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And give it way;--I know thou canst not choose. Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot

(Miranda sleeps. The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Was grown into a hoopi hast thou forgot her ? Approach, my Ariel ; come.

Ari. No, sir.

[me. Pro. Thou hast : Where was she born? speak; tell Enter Ariel.

Ari. Sir, in Argier. Pro. O, was she so? I must, Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, To answer thy best pleasure; be 't to fly,

Which thou forgett'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

For mischiefs nianifold, and sorceries terrible On the curld clouds; to thy strong bidding task To enter human hearing, from Argier, Ariel, and all his quality. Pro. Hast thou, spirit, Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? They would not take her life : Is not this true? Ari. To every article.

Ari. Ay, sir.

(child, I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Pro. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with Xow in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, And here was left by the sailors : Thou, my slave, 1 flam'd amazement: Sometime I'd divide 1 As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant : And burn in many places; on the topmast, And, for thou wast á spirit too delicate The yards and bowsprit, would I fame distinctly, To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the precurs. Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary (ors By help of her more potent ministers, And sight-outrunning were not. The fire, and cracks And in her most unmitigable rage, Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Into a cloven pine ; within which rift Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain Yea, his dread trident shake.

A dozen years, within which space she died, Pro.

My brave spirit! And left thee there; where thou didst vent thygroans, Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil

As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island Would not infect his reason? Ari, Not a soul (Save for the son that she did litter here, But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd

A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with Some tricks of desperation: All but mariners A human shape. Ari. Yes ; Caliban her son, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st With hair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair,) What torment I did find thee in : thy groans Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty, Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts And all the devils are liere.'

Of ever-angry bears: it was a torment Pro.

Why, that's my spirit ! To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax But was not this nigh shore ?

Could not again undo; it was mine art, Ari.

Close by, my master. When I arriv'd, and heard thec, that made gape Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?

The pine, and let thee out.
Ari.
Not a hair perish'd; Ari.

I thank thee, master.
On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak,
But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle: Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
The king's son have I landed by himself;

Ari.

Pardon, master: Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,

I will be correspondent to command, In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,

And do my spriting gently. His arts in this sad knot.

Pro.

Do so; and after two days Pro.

Of the king's ship, I will discharge thee. The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos’d,

Ari

That's my noble master! And all the rest o'the fleet.

What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Ari.

Safely in harbour Pro. Go make tlıyself like a nymph o' the sea; Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Be subject to no sight but thine and mine; invisible Thou calidst me up at midnight to fetch dew To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape, From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid: And hither come in 't: go, hence, with diligence. The mariners all under hatches stow'd ;

[Exit Arict. Whorn, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; I have left asleep, and for the rest o' the fleet, Awake! Which I dispers'd, they all have met again; Mira. The strangeness of your story put And are upon the Mediterranean flote,

Heaviness in me. Pro. Shake it off: Come on; Bound sadly home for Naples;

We 'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Supposing that they saw the king's ship wrack'd, Yields us kind answer. Mira. 'T is a villain, sir, And his great person perish. Pro. Ariel, thy charge I do not love to look on. Pro. But, as 't is, Exactly is perforin'd; but there's more work: We cannot miss him; he does make our fire, What is the time o' the day?

Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices Ari.

Past the inid season. That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban! Pro. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six Thou earth, thou! speak. Must by us both be spent most preciously. [and now Cal. [Within.) There's wood enough within, Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for pains, Come, thou tortoise! when!

[thee: Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,

Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph.
Which is not yet perform'd ine.
Pro.

How now? moody? Fine apparition ! My quaint Ariel,

Hark in thine ear. What is 't thou canst demand? Ari. My liberty.

Ari Pro. Before the time be out? no more.

My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. I prithee

Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Remember, I have done thee worthy service;

Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, serv'd

Enter Caliban. Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst pro- Cal. As wicked dew as e'er iny mother brush'd To bate me a full year.

(mise With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Pro. Dost thou forget

Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, From what a torment I did free thee? Ari. No. And blister you all o'er.

(cramps, Pro. Thou dost; and think'st it much to tread the Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have Or the salt deep ;

[ooze Side-stitches that shall pen thy breatlı up; urchins To run upon the sharp wind of the north;

Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, To do me business in the veins o' the earth, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinchid When it is bak'd with frost., Ari. I do not, sir. As thick as honeycomb, each pinch 'inore stinging

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Than bees that made them.

