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Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
delicate temperance.
Hath made his meal on thee!
Fran.

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered.

Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.
Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life.
Ant. True; save means to live.

Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

Sir, he may live ;
I saw him beat the surges under him,
And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted
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,
As stooping to relieve him; I not doubt,

Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how He came alive to land.
Alon.

green!

Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

Seb. With an eye 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 Eneas too? good lord, how you take it!

Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me study of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.

Adr. Carthage?

Gon. I assure you, Carthage.

Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy Dext?

No, no, he's gone.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great 1038;

That would not bless our Europe with your
daughter,

But rather lose her to an African;
Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye,
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
Alon.
Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd other
wise

Pr'ythee, peace.

By all of us; and the fair soul herself
Weigh'd, between loathness and obedience, at
Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost

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Very foul.

Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,--
Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed.
Seb.
Or docks, or mallows.
Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do?
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.
Gon. I' the commonwealth, I would by contraries
Execute all things: for no kind of traffic
Would I admit ; no name of magistrate;
Letters hould not be known; no use of service,
sea,Of riches, or of poverty; no contracts,
Successions, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none :
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil:
No occupation; all men idle, all;
And women too; but innocent and pure :
No sovereignty

Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple.

Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the bring forth more islands.

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Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Ant. 0, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.

Seb.

And yet he would be king on't. Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.

Gon. All things in common nature should produce

Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,

day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.

Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears,
against

The stomach of my sense: 'Would I had never
Married my daughter there! for, coming thence,
My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,
Who is so far from Italy remov'd,

I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir

Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,
Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance,
To feed my innocent people.

Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects?
Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves.
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir,
To excel the golden age.

Seb.
'Save his majesty!
Ant. Long live Gonzalo !

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Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use to laugh at nothing.

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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.

Ant. What a blow was there given? Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; 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 Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: 1 find,

They are inclin'd to do so.

Seb.

Please you, sir, Do not omit the heavy offer of it: It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,

It is a comforter.

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Will guard your person while you take your rest, And watch your safety.

Alon.

Thank you: wondrous heavy: [ALONZO sleeps. Exit ARIEL. Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them? Ant. It is the quality o' the climate. Seb. Why Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I find not Myself dispos'd to sleep. Ant.

Nor I; my spirits are nimble. 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
Dropping upon thy head.

Seb.

What, art thou waking? Ant. Do you not hear me speak? Seb. I do; and, surely, It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st Out of thy sleep: What is it thou did'st say? This is a strange repose, to be asleep With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, And yet so fast asleep.

Ant.

Noble Sebastian,

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.

Do so: to ebb,

Ant.

0,

If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
Most often do so near the bottom run,
By their own fear, or sloth.
Seb.

Pr'ythee, say on:

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Who's the next heir of Naples?
Seb.
Ant. She that is queen of Tunis: she that dwells
Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples
Can have no note, unless the sun were post,
(The man i' the moon's too slow,) till new-born chins
Be rough and razorable; she, from whom
We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again;
And, by that, destin'd to perform an act,
Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come
In your's and my discharge.

Seb.
What stuff is this?-How say you?
'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis:
So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions
There is some space.

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 no

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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 kibe 'Twould put me to my slipper: But I feel not This deity in my bosom; twenty consciences, That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they, And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, No better than the earth he lies upon,

If he were that which now he's like: whom I,
With this obedient steel, three inches of it,
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
Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.

Seb.
Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
Sball free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st;
And I the king shall love thee.
Ant.

Draw together: And when I rear my hand, do you the like, To fall it on Gonzalo. Seb.

O, but one word.

[They converse apart.

Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible. Ari. My master through his art foresees 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
Open-ey'd conspiracy

His time doth take:
If of life you keep a care,
Shake off slumber, and beware:
Awake! Awake!

Ant. Then let us both be sudden.

[They awake. Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king! Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you

drawn?

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Aion.

Lead away. Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done : [Aside. [Exeunt.

So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.

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 bim By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,

Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid them; but
For every trifle are they set upon me:
Sometimes like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness:-Lo! now! lo!

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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 bumbard 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 chuse but fall by pailfulls

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, Poor-John. A strange fish! 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. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this by a thunder-bolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered is come again: my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout: I will here shroud, till the dregs of the storm be Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. 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:
Well, here's my comfort.
[Drinks.

The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,
The gunner, and his mate,

Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
But none of us car'd for Kate:

For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang:

She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er she did itch:
Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang.

