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Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee This is no mortal business, nor no sound
[Music above. Cal. O ho! Oho!-would it had been done! Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance Thou didst prevent me; I bad peopled else
And say, what thou seest yond'. This isle with Calibans.
What is't? a spirit ? Pro. Abhorred slave,
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, Which any print of goodness will not take,
It carries a brave form :—but 'tis a spirit. Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
Pro. No, wench: it eats and sleeps, and hath such Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, As we have; such. This gallant, which thou seest, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With grief, that's beauty'scanker, thou might'stcall him With words that made them known; but thy vile race, | A goodly person. He hath lost bis fellows, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures And strays about to find 'em. Could not abide to be with: therefore wast thou
I might call him Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
A thing divine, for nothing natural Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.
I ever saw so noble. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Pro.
It goes on,
see, [Aside. Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you, As my soul prompts it.—Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee For learning me your language !
Within two days for this.
Most sure, the goddess [Seeing her. Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best,
On whom these airs attend !-Vouchsafe, my prayer To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice ? May know if you remain upon this island, [Kneels. If thou neglect’st, or dost unwillingly
And that you will some good instruction give, ! What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; How I may bear me here : my prime request,
Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder !
If you be maid, or no?
No wonder, sir ;
My language! heavens !— [Rises. And make a vassal of him.
I am the best of them that speak this speech, Pro.
So, slave; hence! (Exit Caliban. Were I but where 'tis spoken. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; Ferdi- Pro.
How! the best? NAND following.
What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? ARIEL's Song
Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders Come unto these yellow sands,
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.
Alack, for mercy! And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords ; the duke of Milan,
And his brave son, being twain.
The duke of Milan,
And his more braver daughter, could control thee, Burden. Bow, wow.
If now 'twere fit to do't.—[Aside.) At the first sight
They have chang'd eyes :-delicate Ariel,
I'll set thee free for this !—[To him.] A word, good sir;
I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Per. Where should this music be? i' th' air, or th' Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This earth?—
Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first It sounds no more ;—and sure, it waits upon
That e'er I sigh'd for. Pity move my father Some god o' th' island. Sitting on a bank,
To be inclin'd my way! Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
0! if a virgin, This music crept by me upon the waters,
affection not gone forth, I'll make you Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
The queen of Naples. With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
Soft, sir : one word more. Or it hath drawn me rather :—but 'tis gone.- [ Aside.] They are both in either's powers: but this No, it begins again.
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light.—[To him.] One word more : I
That thou attend me. Thou dost here usurp
The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself
Upon this island as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on't.
No, as I am a man. [Burden : ding-dong. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell. If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'a father.- Good things will strive to dwell with't.
Pro. Follow me.
[To Ferd. And they to him are angels. Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor.—Come.
My affections I'll manacle thy neck and feet together;
Are then most humble : I have no ambition Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be
To see a goodlier man. The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks Pro.
Come on; obey :
[To FERD. Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
Thy nerves are in their infancy again, Fer.
And have no vigour in them. I will resist such entertainment, till
So they are : Mine enemy has more power,
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. [He draws, and is charmed from moving. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, Mira.
0, dear father! The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats, Make not too rash a trial of him, for
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, He's gentle, and not fearful.
Might I but through my prison once a day Pro.
What! I say:
Behold this maid : all corners else o' th' earth
It works.- Come on.For I can here disarm thee with this stick,
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel !- Follow me.And make thy weapon drop.
[To Ferd. and Mir. Mira.
Beseech you, father! Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To ARIEL. Pro. Hence! hang not on my garments.
Be of comfort. Mira.
Sir, have pity : My father's of a better nature, sir,
Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted,
Which now came from him.
Thou shalt be as free An advocate for an impostor? hush !
As mountain winds ; but then, exactly do Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he, All points of my
command. Having seen but him and Caliban : foolish wench! Ari.
To the syllable. To the most of men this is a Caliban,
Pro. Come, follow.-Speak not for him. (Exeunt.
Seb. Done. The wager?
Ant. A laughter.
Seb. A match.
Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,-
Ant. So, you're paid. Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe
Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,
Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate
Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.
Seb. Ay, and a subtle, as he most learnedly delivered. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. Seb. Look; he's winding up the watch of his wit : Ant. Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen. by and by it will strike.
Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Gon. Sir,
Ant. True; save means to live. Seb. One:-tell.
Seb. Of that there's none, or little. Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd, Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green! Comes to the entertainer
Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. Seb. A dollar.
Seb. With an eye of green in't. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have Ant. He misses not much. spoken truer than you purposed.
Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you Gon. But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost should.
beyond credit, Gon. Therefore, my lord,
Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are. Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue ! Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, Alon. I pr'ythee, spare.
drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their freshGon. Well, I have done. But yet
ness, and glosses; being rather new dyed, than stain'd Seb. He will be talking.
with salt water. Ant. Which, or he or Adrian, for a good wager, Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would first begins to crow !
it not say, he lies ? Seb. The old cock.
Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Ant. The cockrel.
Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as
when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis. Gon.
My lord Sebastian, Seb. "Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, in our return.
And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a When you should bring the plaster. paragon to their queen.
Very well. Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.
Ant. And most chirurgeonly. Ant. Widow ? a pox o' that! How came that widow Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, in ? Widow Dido!
When you are cloudy. Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? Seb.
Foul weather ? good lord, how you take it!
Very foul. Adr. Widow Dido, said you ? you make me study of Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
Ant. He'd sow't with neddle-seed. Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
Or docks, or mallows. Adr. Carthage?
Gon. And were the king on't, what would I do? Gon. I assure you, Carthage.
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by contraries Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Execute all things, for no kind of traffic Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy Would I admit; no name of magistrate; next?
Letters should not be known; riches, poverty, Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his And use of service, none; contract, succession, pocket, and give it his son for an apple.
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : forth more islands.
No occupation, all men idle, all; Gon. Ay?
And women too, but innocent and pure. Ant. Why, in good time.
No sovereignty :Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem Seb. Yet he would be king on't. now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the marriage Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets of your daughter, who is now queen.
the beginning. Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there.
Gon. All things in common nature should produce, Seb. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, ! Ant. O! widow Dido'; ay, widow Dido.
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.
Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance,
To feed my innocent people.
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, against Ant. None, man; all idle; whores, and knaves. The stomach of my sense. Would I had never
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, Married my daughter there ! for, coming thence,
To excel the golden age. My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,
'Save his majesty! Who is so far from Italy remov'd,
Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! I ne'er again shall see her. Othou, mine heir
And, do you mark me, sir?— Of Naples and of Milan! what strange fish
Alon. Pr'ythee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me. Hath made his meal on thee?
Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it Fran.
live. to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of I saw bim beat the surges under him,
such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use And ride upon their backs: he trod the water, to laugh at nothing. Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted
Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at. The surge most swoln that met him: bis bold head Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing "Bore the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd to you: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still. Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke
Ant. What a blow was there given ! To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. As stooping to relieve him. I not oubt,
Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle: you would He came alive to land.
lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue Alon. No, no; he's gone.
in it five weeks without changing. Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss Enter Ariel above invisible, playing solemn music. That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. But rather lose her to an African;
Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye,
Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I Alon.
am very heavy? Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherwise Ant. Go sleep, and hear us. By all of us; and the fair soul herself
[ All sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant. Weigb'd between lothness and obedience, as
Alon. What! all so soon asleep? I wish mine eyes Which end o' the beam should bow. We have lost Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts : I find, your son,
They are inclined to do so. I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have
Please you, sir,
It is a comforter.
'Tis true, my
(The man i' the moon's too slow) till new-born chins Will guard your person
Be rough and razorable; she, for whom
We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again;
In yours and my discharge.
What stuff is this!-How say you?
brother's daughter's queen of Tunis; Myself disposed to sleep.
So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions
Nor I: my spirits are nimble. There is some space.
space whose every cubit
And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death
Than now they are. There be, that can rule Naples
As well as he that sleeps ; lords that can prate
What! art thou waking? As amply, and unnecessarily,
As this Gonzalo; I myself could make
I do; and, surely, A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
Seb. Methinks, I do.
And how does
your content And yet so fast asleep.
Tender your own good fortune ?
Thou dost snore distinctly: And look how well my garments sit upon me;
Much feater than before. My brother's servants
Seb. But, for your conscience-
Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe,
Well; I am standing water. 'Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not
This deity in my bosom : twenty consciences,
Do so: to ebb That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,
And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, Ant.