But doth suffer a sea-change Cal.

I must eat my dinner. Into something rich and strange. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first,

(Burden, ding-dong. Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; wouldst Hark! now I hear them, -ding-dong, bell. Water with berries in't; and teach me how (give me Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd faTo name the bigger light, and how the less, This is no mortal business, nor no sound (ther: That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, That the earth owes :- I hear it now above me. And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and fer. And say, what thou seest yond'. Cursed be I that did so !-All the charms [tile; Mira.

What is 't? a spirit ? Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, For I am all the subjects that you have,

It carries a brave form :-But 't is a spirit. (senses Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me Pro. No, wench; it eats, and sleeps, and hath such In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, The rest of the island.

Was in the wrack; and but he's something stain'a Pro.

Thou inost lying slave, With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have usd A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, (call hiin thee,

And strays about to find thein. Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg’d thee Mira.

I might call him In mine own ceil, till thou didst seek to violate A thing divine; for nothing natural The honour of my child.

I ever saw so noble. Cal, o ho, o ho !-'would it had been done! Pro.

It goes on, I see, (Aside. Thou didst prevent ine; I had peopled else As my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit ! I 'll free This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave; Within two days for this.

[thee Which any print of goodness will not take,

Fer.

Most sure, the goddess Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, [hour On whom these airs attend !--Vouchsafe my prayer Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each May know if you remain upon this island;. One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage, And that you will some good instruction give, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like How I may bear ine here: My prime request, A thing inost brutish, I endow'd thy purposes Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder ! With words that made them known: But thy vile race, If you be maid or no? Mira. No wonder, sir ; Though thou didst learn, had that in 't which good But, certainly a maid. natures

Fer.

My language ! heavens Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou I am the best of them that speak this speech, Deservedly confin'd into this rock,

Were I but where 't is spoken. Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.

Pro.

How ! the best? Cul. You taught me language; and my profit on 't What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid you, Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders For learning me your language !

To hear thee speak of Naples : He does hear me ; Pro.

Hag-seed, hence! And that he does I weep: myself am Naples ;. Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld To answer other business. Shrugg'st thou, malice? The king my father wrack'd. If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly

Mira.

Alack, for mercy! What I command, I 'll rack thee with old cramps; Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar And his brave son, being twain..

[Milan, That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

Pro.

The duke of Milan, Cal.

No, pray thee! And his more braver daughter, could control thee, I must obey: his art is of such power, (Aside. If now't were fit to do 't:-At the first sight [1 side. It would control my dam's god, Setebos,

They have chang'd eyes :-Delicate Ariel, And make a vassal of him.

I'll set thee free for this !-A word, good sir; Pro.

So, slave; hence! I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word. (Exit Caliban. Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This

Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing and singing ; That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father Ferdinand following him.

To be inclin'd my way! Fer. O, if a virgin, Ariel's Song

And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
Come unto these yellow sands,

The queen of Naples.
And then take hands :

Pro.

Soft, sir; one word more.Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd They are both in either's powers; but this swift The wild waves whist,

business Foot it featly here and there;

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning ( A side. And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge Bur. Hark, hark ! Bowgh, wowgh.

That thou attend ine: thou dost here usurp (thec, The watch-dogs bark:

The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself Bowgh, wowgh.

(dispersedly. Upon this island, as a spy, to win it Ari Hark, hark! I hear

From me, the lord on 't.
The strain of strutting chanticleer

Fer.

No, as I am a man.
Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.
Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a tem-

(ple : Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the If the ill spirit have so fair a house, earth?

Good things will strive to dwell with it.

Pro. It sounds no more and sure it waits upon

Follow me.- [To Ferd. Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,

Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come. Weeping again the king my father's wrack,

I'll manacle thy neck and feet together: This music crept by me upon the waters;

Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be Allaying both their fury, and my passion,

The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks With its sweet air: thence I have follow't it,

Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.

Fer. No; Or it hath drawn me rather:-But 't is gone.

I will resist sucht entertainment, till
No, it begins again.

Mine enemy lias more power.
Ariel sings.

(Ple draws, and is charmed from moving. Mira.

O dear father,
Full fathom five thy father lies;

Make not too rash a trial of him, for
Of his bones are coral inade;

He's gentle, and not fearful. Pro. What, I say,
Those are pearls that were his eyes: My foot iny tutor! Putthy sword up, traitor; (science
Nothing of himn that doth fade,

Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy con.

Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; Adr. Yet-
For I can here disarın thee with this stick,

Ant. He could not miss it.
And make thy weapon drop.

Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and Mira,

Beseech you, father! delicate temperance. Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments.

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench, Mira,

Sir, have pity: Seb. Ay, and a subtle ; as he most learnedly de. I 'l be his surety:

Pro. Silence ! one word inore livered. Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. An advocate for an impostor! hush!

Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he, Ant. Or, as 't were perfumed by a fen. Having seen but him and Caliban: Foolish wench! Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life. To the most of men this is a Caliban,

A nt. True; save incans to live. And they to him are angels.

Scb. Of that there 's none, or little. Mira.

My affections

Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how Are then most humble; I have no ambition

green! To see a goodlier man.

Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. Pro.

Come on; obcy: [To Ferd. Seb. With an eye of green in 't. Thy nerves are in their infancy again,

dot. He misses not much. And have no vigour in them. Fer. So they are: Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed ahnost My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, beyond credit)The wrack of all my friends, or this man's threats, Seb. As many vouched rarities are. To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, Might I but through my prison once a day drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth freshness, and glosses; being rather new dyed Let liberty make use of; space enough

than stained with salt water. Have I in such a prison.

Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would Pro.

It works :--Come on. - it not say, he lies? Thou hast done well, fine Ariel !-Follow me.- Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report,

(To Ferd, and Mir. Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To Ariel. when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage Mira.

Be of comfort; of the king's fair daughter Claribel, to the king of My father 's of a better nature, sir,

Tunis. Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Seb. 'T was a sweet marriage, and we prosper well Which now came from him.

in our return, Pro.

Thou shalt be as free Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a As mountain winds: but then exactly do

paragon to their queen. All points of my command. Ari. To the syllable, Gon, Not since widow Dido's time. Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. (Éxeunt. Ant. Widow ? a pox o' that! How came that

widow in? Widow Dido! ACT II.

Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too! SCENE I.-Another part of the Island,

good lord, how you take it !

Adr. Widow Dido, said you ? you make me studiy Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo,

of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Adrian, Francisco, and others.

Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage, Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause

Adr. Carthage? (So have we all) of joy; for our escape

Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Is much beyond our loss : Our hint of woe

Ant. His word is inore than the miraculous harp. Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,

Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. The masters of som: merchant, and the merchant, Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy Have just our theme of woe: out for the miracle,

next? I mean our preservation, few in millions

Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Our sorrow with our comfort.

Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring Alon.

Prithee, peace.

forth more islands. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Gon, Ay? Ant. The visitor will not give hiin o'er so.

Ant. Why, in good time. Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit ; Gon. Sir, we were talking that our garments seem By and by it will strike.

now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the mar. Gon. Sir,

riage of your daughter, who is now queen. Seb. One Tell.

Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Gon. When every grief is entertain'd that's offer'd, Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Comes to the entertainer

Ant. 0, widow Dido ; ay, widow Dido. Seb. A dollar.

Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. spoken truer than you purposed,

Ant. That sort was well fish'd for. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage ? should.

Alon, You cram these words into mine ears, against Gon. Therefore, my lord,

The stomach of my sense: 'Would I had never Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue ! Married my daughter there ! for, coming thence, Alon. I prithee spare.

My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, Gon. Well, I have done: But yet

Who is so far from Italy remov'd, Seb. He will be talking.

I ne'er again shall see her. Othou mine heir Ant. Which, of he, or Adrian, for a good wager, of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish first begins to crow?

Hath inade his meal on thee! Seb. The old cock.

Fran.

Sir, he may live ; Ant. The cockrel.

I saw him beat the surges under him, Seb. Done: the wager ?

And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Ant. A laughter.

Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted Seb. A match.

The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, -- 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Ant. So, you're paid.

To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, - As stooping to relieve him ; I not doubt, Seb. Yet,

He came alive to land, Alon. No, no, he's gone.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss, Will guard your person while you take your rest,
That would not bless our Europe with your daugh- And watch your safety.
But rather lose her to an African;

(ter, Alon..

Thank you: wondrous heavy. Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye,

[Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel. Who hath cause to wet the grief on 't.

Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them ! Alon.

Prithee, peace. Ant. It is the quality of the climate. Scb. Why Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd other- Doth it not then our cyclids sink? I find not By all of us ; and the fair soul herself (wise Myself dispos'd to sleep. Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at

Ant.

