cramps, S de-stiches, that shall pen thy breath up; urchins' Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as noney-combs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them. Cal. Water with berries in't; and teach me how Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! 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 In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child. Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. 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 hour One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known: But thy vile race, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Fill all thy bones with aches: make thee roar, That beasts shall tremble at thy din. Cal. No, 'pray thee! I must obey: his art is of such power, It would control my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him. Pro. [Aside. So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban. Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing; Ferdinand following him. ARIEL'S SONG. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: The strain of strutting chanticlere, Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, o! It goes on, I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. Pro. [Aside. As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this. Fer. Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe my prayer May know, if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction give, How I may bear me here: my prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder If you be maid, or no? Mira. But, certainly a maid. Fer. No wonder, sir; My language? heavens How! the best? I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken. Pro. What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee 7 (1) Fairies. (2) Destroy. (3) Still, silent. (4) Owns. Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples: he does hear me ; And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; Who with mine cycs, ne'er since at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck'd. Mira. 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 The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, Pro. It works:-Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-Follow me.- My father's of a better nature, sir, Pro. To the syllable. Ari. 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. 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 Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Seb. Of that there's none, or little. Fran. Sir, he may live; 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Gon. How lush2 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 eye 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. Int. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say, He lies? Seb. Av, or very falsely pocket up his report. Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh s 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 a aragon to their queen. Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. ut. Widow? a pox o' that! how came that low in Widow Dido! S.. What if he had said, widower Eneas too? dr. Via Dido, said you? you make me Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his pcket, and give it his son for an apple. As stooping to relieve him. I not doubt, Ant. And most chirurgeonly. Seb. Foul weather? Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Would I admit; no name of magistrate; 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. Letters should not be known; no use of service, 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? 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, Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves. 'Save his majesty! Ant. Long live Gonzalo! Gon. Seb. 0, Do so: to ctv And, do you mark me, sir?-Hereditary sloth instructs me. Alon. Pr'ythee, no more: Thou dost talk noAnt. 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. 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. Please you, sir, Ant. We two, my lord, Pr'ythee, say on Ant. Ant. me, He's gone. Claribel. Who's the next heir of Naples? Will guard your person, while you take your rest, What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee;| My strong imagination sees a crown What, art thou waking? Ant, Noble Sebastian, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die rather; wink'st Seb. 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; Seb. But, for your conscience Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kibe, If he were that which now he's like; whom I, Seb. Thy case, dear friend, Draw together: O, but one word. That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth, While you here do snoring lie, Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done: [Aside. So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt. SCENE II. Another part of the Island. Enter A noise of Caliban, with a burden of wood. 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, Perchance he will not mind me. any Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, weather at all, and another storm brewing; I 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 His time doth take: If of life you keep a care, Awake! awake! Ant. Then let us both be sudden. Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king! drawn? 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 The master, the swabber, the boastswain, and I, The gunner, and his mate, Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, (4) A black jack of leather, to hold beer. |