No better than the earth he lies upon,
purpose cherish, If he were that which now he's like, that's dead, Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it, You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
Pr'ythee, say on. Should not upbraid our course : for all the rest,
They'll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.
Thy case, dear friend,
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
And I, the king, shall love thee.
Draw together; 'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd,
And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.
Seb. O! but one word. [They converse apart.
Music. ARIEL descends invisible.
O! out of that no hope, Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger
(For else his project dies) to keep them living. Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
[Sings in Gonzalo's ear. But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with me,
While you here do snoring lie,
His time doth take.
Then, tell me,
If of life you keep a care,
Shake off slumber, and beware :
Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no drawn?
other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with Wherefore thus ghastly looking ?
strange bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the Gon.
What's the matter? drench of the storm be past. Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, Enter Stephano, singing; a bottle in his hand. Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing, Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea, Like bulls, or rather lions: did it not wake you?
Here shall I die a-shore.It struck mine ear most terribly.
This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral, Alon. I heard nothing. Well, here's my comfort.
[Drinks. Ant. O! 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear, The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, To make an earthquake: sure, it was the roar
The gunner, and his mate, Of a whole herd of lions.
Lou'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, Alon.
Heard you this, Gonzalo? But none of us card for Kate ; Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, For she had a tongue with a tang, And that a strange one too, which did awake me.
Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang: I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd: as mine eyes open'd, She lov'd not the savour of tar, nor of pitch, I saw their weapons drawn.—There was a noise, Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er she did itch; That's verity: 'tis best we stand upon our guard,
Then, to sea, boys, und let her go hang. Or that we quit this place. Let's draw our weapons. This is a scurvy tune too; but here's my comfort. [Drinks. Alon. Lead off this ground, and let's make farther Cal. Do not torment me: 0! search
Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? For my poor son.
Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts, Inde? Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning, to be afeard For he is, sure, i' the island.
now of your four legs; for it hath been said, as proper Alon.
Lead away. [Exeunt. a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him give Ari. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have done: ground, and it shall be said so again, while Stephano So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exit. breathes at nostrils. SCENE II.- Another part of the Island.
Cal. The spirit torments me: 0!
Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs, Enter Caliban, with a burden of wood.
who hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil A noise of thunder heard.
should he learn our language? I will give him some Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up relief, if it be but for that: if I can recover him, and keep From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a present By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, for any emperor that ever trod on neat’s-leather. And yet I needs must curse; but they'll not pinch, Cal. Do not torment me, pr’ythee: I'll bring my Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire, wood home faster. Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Ste. He's in his fit now, and does not talk after the Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have never For every trifle are they set upon me:
drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit. If Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me, I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which too much for him : he shall pay for him that hath him, Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount and that soundly. Their pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am I
Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues anon, I know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works Do hiss me into madness.-Lo, now! lo! Enter TRINCULO.
Ste. Come on your ways: open your mouth; here Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me is that which will give language to you, cat. Open For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat;
your mouth : this will shake your shaking, I can tell Perchance, he will not mind me.
you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any friend; open your chaps again. [Caliban drinks. Weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it Trin. I should know that voice. It should be-but sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge he is drowned, and these are devils. O, defend me ! one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his
Ste. Four legs, and two voices ! a most delicate liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know monster. His forward voice, now, is to speak well of not where to hide my head: yond' same cloud cannot his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches, choose but fall by pailfuls.-What have we here? and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will re[Seeing Caliban.] a man or a fish? Dead or alive? cover him, I will help his ague. Come,-Amen! I A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish- will pour some in thy other mouth. like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. Trin. Stephano! A strange fish! Were I in England now, (as once I Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me ? Mercy ! Fas) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave fool there but would give a piece of silver: there him; I have no long spoon. would this monster make a man: any strange beast Trin. Stephano !-if thou beest Stephano, touch me, there makes a man. When they will not give a doit and speak to me, for I am Trinculo:-be not afeard, — to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see thy good friend Trinculo. a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth. I'll pull arms! Warm, o'my troth! I do now let loose my thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed! How islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunder-bolt. cam’st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can (Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again: my best he vent Trinculos ?