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Was dukecom large enough; of temporal royalties || From my own library, with volumes that
'Would I might To give him annual tribute, do hirn homage; But ever see that man ! Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
Now I arise :-
Here in this island we arriv'd ; and here
O the heavens! Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. If this might be a brother.
Mira. Heavens thank you fort! And now, I Mira. I should sin
pray you, sir, To think but nobly of my grandmother: (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason Good wombs have borne bad sons.
For raising this sea-storm?
Know thus far forth.-This king of Naples, being an enemy
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
A most auspicious star; whose influence
And give it way ;-I know thou canst not choose. The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
(Miranda sleeps. The ministers for the purpose hurried thence Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Me, and thy crying self.
Approach, my Ariel; come. Mira.
Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Enter Ariel. Will cry it o'er again ; it is a hints,
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I That wrings mine eyes. Pro.
Hear a little further, To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
Ariel, and all his quality.
Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Pro.
Well demanded, wench; Ari. To every article. My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst||I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, not ;
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set I flam'd amazement: sometimes, I'd divide, A mark so bloody on the business ; but
And burn in many places; on the top-mast, With colours fairer painted their foul ends. The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly; In few, they hurried us aboard a bark ;
Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the preBore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd A rotten carcase of a boat, not rigg'd,
O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
And sight-outrunning were not : the fire, and cracks Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble; To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Yea, his dread trident shake. Did us but loving wrong.
My brave spirit! Mira.
Alack! what trouble Who was so firm, so constant, that this coili
Would not infect his reason?
Not a soul
Some tricks of desperation : all, but mariners, When I have deck'd' the sea with drops full salt; Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Under my burden groan'd; which rais’d in me Then all a-fre with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, An undergoing stomach, to bear up
With hair upstaring (then like reeds, not hair,) Against what should ensue.
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, Mira.
How came we ashore? || And all the devils are here. Pro. By Providence divine.
Why, that's my spirit! Some food we had, and some fresh water, that But was not this nigh shore? A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Close by, my master. Out of his charity (who being then appointed Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Master of this design,) did give us, with
Not a hair perish'd ; Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentle-But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle: Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, The king's son have I landed by himself; (1) Thirsty. (2) Consideration. (3) Suggestion. (6) The minutest article. (7) Bustle, tumult. (4) Sprinkled.' (5) Stubborn resolution,
Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders || Pro.
Come on; obey:
So they are: Mira.
Alack, for mercy! 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,
The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, And his brave son, being twain.
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Pro.
The duke of Milan, Might I but through my prison, once a day, And his more braver daughter, could controll thee, Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth If now it were fit to do't.-At the first sight Let liberty make use of; space enough
(Aside. || Have I in such a prison. They have chang'd eyes :--Delicate Ariel,
It works :-Come on.-
(To Ferd. and Mira. Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This|| Hark, what thou else shalt do me. (To Ariel. Is the third man that ere I saw; the first
Be of comfort,
Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted,
Which now came from him.
Thou shalt be as free The queen of Naples.
As mountain winds : but then exactly do Pro.
Soft, sir; one word more.- All points of my command. They are both in either's powers: but this swift Ari.
To the syllable.
Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. (Exeunt.
SCENE I.--Another part of the island. Enter
Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, temple :
Francisco, and others.
Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have
Follow me.- (To Ferd. (So have we all) of joy; for our escape
Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,
I mean our preservation, few in millions
Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh I will resist such entertainment, till
Our sorrow with our comfort.
O dear father, Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Make not too rash a trial of him, for
Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. He's gentle, and not fearful.2
Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit;
What, I say, by and by it will strike.
Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd,
A dollar. And make thy weapon drop.
Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have
Beseech you, father! I spoken truer than you proposed.
Sir, have pity; || should.
Gon. Therefore, my lord, -
Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue !
Gon. Well, I have done : but yet-
wager, first begins to crow? And they to him are angels.
Seb. The old cock.
My affections Ant. The cockrel.
Ant. A laughter.
Seb. A match. (1) Confute. (2) Frightful. (3) Guard. Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,-
Seb. Ha, ha, ha!
