Gen. Not since widow Dido's time. Ant. Widow? a pox o' that! How came that widow in? Widow Dido! Seb. 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. Gen. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Adr. Carthage? Gen. 1 assure you, Carthage. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Seh. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Seb. Ant. Foul weather? Very foul. Seb. Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none: forth more islands. Gen. Ay? Ant. Why, in good time. Gen. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the marri age 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. No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil: No occupation; all men idle, all; Seb. Gon. All things in common nature should produce Gen. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, I wore it? I mean, in a sort. Ant That sort was well fish'd for. Gen. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Fran. Sir, he may live ; Alon. No, no, he's gone.. Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss; Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Alon. Pr❜ythee, peace. Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun❜d other- By all of us; and the fair soul herself 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. 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? Ant. Go sleep, and hear us. [All sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant Nor I; my spirits are nimble. Who's the next heir of Naples? Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells Seb. What stuff is this ?-how say you ? 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 What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee: That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no worse Than now they are: There be, that can rule Naples As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate As this Gonzalo; I myself could make I remember, True: You did supplant your brother Prospero. Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? If it were a kybe, If he were that which now he's like; whom I, While you here do snoring lie, His time doth take: If of life you keep a care, Shake off slumber, and beware : Awake! Awake! Ant. Then let us both be sudden. Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king! [They wake. Alen. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking? Gon. Alon. Or that we quit this place : let's draw our weapons. Alan. Lead off this ground; and let's make further search For my poor son. painted, not a holiday-fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast, there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunder-bolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again: my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout: Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past. Enter Stephano, singing; a bottle in his hand, Here shall I die a-shore ; This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral : Well, here's my comfort. [Drinks. The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I, The gunner, and his mate, Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, But none of us car'd for Kate : She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch, Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch: Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. This is a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort. [Drinks. : 0! Cal. Do not torment me: Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? De Heavens keep him from these beasts! you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Inde? For he is, sure, i' the island. Gen Alon. Lead away. Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done; [Aside. [Exeunt. So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. SCENE II. Another part of the island. Enter Caliban, with a burden of wood. A noise of thunder heard. Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up Here comes a spirit of his ; and to torment me, Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge une, looks like a foul bumbard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.-What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England now, (as once I was,) and had but this fish Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot make him give ground: and it shall be said so again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils. Cal. The spirit torments me : O! Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs : who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief if it be but for that: If I can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's leather. Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee; I'll bring my wood home faster. Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him: he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly. Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt Anon, I know it by thy trembling: Now Prosper works upon thee. Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth: here is that which will give language to you, cat; open your mouth: this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again. Trin. I should know that voice; It should be-But he is drowned; and these are devils: O! defend me ISte. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recov er him, I will help his ague: Come,-Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth. Trin. Stephano! Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me Mercy! mercy This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; have no long spoon. Trin. Stephano!-if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo;-be not afeard, -thy good friend Trinculo. Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth! I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculos? Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke: -But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm: And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped! Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant. Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor: I will kneel to him. Ste. How didst thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast ashore. Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy True subject; for the liquor is not earthly. Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap'dst. Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn. Shew thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee To clustering filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee Young sea-mells from the rock: Wilt thou go with me? Ste. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without any more talking.-Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here.-Here; bear my bottle. Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. Cal. Farewell, master ; farewell, farewell. [Sings drunkenly. Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster. Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish ; Nor fetch in firing At requiring, Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish; Has a new master-Get a new man. Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, heyday, freedom! Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. w ACT III [Exeunt. SCENE I-Before Prospero's Cell. Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log. Ferdinand. THERE be some sports are painful; but their labour Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou can'st swim As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but like a duck, thou art made like a goose. Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this? Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, mooncalf? how does thine ague? Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee; I was the man in the moon, when time was. Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; My mistress shewed me thee, thy dog, and bush. Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: swear. Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster:-I afeard of him a very weak monster :-The man i' the moon?-a most poor credulous monster :Well drawn, monster, in good sooth. Cal. I'll shew thee every fertile inch o' the island; And kiss thy foot: I pr'ythee, be my god. Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster; when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. Cal. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy subject. Ste. Come on then; down, and swear. Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppyheaded monster: A most scurvy monster! I could find it in my heart to beat him, The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Enter Miranda; and Prospero at a distance. Fer. Mir. If you'll sit down, I'll bear your logs the while: Pray, give me that; I'll carry it to the pile. Fer. No, precious creature: I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by. Mir. It would become me, and I should do it As well as it does you With much more ease; And yours against. Pro. for my good will is to it, Poor worm! thou art infected; |