Scene I, II.

ACT III.

SCENE I-Before Prospero's cell. Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.

Fer. There be some sports are painful;

but

their labour
Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be
As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but
The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleasures: 0, she is
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed;
And he's compos'd of harshness. I must remove
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress
Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such

baseness

Had ne'er like executor. I forget:

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours;

Most busy-less, when I do it.

Enter Miranda; and Prospero at a distance.
Mira.
Alas, now! pray you,
Work not so hard: I would, the lightning had
Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile!
Pray set it down, and rest you: when this burns,
'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself:
He's safe for these three hours.

Fer.
O most dear mistress,
The sun will set, before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.

Mira.

If you'll sit down,

I'll bear your logs the while: pray give me that;
I'll carry it to the pile.

Fer.
No, precious creature:
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,
While I sit lazy by.

Mira,

It would become me
As well as it does you: and I should do it
With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
And yours against.

Pro.

Poor worm! thou art infected; This visitation shows it.

You look wearily.

Mira.
Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with

me,

When you are by at night. I do beseech you
(Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,)
What is your name?
Mira.
Miranda :-O my father,
I have broke your hest' to say so!
Fer.
Admir'd Miranda!
Indeed, the top of admiration; worth
What's dearest to the world. Full many a lady
I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear for several virtues
Have I lik'd several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd,❜
And put it to the foil: but you, O you,
So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.)

Mira.
I do not know
One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen

(1) Command. (2) Own'd. (3) Whatsoever.

Fer.

More that I may call men, than you, good friend,
And my dear father: how features are abroad,
am skill-less of; but by my modesty
(The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of: but I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
Therein forget.
I am, in my condition,
A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;
(I would, not so!) and would no more endure
This wooden slavery, than I would suffer
The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak;
The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service; there resides,
To make me slave to it; and, for your sake,
Am I this patient log-man.
Mira.
Do you love me?
Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this

sound,

And crown what I profess with kind event,
If I speak true; if hollowly, invert
What best is boded me, to mischief! I,
Beyond all limit of what else' i' the world,
Do love, prize, honour you.

Mira.

To weep at what I am glad of.
Pro.

I am a fool,

Fair encounter
Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between them!
Fer.
Wherefore weep you?
Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
What I desire to give; and much less take,
What I shall die to want: But this is trifling;
And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
I am your wife, if you will marry me;
If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow
You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,
Whether you will or no.

Ste. My man-monster hath drowned his tongue! in sack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me: I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty leagues, off and on, by this light.-Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard.

Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard.

Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster. Trin. Nor go neither: but you lie, like dogs; and yet say nothing neither.

Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.

Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy

shoe;

I'll not serve him, he is not valiant.

Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off.

Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied?
Ari. Thou liest.

Ste. Do I so? take thou that. [strikes him.] As you like this, give me the lie another time.

Trin. I did not give the lie:-Out o' your wits, and hearing too?-A pox o' your bottle! this can sack and drinking do.-A murrain on your mon ster, and the devil take your fingers!

Cal. Ha, ha, ha!

Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pr'ythee, stand further off.

Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time,
I'll beat him too.

Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster; I am in case to justle a constable: Why, thou deboshed' fish thou, was there ever man a coward, that hath I' drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish, and half a monster?

Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord?

Trin. Lord, quoth he!-that a monster should be such a natural!

Ste.
Stand further.-Come proceed.
Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him
the afternoon to sleep: there thou may'st brain
him,

Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, Or cut his weazand with thy knife: Remember, First to possess his books; for without them He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not One spirit to command: They all do hate him, Cil. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I pr'ythee. As rootedly as I: Burn but his books; Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head; He has brave utensils (for so he calls them,) if you prove a mutineer, the next tree-The poor Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal. monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indig- And that most deeply to consider, is The beauty of his daughter; he himself Calls her a nonpareil: I ne'er saw woman, But only Sycorax my dam, and she; But she as far surpasseth Sycorax, As greatest does least.

nity.

Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd
To hearken once again the suit I made thee?
Ste. Marry will I: kneel, and repeat it; I will
stand, and so shall Trinculo.

Enter Ariel, invisible.

Cal. As I told thee

Before, I am subject to a tyrant;

A sorcerer, that by his cunning hath
Cheated me of this island.

Thou liest.

Ari.
Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou:
I would my valiant master would destroy thee;
I do not lie.

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.

Trin. Why, I said nothing.

Ste. Mum then, and no more.-[To Caliban.]
Proceed.

Ca. I say, by sorcery he got this isle;
From me he got it. If thy greatness will
Revenge it on him-for, I know, thou dar'st;
But this thing dare not.

Ste. That's most certain.

Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Ste. How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party?

Cal. Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him thee asleep,
Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head.
Ari. Thou liest, thou canst not.

Cal. What a pied ninny's this! Thou scurvy
patch!-

I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows,
And take his bottle from him: when that's gone,
He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not show
Where the quick freshes are.

[him

Ste. Trineulo, run into no further danger; interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fish of thee.

Debauched.

Alluding to Trinculo's party-coloured dress.

Scene III.

Cal. Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt

not.

Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will ham about mine ears; and sometimes voices,
That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds, methought, would open, and show
riches

Ready to drop upon me; that, when I wak'd,
I cry'd to dream again.

Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me,
where I shall have my music for nothing.
Cal. When Prospero is destroyed.

Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the

story.

Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow it, and after, do our work.

Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow.-I would, I could see this taborer: he lays it on.

Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano.

[Exeunt.

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(For, certes, these are people of the island,)
Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet note,
Their manners are more gentle-kind, than of
Our human generation you shall find
Many, nay, almost any.
Honest lord,
Pro.
Thou hast said well; for some of you there present,
[Aside.
Are worse than devils.
Alon.
I cannot too much muse,
Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, ex-
pressing
(Although they want the use of tongue,) a kind
Of excellent dumb discourse.
Praise in departing.
Pro.

[Aside. No matter, since They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.

Fran. They vanish'd strangely.
Seb.

Will't please you taste of what is here?
Alon.

Not I. Gon. Faith, Sir, you need not fear: When we were boys,

En-Who would believe that there were mountaineers,
Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging

SCENE III Another part of the Island.
ler Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian,
Francisco, and others.

Gon. By'r lakin,' I can go no further, sir;
My old bones ache: here's a maze trod, indeed,
Through forth-rights, and meanders! by your pa-
tience,

1 needs must rest me.
Alon
Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
Who am myself attach'd with weariness,
To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest.
Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it
No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd,
Whom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocks
Our frustrate search on land: Well, let him go.
Ant. I am right glad that he's so out of hope.
[Aside to Sebastian.
Donot, for one repulse, forego the purpose
Thit you resolv'd to effect.
The next advantage

S.5.

Will we take thoroughly.

Ant.

Let it be to-night;

For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they
Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance,
A when they are fresh.
S:b.

I say, to-night: no more.

at them

Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men,
Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we
find,

Each putter-out on five for one, will bring us
Good warrant of.

Alon.

I will stand to, and feed,
Although my last: no matter, since I feel
The best is past:-Brother, my lord the duke,
Stand too, and do as we.

Thunder and lightning. Enter Ariel like a har
py: claps his wings upon the table, and with a
quaint device, the banquet vanishes.

Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny (That hath to instrument this lower world, And what is in't,) the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up; and on this island Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; [Seeing Alon. Seb. &c. draw their swords. And even with such like valour, men hang and drown

Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate; the elements Semn and strange music; and Prospero above, Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bring-Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs ing in a banquet; they dance about it with gen- Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish the actions of salutation; and inviting the king, &c. to eat, they depart.

One dowles that's in my plume; my fellow-ministers Are like invulnerable: if you could hurt, Your swords are now too massy for your strengths, Ton. What harmony is this? my good friends, And will not be uplifted: But, remember hark!