This is a scurvy tune too. But here's my comfort. [Drinks.

Cal. Do not torment me⚫ O! 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 ba afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever went on four legs, canno make him give ground: and it shall be said so again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils.

Cal. The spirit torments me: O!

Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs; who bath got, as I take it, an ague: Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give

Dim some relief in it be but for that: If I can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's at 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. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was.

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.

Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove | monster:--I afeard of him? a very weak monster : his fit: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, 1-The man i' the moon?-a most poor credulous will not take too much for him: he shall pay for monster: Well drawn, monster, in good sooth. him that hath him, and that soundly. Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the island;

Cul. 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.

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 de-puppy-headed monster: a most scurvy monster! ! could find in my heart to beat him,Ste. Come, kiss.

Trin. I should know that voice: It should be-! But he is drowned; and these are devils: O! fend 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 bim, 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 Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, in deed: 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 over-blown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm: And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd!

Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.

Cal. These be fine things, and if they be not
sprites.

That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:
I will kneel to him.

Ste. How did'st thou 'scape? how cam'st thou hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st bither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast a-shore.

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 can 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, moon-calf? how does thine ague?

Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven?

Trin.

-but that the poor monster's in drink ; An abominable monster!

Cal. I'll shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck
thee berries.

I'li fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.
A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
Thou wond'rous man.

Trin. A most ridiculous monster! to make a wonder of a poor drunkard.

Cai. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs

grow;

And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts;
Shew thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how
To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee
To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee
Young sea-mells from the rock: Wilt thou go with

me?

Ste. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without any more talking.-Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drown'd, we will inherit here.Here; bear my bottle. Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again.

Cal. Farewell, master: farewell, farewell.
[Sings drunkenly.
Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster.
Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish;
Nor fetch in firing

At requiring,

Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish ;
'Ban 'Bar, Ca--Caliban,

Has a new master-Get a new man.

Freedom, hey-day! hey day, freedom! freedom, bey-day, freedom!

Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. [Exeunt.

ACT III.

SCENE I.-Before Prospero's Cell

Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log.

Fer. There be some sports are painful; but their labour

Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness

Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters
Point to r ch ends. This my mean task would be
As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but

The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed;
And he's compos'd of harshness. 1 must remove
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistre-s
Weeps when she sees me work; and says such
baseness

Had ne'er like executor. I forget:

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours;

Most busy-less, when I do it.

Enter MIRANDA, and PROSPERO at a distance.
Mira.

Alas, now! pray you,
Work not so hard; I would the lightning had
Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile!
Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns,
Twill weep for having wearied you: My father
Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;
He's safe for these three hours.

Fer. O most dear mistress, The sun will set, before I shall discharge What I must strive to do. Mira.

If you'll sit down,

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 dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by.

Mira.

It would become me As well as it does you: and I should do it With much more ease; for my good will is to it, And yours against.

Pro. Poor worm! thou a infected; This visitation shows it.

Mira.

You look wearily.

Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with

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I have broke your hest to say so!
Fer.
Admir'd Miranda
Indeed, the top of admiration; worth
What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
Have I lik'd several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd,
And put it to the foil: But you, O you,
So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.

Mira.

I do not know

One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
More that I may call men, than you, good friend,
And my dear father: how features are abroad,
I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty,
The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Beside yourself, to like of; But I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
Therein forget.

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And prompt me, plain and holy innocence !
I am your wife, if you will marry me;
If not I'll die your maid; to be your fellow
You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,
Whether you will or no.

Fer.

And I thus humble ever.

Mira.

My mistress, dearest,

My husband then?

Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing

As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. Mi-. And mine, with my heart in't: And now farewell,

Tin half an hour hence. Fer.

A thousand! thousand! [Exeunt FER. and MIR. Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are surpriz'd with all; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book; For yet ere supper time, must I perform Much business appertaining.

[Exit.

SCENE 11.-Another part of the Island. Enter STEPHANO and TRINCULO; CALIBAN following with a bottle.

Ste. Tell not me;-when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before therefore bear up, and board 'em: Servant-monster, drink to me.

Trin. Servant-monster? the folly of this island! They say, there's but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if the other two be brained like us, the state totters.

Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almost set in thy head.

Trin. Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail. Ste. My man-monster hath drowned his tongue in sack for my part, the sea cannot drown me: I wam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty leagues, off and on, by this light.-Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard.

:

Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard.

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