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And strays about to find them.
I will resist such entertainment till
Aside. It goes on, I see,
My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor; 470 Who mak'st a show but dar'st not strike, thy conscience
Within two days for this.
May know if you remain upon this island,
No wonder, sir;
My language! heavens!
Alack! for mercy. Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan
And his brave son being twain.
The Duke of Milan
I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a
Mir. Why speaks my father so ungently?
Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first
Soft, sir: one word more. Aside. They are both in either's powers: but this swift business
So they are:
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
That thou attend me. Thou dost here usurp
From me, the lord on 't.
Pros. It works. To FERDINAND. Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! To FERDINAND. Follow me.
Hark what thou else shalt do me. Mir. Be of comfort. My father's of a better nature, sir, O! if a virgin, Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Which now came from him. The Queen of Naples. Pros.
Pros. Come, follow.
No, as I am a man. Mir. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward,
I'll be his surety.
Pros. To FERDINAND. Come on; obey:
To the syllable. Speak not for him. Exeunt.
SCENE I.-Another Part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and Others.
Gon. Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause,
Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe
Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. Seb. What if he had said widower Aeneas too? Seb. Look; he's winding up the watch of his Good Lord, how you take it ! wit : by and by it will strike.
Adr. Widow Dido, said you ? you make mestudy Gon. Sir,
of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Seb. One: tell.
Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Gon. When every grief is entertain'd that 's Adr. Carthage ? offered,
Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Comes to the entertainer
Ant. His word is more than the miraculous Seb. A dollar.
harp. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have Seb. He hath raised the wall and houses too. spoken truer than you purposed.
Ant. What impossible matter will he make Sch. You have taken it wiselier than I meant easy next?
Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his Gon. Therefore, my lord,
pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Alon. I prithee, spare.
bring forth more islands. Gon. Well, I have done. But yet
Gon. Ay. Seb. He will be talking.
Ant. Why, in good time. Ant. Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager, Gon. Sir, we were talking that our garments first begins to crow?
seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the Seb. The old cock.
30 marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. 100 Ant. The cockerel.
Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Seb. Done. The wager ?
Seb. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Ant. A laughter.
Ant. O! widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. Seb. A match !
Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, — day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. Seb. Ha, ha, ha! So, you're paid.
Ant. That sort was well fished for. Adr. Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible,-- Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's Seb. Yet
marriage ? Adr. Yet
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears Ant. He could not miss it.
against Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender and The stomach of my sense. Would I had never delicate temperance.
Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. My son is lost ; and, in my rate, she too,
Seb. Ay, and a subtle ; as he most learnedly Who is so far from Italy remov'd delivered.
I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Adr. The air breathes upon us here most Of Naples and of Milan ! what strange fish sweetly.
Hath made his meal on thee ? Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.
Sir, he may live. Ant. Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen.
I saw him beat the surges under him, Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life. And ride upon their backs: he trod the water, Ant. True ; save means to live.
51 Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted Seb. Of that there's none, or little.
The surge most swoln that met him: his bold head Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how | 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd green!
Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.
To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, Seb. With an eye of green in't.
As stooping to relieve him. I not doubt Ant. He misses not much.
He came alive to land. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. Alon.
No, no ; he's gone. Gon. But the rarity of it is, which is indeed Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great almost beyond credit
loss, Seb. As many vouched rarities are.
That would not bless our Europe with your Gon. That onr garments, being, as they were, daughter, drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding their But rather lose her to an African ; freshness and glosses, being rather new-dyed Where she at least is banish'd from your eye, than stained with salt water.
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, Alon.
Prithee, peace. would it not say he lies ?
Seb. You were kneel'd to and importun'd Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. otherwise Gon. Methinks our garments are now as fresh By all of us ; and the fair soul herself as when we put them on first in Afric, at the Weigh’d, between loathness and obedience, at marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have the King of Tunis.
lost your son, Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have well in our return.
More widows in them of this business' making Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such Than we bring men to comfort them : paragon to their queen.
