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To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, As stooping to relieve him; I not doubt
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, He came alive to land.
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, ALON. No, no, he's gone.
Of it own kind, all foizon, all abundance, SEB. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great To feed my innocent people.(1) loss,
SEB. No marrying ʼmong his subjects ? That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, Ant. None, man; all idle,—whores and knaves. But rather lose her to an African ;
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye,
To excel the golden age. Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
Save his majesty! ALON.
Ant. Long live Gonzalo !
Alon. Pr’ythee, no
thou dost talk By all of us; and the fair soul herself
nothing to me. Weigh’d, between lothness and obedience, at Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did Which end o' the beam she'd a bow. We have lost it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who your son,
are of such sensible and nimble lungs that they I fear, for ever. Milan and Naples have
always use to laugh at nothing. More widows in them of this business' making, Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at. Than we bring men to comfort them :
Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am The fault's your own.
nothing to you: so you may continue, and laugh ALON. So is the dear'st o' the loss.
at nothing still. Gon.
My lord Sebastian, Ant. What a blow was there given ! The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, SEB. An it had not fallen flat-long. And time to speak it in; you rub the sore,
Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle ; you When
would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she SEB.
would continue in it five weeks without changing. Ant. And most chirurgeonly.
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, When you are cloudy.
Enter ARIEL, invisible, solemn Music playing. SEB.
Foul weather! Ant.
Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. (2) Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,- Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry: Ant. He'd sow't with nettle-seed.
Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure SEB.
Or docks, or mallows. my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me Gon. —And were the king on't, what would I do? | asleep, for I am very heavy ? SEB. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Ant. Go sleep, and hear us. Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by con
[AU sleep but AloN., SEB., and Ant. traries
Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic
eyes Would I admit; no name of magistrate ;
Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts : I Letters should not be known : riches, poverty,
find And use of service, none : contract, succession, They are inclin’d to do so. Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;
Please you, sir, No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ;
Do not omit the heavy offer of it: No occupation ; all men idle, all ;
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, And women too,—but innocent and pure ;
It is a comforter. No sovereignty :
We two, my lord, SEB.
Yet he would be king on't. Will guard your person while you take your rest, Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth for- And watch your safety. gets the beginning.
ALON. Thank you. Wondrous heavy. Gon. All things in common nature should
[Alon. sleeps. Exit ARIEL. produce,
SEB. What a strange drowsiness possesses them!
Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.
'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd, SEB.
Why As he that sleeps here, swims. Doth it not, then, our eyelids sink? I find not SEB.
I have no hope Myself dispos’d to sleep.
That he's undrown'd.
0, out of that no hope, They fell together all, as by consent ;
What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What Another way so high a hope, that even might,
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, Worthy Sebastian—0, what might—no more:- But doubts * discovery there. Will you grant with And yet methinks I see it in thy face,
me, What thou shouldst be : the occasion speaks thee; That Ferdinand is drown'd ? and
SEB. My strong imagination secs a crown
Then, tell me, Dropping upon thy head.
Who's the next heir of Naples ?
Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; "she that SEB. I do; and surely dwells
[Naples It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak’st Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Out of thy sleep: what is it thou didst say ? Can have no note, unless the sun were post, This is a strange repose, to be asleep
The man i' the moon 's too slow,--till new-born With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
chins And yet so fast asleep.
Be rough and razorable; she, from whom
We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast Thou lett'st thy fortune sleep,—die rather ; wink'st
again; Whiles thou art waking.
And, by that destiny," to perform an act, SEB.
Thou dost snore distinctly; Whereof what 's past is prologue; what to come, There's meaning in thy snores.
In yours and my discharge. Ant. I am more serious than my custom : you
SEB, What stuff is this ?-How say you ? Must be so too, if heed me; which to do
'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis: Trebles thee o'er.
So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions SEB. Well, I am standing water.
There is some space. Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Do so: to ebb, Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Measure us back to Naples ? Keep in Tunis, Ant.
And let Sebastian wake / —Say, this were death If you but knew how the
cherish That now hath seiz'd them ; why, they were no Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
[Naples You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
Than now they are.
There be that can rule Most often do so near the bottom run,
As well as he that sleeps ; lords that can prate By their own fear or sloth.
As amply and unnecessarily SEB.
Prythee, say on : As this Gonzalo; I myself could make The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
The mind that I do! what a sleep were this Which throes thee much to yield.
understand me? ANT.
Thus, sir :
Seb. Methinks I do. Although this lord of weak remembrance,“ this,- ANT.
And how does your content Who shall be of as little memory (suaded, - Tender your own good fortune ? When he is earth’d,—hath here almost per
I remember, For he's a spirit of persuasion, only
You did supplant your brother Prospero. Professes to persuade," --the king his son's alive,- Ant.