Norl; my spirits are nimble. Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost They fell together all, as by consent; I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have fyour son, They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, More widows in them of this business' making, Worthy Sebastian:--0, what might?-No more :Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault 's And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, Your own. Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee; Gon. My lord Sebastian,

My strong imagination sees a crown

(and The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, Dropping upon thy head. And time to speak it in ; you rub the sore,

Seb.

What, art thou waking ? When you should bring the plaster.

Ant. Do you not hear me speak?
Seb.
Very well. Seb.

I do; and, sarely, Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak'st
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, Out of thy sleep: What is it thou didst say?
When you are cloudy. Seb. Foul weather? This is a strange repose, to be asleep,
Ant.

Very foul. With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, -- And yet so fast asleep. Ant. Noble Sebastian, Ant. He'd sow 't with nettle-sced.

Thou lett'st thy fortune sleep, die rather; wink'st Seb.

Or docks, or mallows. Whiles thou art waking. Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do? Seb.

Thou dost snore distinctly; Seó. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.

There's meaning in thy snores. Gon. I'the commonwealth I would by contraries Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you Execute all things; for no kind of traffic

Must be so too, if heed ine; which to do Would I adinit; no name of magistrate;

Trebles thee o'er.
Letters should not be known: riches, poverty, Seb.

Well, I am standing water.
And use of service, none; contract, succession, Ant. I 'll teach you how to flow.
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none :

Seb.

Do so: to ebb, No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil:

Hereditary sloth instructs me. Ant. 0, No occupation; all men idle, all;

If you but knew how you the purpose cherish And women too; but innocent and pure :

Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, No sovereignty

You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, Seb.

Yet he would be king on't. Most often do so near the bottom run, Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets By their own fear, or sloth. Seb. Prithee say on: the beginning

The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim Gon. All things in common nature should produce A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Which throes thee much to yield.

Ant. , , Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth,

Thus, sir:

Although this lord of weak remembrance, this Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance,

(Who shall be of as little inemory, To feed my innocent people.

When he is earth'd,) hatlı here almost persuaded Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects ?

(For he 's a spirit of persuasion, only Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves. Professes to persuade,) the king his son 's alive,Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, 'T is as impossible that he's undrown'd, To excel the golden age.

As he that'sleeps here, swims. Seb. 'Save his majesty! Seb.

I have no hope Ant. Long live Gonzalo !

That he's undrown'd.
Gon.
And, do you mark me, sir?- Ant.

0, out of that no hope, Alon. Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to What great hope have you ! no hope, that way, is

Another way so high a hope, that even Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of But doubts discovery there. Will you grant with such sensible and nimble lungs that they always use That Ferdinand is drown'd!

[me, to laugh at nothing.

Seo. Ant. T was you we laugh'd at.

Ant.

Then, tell me, Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am no. Who's the next heir of Naples? Seb. Claribel. thing to you: so you may continue, and laugh at Ant. She that is queen of Tunis: she that dwells nothing still.

Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples Ant. What a blow was there given !

Can have no note, unless the sun were post, Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.

(The man i' the moon 's too slow,) till new-born chins Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle ; you Be rough and razorable.; she that from whom would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again ; continue in it five weeks without changing.

And by that destiny to perform an act,

Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, Enter Ariel invisible, playing solemn music.

In yours and my discharge. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.

Seb.

What stuff is this ?- How say you ? Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry.

'T is true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis: Gor. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me aslcep, There is some space. for I am very heavy?

Ant.

A space whose every cubit Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.

Seems to cry out, 'How shall that Claribel (4u sleep but Alon., Seb., and Ant. Measure us back to Naples?'-Keep in Tunis, Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish inine eyes And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: 1 That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no They are inclin'd to do so.

[find

worse Seb.

Please you, sir, Than now they are: There be that can rule Naples Do not omit the heavy offer of it:

As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prato
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,

As amply and unnecessarily
It is a coinforter. Ant. We two, my lord, As this Gonzalo; I myself could make

me.

He's gone.

A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i the mire,
The mind that I do what a sleep were this Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
For your advancement! Do you understand me? Out of my way, unless he bid them; but
Seb. Methinks, I do.

For every trifle are they set upon me:
Art.

And how does your content Sometime like apes, that inoe and chatter at me, Tender your own good fortune?

