Side-stiches, that shall pen thy breath up; urchins1 Cal. I must eat my dinner. Water with berries in't; and teach me how Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms Pro. Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness; I have us'd thee, Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done! Pro. Abhorred slave; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, race, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou As we have, such: this gallant which thou seest A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, I might call him Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Cal. No, 'pray thee! I must obey: his art is of such power, Pro. [Aside. So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban. Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing; ARIEL'S SONG. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: It goes on, Pro. Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders Alack, for mercy! Thy nerves are in their infancy again, So they are. My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, Milan And his brave son, being twain. [Aside. They have chang'd eyes :-Delicate Ariel, Fer. And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you I must uneasy make, lest too light winning[Aside. thee, That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp From me, the lord on't. Fer. No, as I am a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such temple: a If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Fer. I will resist such entertainment, till No; [He draws. Mira. Pro. conscience Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward;3 Mira. Beseech you, father! I'll be his surety. Sir, have pity; Silence: one word more Pro. Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes as he, Mira. My affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Alon. Seb. The old cock. Ant. The cockrel. Seb. Done: the wager? Ant. A laughter. Seb. A match. Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,-. Seb. Ha, ha, ha! Ant. So, you've pay'd. Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, against Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,- The stomach of my sense: 'would I had never Seb. Yet, Adr. Yet Ant. He could not miss it. delicate temperance.1 Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered. Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. head Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd green! Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. Seb. With an eye3 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 grac'd before with such paragon to their queen. a 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 Æneas 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 next? 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 sea, bring forth more islands. Gon. Ay? Ant. Why, in good time. 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. O, widow Dido; widow Dido. As stooping to relieve him. I not doubt, Ant. And most chirurgeonly. Seb. Foul weather? Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first gets the beginning. day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.4 Ant. That sort was well fish'd for. Gon. All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, (1) Temperature. (2) Rank. (3) Shade of colour. (4) Degree or quality. (5) The rack. Seb. Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Whiles thou art waking. Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects? Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves. 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, Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, Trebles thee o'er. 'Save his majesty! Ant. Long live Gonzalo! Seb. Do so: to ebb And, do you mark me, sir?-Hereditary sloth instructs me. Alon. Pr'ythee, no more: Thou dost talk noAnt. 0, thing to me. If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always Most often do so near the bottom run, use to laugh at nothing. By their own fear, or sloth. Seb. Pr'ythee, 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. '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: I find, They are inclined to do so. Please you, sir, We two, my lord, Ant. What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee; My strong imagination sees a crown What, art thou waking? I do; and, surely, Ant. Ant. Ant. O, out of that no hope, me, That Ferdinand is drown'd? Will you grant, with He's gone. Claribel. Who's the next heir of Naples ? Šeb. Ant. worse Than now they are: there be, that can rule Na- As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate As this Gonzalo; I myself could make (1) Plenty. (2) A bird of the jack-daw kind. And look, how well my garments sit upon me; Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done: [Aside. SCENE II.-Another part of the Island. Enter Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kibe, So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt. "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, Seb. Thy case, dear friend, Ant. Draw together: O, but one word. That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth, While you here do snoring lie, His time doth take: If of life you keep a care, thunder heard. 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, Enter Trinculo. Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that 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 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 wake. they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my 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. Awake! awake! Ant. Then let us both be sudden. Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king! Alon. Alon. And that a strange one too, which did awake me: troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no Enter Stephano, singing; a bottle in his hand. This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: (4) A black jack of leather, to hold beer. |