Because his feathers are more beautiful? Because his painted skin contents the eye? ACT V. THE WIFE'S DUTY TO HER HUSBAND. A woman moved, is like a fountain troubled, To offer war, where they should kneel for peace; But that our soft conditions* and our hearts, TEMPEST. ACT I. AN USURPING SUBSTITUTE COMPARED TO JOY. THAT now he was The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, ARIEL'S DESCRIPTION OF MANAGING THE STORM. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide, And burn in many places; on the top-mast, The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the precur sors O' the dreadful thunder claps, more momentary -Not a soul, But felt a fever of the mad, and play 'd Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair up-starting (then like reeds, not hair,) Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, And all the devils are here. PROSPERO REPROVING ARIEL. Thou dost; and think'st It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; * Gentle tempers. CALIBAN'S CURSES. Cal As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er! Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them. Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou taks't from me. When thou cam'st first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile; Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me CALIBAN'S EXULTATION AFTER PROSPERO TELLS HIM HE SOUGHT TO VIOLATE THE HONOUR OF O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done! MUSIC. Where should this music be? i'the air, or the earth, It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon *Faries. . Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, ARIEL'S SONG. Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. A LOVER'S SPEECH. My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth Let liberty make use of; space enough Have I in such a prison. ACT II. DESCRIPTION OF FERDINAND'S SWIMMING ASHORA I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, SLEEP. Do not omit the heavy offer of it; A FINE APOSIOPESIS. They fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Worthy Sebastian?-O, what might?-No more:And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee: and My strong imagination sees a crown CALIBAN'S CURSES. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prospero fall, and make him SATIRE ON ENGLISH CURIOSITY. Were I in England now (as once I was,) and had but this fish 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 CALIBAN'S PROMISES. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee ber ries; I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. * Make mouths. |