(*) Old text, doubt.
a of weak remembrance,-) of feeble memory.
b Prosesses to persuade,-) The entanglement in this speech may have arisen from the retention of the poet's first, as well as of his reconsidered thought. By reading the passage without the words. " Professes to persuade," as Steevens justly remarks, * nothing is wanting to its sense or metre;”
hath here almost persuaded,For he's a spirit of persuasion only,The king, his son's alive," &c.
And look how well my garments sit upon me;
ALON. Waking.] What's the matter? Much feater than before : my brother's servants SER. Whiles we stood here securing your Were then my fellows; now they are my men.
repose, SEB. But, for your conscience,
Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that ? if it were a Like bulls, or rather lions ; did it not wake you? kibe,
It struck mine ear most terribly. 'T would put me to my slipper : but I feel not ALON.
I heard nothing This deity in my bosom ; twenty consciences, Ant. 0, 't was a din to fright a monster's That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,
ear; And melt, ere they molest!
Here lies your
To niake an earthquake ! sure, it was the roar brother,
Of a whole herd of lions. No better than the earth he lies upon,
Heard you this, Gonzalo ? If he were that which now he's like, that's dead, Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it,
humming, Can lay to bed for ever ; whiles you, doing thus, And that a strange one too, which did awake To the perpetual wink for aye might put This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who I shak’d you, sir, and cried ; as mine eyes Should not upbraid our course.
For all the rest,
open'd, They 'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk ; I saw their weapons drawn :— there was a noise, They 'll tell the clock to any business that That's verity." 'T is best we stand upon our We say befits the hour.
Thy case, dear friend, Or that we quit this place : let's draw our Shall be my precedent; as thou gott'st Milan,
weapons. I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword; one ALON. Lead off this ground; and let's make stroke
further search Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st; For my poor son. And I the king shall love thee.
Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts ! Ant.
For he is, sure, i' the island. And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
Lead away. [Exeunt. To fall it on Gonzalo.
Arr Prospero my lord shall know what I have SEB. O, but one word. [They converse apart.
So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exit. Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible. Ari. My master through his art foresees the SCENE II.--Another Part of the Island.
danger That you,
his friend, are in; and sends me forth, Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood. For else his project dies,—to keep them living.
A noise of thunder heard. [Sings in GONZALO's ear.
Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up.
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make
him His time doth take :
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, If of life you keep a care,
And yet I needs must curse: but they'll nor Shake off slumber, and beware.
pinch, Awake! awake !
Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i' the mire, Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark Gon. [Waking.) Now, good angels, preserve Out of my way, unless he bid 'em ; but the king !
For every trifle are they set upon me, Why, how now ?c ho, awake! Why are you Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me, drawn?
And after, bite me; then like hedgehogs, which Wherefore this ghastly looking ?
Lie tumbling in my
way, and mount
a Suggestion--] Has before been explained to mean, temptation.
b To keep them living.) Mr. Dyce reads, “ to keep thee living," wbich is preferable to any alteration of the passage yet suggested; but we are not convinced that change is required.
c Why, how now ? ho, awake! &c.] In the old copy, and in every subsequent edition, this speech is given to the king and the next to Gonzalo, but erroneously, as we think is evident from the language, the business of the scene, and from what Gonzalo
- I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did arcake me: I shak'd you, sir, and cried; as mine eyes open'd,
I saw their weapons drawn." d That's verity.] So Pope; the old text having, “That's verily."
would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it | This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's
The gunner, and his mate,
Lou'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, the newest, poor-John. A strange fish! Were
But none of us car'd for Kate :
For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, Go hang: give a piece of silver : there would this monster
She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch, make a man; any strange beast there makes a
Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did man : when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead
Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang! Indian.(3) Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose
This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my
comfort. my opinion, hold it no longer,—this is no fish, but
[Drinks. an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunder
Cal. Do not torment me:-0! bolt. [Thunder.] Alas, the storm is come again!
STE. What's the matter ? Have we devils way is to creep under his gaberdine;" there
here? Do you put tricks upon 's with salvages is no other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a
and men of Inde, ha? I have not 'scaped man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud drowning, to be afeard now of your four legs ; for till the dregs of the storm be past.
it hath been said, As proper a man as ever went
on four legs cannot make him give ground : and Enter STEPHANO, singing ; a bottle in his hand. it shall be said so again, while Stephano breathes
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 a Gaberdine;] A loose over-garment, worn by the lower classes.
the devil should he learn our language? I will See note (6), p. 438, Vol. I.