Ant. Widow! a pox o' that! How came that But rather lose her to an African; 132 widow in? Widow Dido! Where she at least is banish'd from your eye, Who hath cause to wet the grief on 't. Alon. Seb. You were kneel'd to and importun'd otherwise
Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? Good Lord, how you take it!
Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me
Gon. I assure you, Carthage.
By all of us; and the fair soul herself 88 Weigh'd between loathness and obedience, at Which end o' the beam should bow. We have
Ant. Long live Gonzalo!
And, do you mark me, sir? 176 Alon. Prithee, 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 laugh'd at.
183 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! Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. 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? 197
Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
[All sleep but ALON., SEB., and ANT. Alon. What! all so soon asleep! I wish mine
It is a sleepy language, and thou speak'st
Seb. Thou dost snore distinctly: There's meaning in thy snores.
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. Seb. Do so: to ebb, Hereditary sloth instructs me. Ant. If you but knew how you the purpose cherish Whiles 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 sloth. Seb.
Prithee, say on: 236 The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim A matter from thee, and a birth indeed Which throes thee much to yield.
Ant. Thus, sir: Although this lord of weak remembrance, this