This is no mortal business, nor no sound As we have, such: This gallant which thou seest, But, certainly a maid. Fer. No wonder, sir; How the best? My language; heavens!. I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken. Pro. What wert thou if the king of Naples heard thee? 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 of Milan, And his brave son being twain. Pro. The duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could control thee, If now 'twere fit to do't: At the first sight [Aside. They have chang'd eyes:- Delicate Ariel, Fer. And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you 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 O dear father, Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle, and not fearful. Pro. What, I say, My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy con science Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy wards; Mira. Beseech you, father! Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments. Mira. Sir, have pity. I'll be his surety. Silence: one word more Pro. Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he Mira. Pro. My father's of a better nature, sir, ACT II. SCENE I.- Another part of the Island. Eater ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. Alon. Pr'ythee, peace! Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause By and by it will strike. TEMPEST. Set. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you The stomach of my sense: 'Would I had never should. Gon. Therefore, my lord, Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Who is so far from Italy removed, Alon. I pr'ythee, spare. Gon. Well, I have done: But yet Seb. He will be talking. 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. Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, - Ant. So you've pay'd. Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, — 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. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Seb. Of that there's none, or little. I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Fran. Sir, he may live 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 To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd Alon. No, no, he's gone. Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss; That would not bless our Europe with your daugh But rather lose her to an African; Prythee, peace By all of us; and the fair soul herself your son, Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how I fear, forever: Milan and Naples have green. Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. Seb. With an eyes of green in't. Ant. He misses not much. Seb. No: he doth but mistake the truth totally. 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 dy'd, 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! Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? good lord, how you take it! Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me study Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands. More widows in them of this business' making, Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. My lord Sebastian, Seb. Very well. Foul weather? Gon. All things in common nature should pro- Without sweat or endeavor: treason, felony, Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects? Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. Ant. That sort was well fish'd for. 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. • Plenty. Ant. What a blow was there given! Seb. Ar it had not fallen flat-long. Gon. You are gentlemen of brave metal: 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 Пould, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find They are inclined to do so. Please you, sir, We two, my lord, It is a comforter. Thank you: wondrous heavy. Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee; and My strong imagination sees a crown What, art thou waking? I do; and surely, It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep: What is it thou didst say ? This is a strange repose, to be asleep. Who's the next heir of Naples? Can have no note, unless the sun were post, 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 That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were nɔ True: 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 Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe, If he were that which now he's like: Whom I, With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus, And yet so fast asleep. Noble Sebastian, Art. Thou let'st thy fortune sleep- die rather; wink'st Whiles thou art waking. 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. Hereditary sloth instructs me. Ant. Do so: to ebb, ი, 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. Thus, sir, Although this lord of weak remembrance, this, (Who shall be of as little memory, When he is earth'd.) hath here almost persuaded (For he's a spirit of persuasion only) The king his son's alive: 'tis as impossible That he's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here swims. Seb. I have no hope That he's undrown'd. Anf. O, out of that no hope, What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with me, That Ferdinand is drown'd? Seh. Art. He's gone. To the perpetual wink for aye might put Seb. Draw together: Seb. O, but one word! [They converse apart. Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible. Ari. My master through his art forsees the danger That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth, (For else his project dies.) to keep them living. [Sings in GONZALO's ear. While you here do snoring lie, His fime doth take: If of life you keep a care, Ant. Then let us both be sudden. Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king! Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions. Aton. Heard you this, Gonzalo? Gon. Upon mine honor, sir, I head a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me: I shak'd you, sir. and cry'd: as mine eyes open'd, I saw their weapons drawn: there was a noise, That's verity: 'Best stand upon our guard; Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further search For my poor son. Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here' Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Inde 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: ()! 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 Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! him some relief, if it be but for that: If I can reFor he is, sure, i' the island. Alon. Lead away. Ari. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have done: Aside. So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt. 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 From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make tim By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, 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; hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bombard 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, PoorJohn. A strange fish Were I in England now, (as once I was.) and h but this fish painted, not a holiday-fool there bu 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 arins! 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 suffer'd by a thunder-bolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is coming again: my best way is to creep under his gaberdinea; 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. Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea, Here shall I die a-shore; This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, She low'd not the savor of tar or of pitch, Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. Make mouths. 1 A black jack of leather to hold beer. The frock of a peasant. cover 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 beBut he is drowned; and these are devils: O! defend me! Ste. 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 recover 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 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 Trineulo'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 thunderstroke:-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! Sie. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant. Cul. 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 overboard, 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 cas swim like a duck, I'll be sworn. Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou canst swim 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 noon-calf? 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. • Stool a India. Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; My mistress showed 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 show 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 puppybeaded monster: A most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him, Ste. Come, kiss. Trin. A most ridiculous monster! to inake s wonder of a poor drunkard. Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; Ste. I pr'ythee now lead the way, without any more talking.--Trinculo, the king and all our com pany 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. At requiring, Nor scrape trenching, nor wash dish, Has a new master-Get a new man. Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey-day, freedom! Ste. O brave monster! ead the way. | Excunt. ACT III. Delight in them sets off; some kinds of baseness Had ne'er like executor. I forget: Mira. Miranda:-O my father, I have broke your hests to say so! Admir'd Miranda! Mira. One of my sex; no woman's face remember, But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labors; And my dear father; how features are abroad, Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance. Fer. 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 dishonor undergo, While I sit lazy by. Mira. It would become me As well as it does you: and I should do it Pro. You look wearily. Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me, When you are by at night. I do beseech you, Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,) What is your name! |