And after, bite me; then like hedgehogs, which Seb.

I remember, Lie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mount You did supplant your brother Prospero.

Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I Ant.

True : All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues, And look how well my garments sit upon me; Do hiss me into madness: Lol now! lo ! Much feater than before: My brother's servants

Enter Trinculo. Were then my fellows, now they are my men.

Here comes a spirit of his ; and to torment me, Seb. But, for your conscienceAnt. Ay, sir; where lies that? if 't were a kybe,

For bringing wood in slowly: I 'll fall fiat ; 'T would put me to my slipper: But I feel not

Perchance, he will not mind ine.

Trin. Here's neither brush nor shrub, to bear oft This deity in my bosom; twenty consciences, That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,

any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that would shed No better than the earth he lies upon, If he were that which now he 's like, that 's dead;

his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it, cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.-What have we

know not where to hide my head: yond' saine cloud Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus, To the perpetual wink for aye might put

here? a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish: he This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who

sinells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell;

a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. A strange Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,

fish! Were I in England now, (as once I was,) and They 'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk; They'll tell the clock to any business that

had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there We say befits the hour.

but would give a piece of silver: there would this Seb. Thy case, dear friend,

monster make a man; any strange beast there makes Shall be my precedent; as thou gott'st Milan,

a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword; one stroke dian. Legged like a man ! and his fins like arms !

lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead InShall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st; Warm, o' my troth! I do now

let loose my opinion, And I the king shall love thee. Ant.

Draw together:

hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an islander, And when I rear my hand, do you the like,

that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. [ThunTo fall it on Gonzalo. Seb. O, but one word.

der.) Alas! the storm is come again : my best way [They converse apart. shelter hereabout: Misery acquaints a man with

is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other Music. Re-enter Ariel, invisible.

strange bedfellows. I will here shroud till the dregs Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger of the storm be past. That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth,

Enter Stephano, singing ; a bottle in his hand, (For else his project dies,) to keep them living.

Ste. [Sings in Gonzalo's ear.

I shall no more to sea, to sea,

Here shall I die ashore;-
While you here do snoring lie
Open-eyed Conspiracy

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral:
His time doth take:
Well, here's my comfort.

[Drinks. If of life you keep a care,

The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,
Shake off slumber, and beware:

The gunner, and his mate,
Awake! Awake!

Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
Ant. Then let us both be sudden.

But none of us car'd for Kate : Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king !

For she had a tongue with a tang,

[They awake. Would cry to a sailor, 'Go hang, Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake : 'Why are you She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch, Wherefore this ghastly looking ? [drawn? Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch: Gort.

What's the matter?

Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. Seo. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, This is a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort. Even now we heard a hollow burst of bellowing

[Drinks. Like bulls, or rather lions ; did it not wake you? Cal. Do not torment me: 0! It struck mine ear inost terribly.

Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Alon.

'I heard nothing. Do you put tricks upon us with savages and men of Ant. O, it was a din to fright a monster's ear; Inde? Ha! I have not 'scaped drowning, to be To make an earthquake sure it was the roar afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, Of a whole herd of lions.

As proper a man as ever went on four legs cannot Alon.

Heard you this, Gonzalo? make him give ground : and it shall be said so again, Gon, Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, while Stephano breathes at nostrils. And that a strange one too, which did awake me: Cal. The spirit torments me: 0! I shak'd you, sir, and cried; as mine eyes open'd, Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs; I saw their weapons drawn:-there was a noise, who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where the That's verity: 'Tis best we stand upon our guard; devil shoulå he learn our language? I will give hiin Or that we quit this place : let's draw our weapons. some relief, if it be but for that: If I can recover

Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further him and keep him tame, and get to Naples with For my poor son.

[search him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trod Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! on neat's-leather. For he is, sure, i' the island. Alon. Lead away. Cal. Do not torment me, prithee; I 'll bring my Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have wood home faster. done :

{Aside. Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after So, king, go safely on to seck thy son. [Exeunt. the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have

never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove SCENE II.-Another part of the Island. his fit: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, I Enter Caliban, with a burthen of wood, will not take too much for him: he shall pay for him A noise of thunder heard.

that hath him, and that soundly. Cal, All the infections that the sun sucks up Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him anon, I know it by thy trembling: Now Prosper By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, works upon thee. And yet I needs must curse. But they 'll nor pinch, Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth: here

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