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, Ant. So, you've pay'd.
against Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, The stomach of my sense : 'would I had never Seb. Yet,
Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Adr. Yet
My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, Ant. He could not miss it.
Who is so far from Italy remov'd,
Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Sir, he may live; livered.
I saw him beat the surges under him, Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. || And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen. The surge most swoln that met him: his bold Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life.
head Ant. True; save means to live.
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Seb. Of that there's none, or little.
Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Gon. How lush? and lusty the grass looks! how To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd green!
As stooping to relieve him. I not doubt, Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.
He came alive to land. Seb. With an eyes of green in't.
No, no, he's gone. Ant. He misses not much.
Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is, indeed, al- || That would not bless our Europe with your daughmost beyond credit)
ter, Seh. As many vouch'd rarities are.
But rather lose her to an African; Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, than Alon.
Prythee, peace. stain'd with salt water.
Seb. You were kneeld to, and importun'd othAnt. If but one of his pockets could speak, would
erwise it not say, He lies?
By all of us ; and the fair soul herself Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage your son, of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have Tunis.
More widows in them of this business' making, Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault's well in our return.
Your own. Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with such a Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. paragon to their queen.
My lord Sebastian, Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.
The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, Ant. Widow ? a pox o' that! how came that | And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, widow in? Widow Dido!
When you should bring the plaster. Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? Seb.
Very well. good lord, how you take it!
Ant. And most chirurgeonly. Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. When you are cloudy. Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
Foul weather? Adr. Carthage?
Very foul. Gon. I assure you, Carthage.
Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord,Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed. Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Seb.
Or docks, or mallows. Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do? next?
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his Gon. I'the commonwealth I would by contraries pocket, and give it his son for an apple.
Execute all things: for no kind of traffic Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, || Would I admit; no name of magistrate; bring forth more islands.
Letters should not be known; no use of service, Gon. Ay?
Of riches or of poverty; no contracts, Ant. Why, in good time.
Successions ; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none: Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil: seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis, at the No occupation; all men idle, all; marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. And women too; but innocent and pure: Ant. And the rarest that c'er came there. No sovereignty :Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
And yet he would be king on't. Ant. O, widow Dido ; ay, widow Dido.
Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth for Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first gets the beginning: day I wore it?' I mean, in a sort.
Gon. All things in common nature should produce Ant. That sort was weli fish'd for.
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.
Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, | Whiles thou art waking.
Thou dost snore distinctly; To feed my innocent people.
There's meaning in thy snores. Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects ?
Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves. Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, || Trebles thee o'er. To excel the golden age.
Well; I am standing water. Seb.
'Save his majesty! Ant. I'll teach you how to flow. Ant. Long live Gonzalo!
Do so: to ebb, Gan
And, do you mark me, sir?--Hereditary sloth instructs me. Alon. Prythee, no more: Thou dost talk no- Ant.
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. Ant. 'T'was you we laugh'd at.
Pr'ythee, say on : Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim nothing to you; so you may continue, and laugh at A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, nothing still.
Which throes thee much to yield. Ant. What a blow was there given :
Thus, sir: Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.
Although this lord of weak remembrance, this Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you (Who shall be of as little memory, would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would || When he is earth'd,) hath bere almost persuaded continue in it five weeks without changing. (For he's a spirit of persuasion only)
The king, his son's alive; 'tis as impossible Enter Ariel, invisible, playing solemn music.
That be's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here swims. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Seb. I have no hope Ant. Nay,
good my lord, be not angry. That he's undrown'd. Gon. No, I warrant you : I will not adventure Ant.
0, out of that no hope, my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, What great hope bave you! no hope, that way, is for I am very heavy?
Another way so high a hope, that even Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, Au sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant. But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
me, Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: That Ferdinand is drown'd? find,
Seb. They are inclined to do so.
Then, tell me, Seb.
Please you, sir, Who's the next heir of Naples ? Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
Claribel. It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells It is a comforter.
Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples Ant. We two, my lord,
Can bave no note, unless the sun were post, Will guard your person, while you take your rest, | (The man i' the moon's too slow,)till new-born chins And watch your safety.
Be rough and razorable : sbe, from whom Alon.