Gon, Marvellous sweet music!

Aon. Give us kind keepers, heavens!-What
were these?

Seb. A living drollery: Now I will believe,
That there are unicorns; that in Arabia
There is one tree, the phoenix' throne; one phoenix
At this hour reigning there.
Art.
I'll believe both:
And what does else want credit, come to me,
And I'll be sworn 'tis true: Travellers ne'er did lie,
Though fools at home condemn them.
Gon.

If in Naples
I should report this now, would they believe me?
If I should say I saw such islanders

(1) Our lady. (2) Show, (3) Certainly.

(For that's my business to you,) that you three
From Milan did supplant good Prospero;
Expos'd unto the sea, which hath requit it,
Him, and his innocent child; for which foul deed
The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
Incens'd the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
Arainst your peace: Thee, of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft: and do pronounce by me,
Lingering perdition (worse than any death
Can be at once) shall step by step attend
You, and your ways; whose wrath to guard you

from

(Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads,) is nothing, but heart's sorrow. (5) Down

(4) Wonder.

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 eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck'd.

Mira.

Milan

Alack, for mercy!

Pro.

Come on; obey:
[To Ferd.
Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
And have no vigour in them.

Fer.

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, 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 control 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 Have I in such a prison. Pro.

[Aside.

They have chang'd eyes:-Delicate Ariel,
I'll set thee free for this! -A word, good sir;
I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This
Is the third man that ere I saw; the first
That ere I sigh'd for: pity move my father
To be inclin'd my way!

Fer.

O, if a virgin,

And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The queen of Naples.
Pro.

Soft, sir; one word more. They are both in either's powers: but this swift business

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [Aside.
Make the prize light. One word more; I charge

thee,

That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
The name thou ow'st not: and hast put thyself
Upon this island, as a spy, to win it

From me, the lord on't.

Fer.

No, as I am a man.

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a

temple:

If the ill spirit have so fair a house,

Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

Pro,

Follow me.- [To Ferd.

Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come,
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:

Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks,
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

(So have we all) of joy; for our escape

Is much beyond our loss: our hint of wo
Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,

The masters of some merchant, and the merchant,
Have just our theme of wo: 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.
Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.

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

Seb.

A dollar.

Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have

spoken truer than you proposed.

Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant

you should.

Gon. Therefore, my lord,

Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!
Alon. I pr'ythee, spare.

Gon. Well, I have done: but yet

Seb. He will be talking.

Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good

wager, first begins to crow?

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,

Alon. You cram these words into mine ears,

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, - The stomach of my sense: 'would I had never

Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

Ant. So, you've pay'd.

against

Seb. Yet,

der. Yet

Ant. He could not miss it.

Married my daughter there! for, coming thence,
My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,
Who is so far from Italy remov'd,

Air. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir

delicate temperance.1

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered.

dir. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.

dat. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life.

Int. True; save means to live.

Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

Of Napies and of Milan, what strange tsh
Hath made his meal on thee!

Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke

As stooping to relieve him. I not doubt,
He came alive to land.

Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd green!

dat. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

Seb. With an eye of green in't.

Ant. He misses not much.

Sth. 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 sav, He lies?

Seb. Av, 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 marrave 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 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.
Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.

Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy

next?

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis, at the marringe of your daughter, who is now queen.

Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there.

Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.

Ant. 0, widow Dido; av, widow Dido.

That would not bless our Europe with your daugh

ter,

But rather lose her to an African;
Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye,
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
Alon.
Pr'ythee, peace.

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, at
Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost

Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do?
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.

Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by contraries

Execute all things: for no kind of traffic
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters should not be known; no use of service,
Of riches or of poverty; no contracts,
Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none,
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil:

No occupation; all men idle, all;

And women too; but innocent and pure:
No sovereignty:-

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. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?

(1) Temperature. (2) Rank. (3) Shade of colour.

Gon. All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,

(4) Degrec or quality. (5) The rack.