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No, no,


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.


Of it own kind, all foizon, all abundance,
SEB. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great | To feed my innocent people.(1)

SEB. No marrying 'mong 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.

Pr'ythee, peace.

Ant. Long live Gonzalo! SEB. You were kneeld to, and importun'd Gon.

And, do you mark me, sir? otherwise,

Alon. Pr’ythee, no


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 you should bring the plaster.

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,
Yet he would be king on't. Will guard your person


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!

Very well.

Very foul.

a Which end oʻthe beam she'd bow.) So Malone. The old text has,

" Which end of th' beame should bow." For which Capell substituted,

“Which end the beam should bow."

And Mr. Collier's annotator changes the "at” of the previous line to as,

Which end," &c. b Foizon,--] Abundance, plenty.


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.

have no hope Myself dispos'd to sleep.

That he's undrown'd.
Nor I; my spirits are nimble. Ant.

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



gone. My strong imagination sees a crown


Then, tell me, Dropping upon thy head.

Who's the next heir of Naples ?
What, art thou waking ? SEB.

Ant. Do you not hear me speak ?

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
Noble Sebastian,

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.


A space whose every cubit SEB.

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 you the purpose 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.

For your advancement! Do you 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- SEB.

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.



a or weak remembrance, -] 0f feeble memory.

b Professes 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.

(*) Old text, doubt.
she, from whom-) That is, coming from whom. The old
text has,--

she that from whom."
Rowe made the correction.
d And, by that destiny,-) We should possibly read, -

though some cast again,-
And that by destiny,--to perform," &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 make 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 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 yoų, 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

drawn :- there was a noise, They 'll tell the clock to

business that

That's verity." 'Tis best we stand upon our We say befits the hour.

guard, SEB.

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.

Draw together;

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.

Ans. 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.


SCENE II. -- Another Part of the Island.

Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood.

A noise of thunder heard.

Ari. My master through his art foresees the

That you, his friend, 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-eyed 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.
Gon. [Waking.] Now, good angels, preserve

the king !
Why, how now?c ho, awake! Why are you

drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking ?

Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make

By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse : but they'll nor

Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em ; but
For every trifle are they set upon me,
Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after, bite me; then like hedgehogs, which
Lie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mount

# Suggestion--] Has before been explained to mean, temptation.

To keep them living.) Mr. Dyce reads, “. to keep thee living," which is preferable to any alteration of the passage yet suggested ; but we are not convinced that change is required.

c Why, how pow? 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

presently says:

- I heard a humming,
And that a strange one too, which did awake 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."

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This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: well, here's my comfort. [Drinks.

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, 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 (3) Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! 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 suffered by a thunderbolt. [Thunder.] Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to creep under his gaberdine;" 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.

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This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort.

[Drinks. Cal. Do not torment me:-0!

STE. What's the matter ? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon 's with salvages and men of Inde, ha ? I have not 'scaped 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 :

e:-0! 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

Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand.

STE. I shall no more to sea, to sea,

Here shall I die, ashore;

orn by the lower classes.

Gaberdine ;) loose over-garment, See note (6), p. 438, Vol. I.

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