6 Fer. So they are: My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. It works. Come on.Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-Follow me.— [To FERD. and MIR. [To ARIEL. Be of comfort. Hark, what thou else shalt do me. My father's of a better nature, sir, Pro. Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds; but then, exactly do All points of my command. Ari. To the syllable. Pro. Come, follow.-Speak not for him. [Exeunt. ACT II. 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 (So have we all) of joy, for our escape Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe Is common every day, some sailor's wife, The master of some merchant, and the merchant, Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle, I mean our preservation, few in millions Can speak like us: then, wisely, good sir, weigh Our sorrow with our comfort. Alon. Pr'ythee, peace. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Seb. Look; he's winding up the watch of his wit: by and by it will strike. Gon. Sir, Seb. One-tell. Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd, Comes to the entertainer Ant. He could not miss it. Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance. 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. Seb. Of that there's none, or little. Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green! Ant. He misses not much. in't. 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 dyed, 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. 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 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. 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; ay, widow Dido. Seb. Ant. Foul weather? Very foul. And women too, but innocent and pure. Seb. 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 Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, 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? The stomach of my sense. Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Who is so far from Italy remov'd, I ne'er again shall see her. O thou, mine heir Fran. Sir, he may live. To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherwise By all of us; and the fair soul herself Weigh'd between lothness and obedience, as Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! Gon. And, do you mark me, sir?Alon. Pr'ythee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me. 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. 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 above invisible, playing solemn music. 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 Which end o' the beam should bow. We have lost Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find, your son, I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have More widows in them, of this business' making, They are inclined to do so. Seb. It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, We two, my lord, Ant. Alon. Thank you. Wondrous heavy.-[ALONZO sleeps. Seb. Why Doth it not, then, our eye-lids sink? I find not Myself disposed to sleep. Ant. What! art thou waking? I do; and, surely, Noble Sebastian, Ant. 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 Seb. Well; I am standing water. Ant. I'll teach you how to flow. Seb. Hereditary sloth instructs me. Ant. O! Do so to ebb If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, 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. Thus, sir. Ant. 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. Seb. I have no hope That he's undrown'd. Ant. O! out of that no hope, What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is (The man i' the moon's too slow) till new-born chins Be rough and razorable; she, for whom We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again; Ant. Seems to cry out, "How shall that Claribel But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with me, That Ferdinand is drown'd? Seb. Ant. He's gone. Claribel. Who's the next heir of Naples? As this Gonzalo; I myself could make 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, I remember, And look how well my garments sit upon me; Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe, If he were that which now he's like, that's dead, Seb. Draw together; Seb. O! but one word. [They converse apart. Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no drawn? other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with Wherefore thus ghastly looking? strange bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the drench of the storm be past. Gon. Alon. For my poor son. Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts, For he is, sure, i' the island. Alon. Lead away. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Another part of the Island. Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any 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. Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, She lov'd not the savour of tar, nor of pitch, This is a scurvy tune too; but here's my comfort. [Drinks. 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 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: O! 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 give him some relief, if it be but for that: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a 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. 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. 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. [CALIBAN drinks. 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. 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, indeed! 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 thunder-stroke. ---But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? Stephano! two Neapolitans 'scaped? O Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about: my stomach is not constant. Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. Ste. How didst thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. 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. [Kneels. 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? 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, and thy dog, and thy bush. Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents. Swear. Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster:-I afeard of him?-a very weak monster.-The man i' the moon!-a most poor credulous monster.Well drawn, monster, in good sooth. Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the island; and I will 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. [CALIBAN lies down. Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppyheaded monster. A most scurvy monster: I could find in my heart to beat him,— Ste. Come, kiss. Trin. But that the poor monster's in drink. An abominable monster! Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. Trin. A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard! Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; Ste. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without any more talking.-Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned, 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. Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish; Has a new master-Get a new man. Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom! heyday, 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, and their Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO behind. Is hard at study; pray now rest yourself: Fer. O, most dear mistress! Mira. Fer. If you'll sit down, No, precious creature: I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Mira. It would become me Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected; This visitation shows it. [Aside. Mira. You look wearily. Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me, Mira. Miranda. O my father! [To herself. I have broke your hest to say so. |