Thank you : wondrous heavy. We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again;
(Alonso sleeps. Erit Ariel. || And, by that, destin'd to perform an act, Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.
In yours and my discharge. Seb.
Why Seb. What stuff is this?—How say you? Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I fina not l'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis; Myself dispos'd to sleep.
So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions Ant.
Nor I; my spirits are nimble. There is some space. They fell together all, as by consent;
A space whose every cubit They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, || Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel Worthy Sebastian? –0, what might?-No more :-||Measure us back to Naples ?—Keep in Tunis, And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,
And let Sebastian wake-Say, this were death What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee; That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no
and My strong imagination sees a crown
Than now they are: there be, that can rule Na. Dropping upon thy head.
What, art thou waking? | As well as he that sleeps ; lords, that can prate Ant. Do you not hear me speak?
As amply, and unnecessarily, Seb.
I do; and, surely, || As this Gonzalo; I myself could make It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st A chough? of as deep chat. O, that you bore Out of thy sleep: what is it thou didst say? The mind that I do! what a sleep were this This is a strange repose, to be asleep
For your advancement! Do you understand me?' With eyes wide open ; standing, speaking, moving, Seb. Methinks I do. And yet so fast asleep.
And how does your content Ant.
Noble Sebastian, Tender your own good fortune ? Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die rather; wink'st Scb.
(2) A bird of the jack-daw kind.
You did supplant your brother Prospero. |For my poor son.
True : Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts!
Lead away, Were then my fellows, now they are my men. Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have Seb. But, for your conscience
(Aside. 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, SCENE II.-- Another part of the Island. EnThat stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they, ter Caliban, with a burden of wood. A noise And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, of thunder heard. No better than the earth he lies upon,
Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up If he were that which now he's like; whom I, With this obedient steel, three inches of it,
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make
him Can lay to bed forever: whiles you, doing thus,
By incb-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, To the perpetual wink for ayel might put
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest, Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark,
Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire, They'll take suggestion,2 as a cat laps milk; They'll tell the clock to any business that
Out of my way, unless he bid them; but
For every trifle are they set upon me : We say befits the bour.
Sometimes like apes, that moes and chatter at me, Seb.
Thy case, dear friend, And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan, I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am I
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay’st;| All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues, And I the king shall love thee. Ant.
Draw together :
Do hiss me into madness :-Lo! now! lo!
Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, (They converse apart. For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall fat ;
Perchance he will not mind me.
Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off Ari. My master through his art foresees the lany weather at all, and another storm brewing; I
hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, danger That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth, || would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it
yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that (For else his project dies,) to keep them living.
did before, I know not where to hide my head: (Sings in Gonzalo's ear. | yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pail. While you here do snoring lie,
fuls.-What have we here? a man or a fish? Open-ey'd Conspiracy
Dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a His time doth take :
very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of If of life you keep a care,
the newest, Poor John. A strange fish! Were I Shake off slumber, and beware:
in England now (as once I was,) and had this fish Awake! awake!
painted, not a holiday-fool there but would give a Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
piece of silver: there would this monster make a Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king!
man; any strange beast there makes a man: when
They wake. they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, Alon. Why, how now, bo ! awake! Why are you like a man and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my
they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd drawn?
troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no Wherefore this ghastly looking? Gon.
What's the matter?
longer; this is no fish, but an islander, that hath Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, || the storm is come again: my best way is to creep
lately suffered by a thunderbolt. (Thunder.) Alas! Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions ; did it not wake you?
under his gaberdine;5 there is no other shelter It struck mine ear most terribly.
hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange
bed-fellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of
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: And that a strange one too, which did awake me : Well, here's my comfort.
(Drinks. I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd,|| The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, I saw their weapons drawn :-there was a noise,
The gunner, and his mate, That's verity: 'best stand upon our guard ; Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. But none of us card for Kate : Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make fur- For she had a tongue with a tang, ther search
Would cry to a sailor, Go, bang : (1) Ever. (2) Any hint.
(4) A black jack of leather, to hold beer Make mouths.
5) The frock of a peasant.
I heard nothing. I the storm be past.