The fault 's your own. Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.
Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. Ant. Widow! a pox o' that! How came that Gon.
My Lord Sebastian, widow in! Widow Dido !
79 | The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness
And time to speak it in; you rub the sore, When you should bring the plaster.
Ant. And most chirurgeonly.
Very foul. Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,Ant. He'd sow 't with nettle-seed. Seb. Or docks, or mallows. Gon. And were the king on't, what would I do? Seb. 'Scape being drunk for want of wine. Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by contraries
Enter ARIEL, invisible; solemn music playing. 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?
They are inclin'd to do so.
We two, my lord, Will guard your person while you take your
rest, And watch your safety. Alon.
Thank you. Wondrous heavy. ALONSO 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 eyelids sink? I find not Myself dispos'd to sleep.
Nor I: my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might,
Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
All sleep but ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, and ANTONIO. Alon. What! all so soon asleep? I wish mine
Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find
Worthy Sebastian-O! what might-no more :-
My strong imagination sees a crown
Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die rather; wink'st Whiles thou art waking.
Seb. Thou dost snore distinctly: 220 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.
Do so to ebb
Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Ant. 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. Prithee, say on. The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim A matter from thee, and a birth indeed Which throes thee much to yield.
Ant. Thus, sir: Although this lord of weak remembrance, this, Who shall be of as little memory When he is earth'd, hath here almost persuaded,For he's a spirit of persuasion, only Professes to persuade,-the king his son's alive, 'Tis as impossible that he 's undrown'd As he that sleeps here swims.
That he's undrown'd.
I have no hope
Ant. O out of that 'no hope' What great hope have you; no hope that way is Another way so high a hope that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
Be rough and razorable; she, from whom
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 259 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
Than now they are. There be that can rule Naples As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate As amply and unnecessarily
As this Gonzalo; I myself could make
A chough of as deep chat. O! that you bore
And how does your content Tender your own good fortune?
Seb. I remember You did supplant your brother Prospero. Ant.
True: 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 280 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, that's dead;
Seb. Thy case, dear friend, Shall be my precedent: as thou gott'st Milan, I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke Shall 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.
Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible.
Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger
That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth,
Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
Preserve the king.
Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you drawn?
Wherefore this ghastly looking?
Gon. What's the matter? Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions: did it not wake you? It struck mine ear most terribly.
I heard nothing. Ant. O! 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear, To make an earthquake: sure, it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions.
Heard you this, Gonzalo ? Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, 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. There was a noise, That's verity: 'tis best we stand upon our guard, Or that we quit this place. Let's draw our weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground, and let's make further search
For my poor son.
Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! For he is, sure, i' the island.
Lead away. Exeunt. Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done :
So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.
SCENE II.-Another Part of the Island.
Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make him 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 mei' 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 mow and chatter at me And after bite me, then like hedge-hogs which 10 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! Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me For bringing wood in slowly. I'll fall flat; Perchance he will not mind me.
O! but one word.
ing; I hear it sing i' the wind: yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard 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 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. 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 thunder-bolt. 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.
Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand.
This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral.
Well, here's my comfort.
The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,
Lov'd Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery,
But none of us car'd for Kate;
For she had a tongue with a tang,
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 overblown? I hid me under the dead mooncalf's gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano! two Neapolitans 'scaped.
Ste. Prithee, do not turn me about: my stomach is not constant.
Cal. These be fine things an if they be not sprites.
She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er she did itch; That's a brave god and bears celestial liquor:
I will kneel to him.
Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang.
Cal. 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. Trin. I should know that voice. It should be but he is drowned, and these are devils. O! defend 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 him, I will help his ague. Come; Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth.
Ste. He's in his fit now and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have never drunk wine afore it will go near to remove his fit. If I can recover him and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him: he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.
Ste. How didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither? swear by this bottle how thou camest hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack which the sailors heaved overboard, 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 escapedst. Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck. I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.