bufinefs

I muft uneafy make, left too light winning

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd fa- They are both in either's powers: but this swift This is no mortal bufinefs, nor no found [ther:That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And fay, what thou feeft yond'.

Mira. What is't? a fpirit?

Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, fir,
It carries a brave form:-But 'tis a fpirit.

Pro. No, wench; it eats, and fleeps,
hath fuch fenfes

and

[Afide Make the prize light.-One word more; I charg thee,

That thou attend me: thou dost here ufurp
The name thou ow'ft not; and haft put thyfelf
Upon this ifland, 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 fech
a temple :

If the ill fpirit have fo fair an house,
Good things will ftrive to dwell with 't.

Pro. [To Ferd.] Follow me.

Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come,
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
Sea-water fhalt thou drink, thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muffels, wither'd roots, and huses
Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow

Fer. No;

I'll be his furety.

Pro. Silence: one word more

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee.-
What,

An advocate for an impoftor? hush!

3 To owe, fignifies here, as in many other places of our author's plays, to own. 2 Confute thee.

3 Timorous.

Thon

Thou think ft, there are no more fuch fhapes as Behold this maid: all corners elfe of the earth he, Let liberty make use of; space enough

Hring feen but him and Caliban: Foolish wench! Have I, in fuch a prison.

To the most of men this is a Caliban,
And they to him are angels.

Mira. My affections

Are then most humble; I have no ambition

To fee a goodlier man.

Pra Come on; obey: [To Ferdinand.] Thy nerves are in their infancy again,

And have no vigour in them.

Fer. So they are:

My ipists, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's lots, the weakness which I feel,
The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats,
To whom I am fubdu'd, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prifon once a day

Pro. It works:--Come on.

[To Ariel.] Thou haft done well, fine Ariel!Follow me.

Hark, what thou elfe fhalt do me.

Mira. Be of comfort;

My father's of a better nature, fir,

Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted,
Which now came from him.

Pro. Thou shalt be as free

As mountain winds: but then exactly do
All points of my command.

Ari. To the fyllable.

Pro. Come, follow; Speak not for him.

[Exeunt

Can ípeak like us: then, wifely, good fir, weigh delicate temperance,2
Our forrow with our comfort.

Ant. 3 Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. Ay, and a fubtle; as he most learnedly deliver'd.

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

Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a fen.
Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life.
Ant. True; fave means to live,

Seb. Of that there's none, or little.
Gon. How luth and lufty the grafs looks?
how green?

Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.
Sch. With an eye of green in 't.
Ant. He iniffes not much.

Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is, indeed,

Azt. Fie, what a spend-thrift is he of his tongue! almoft beyond credit)--
A. 1 pr'ythee, ípare.

G. Well, I have done: But yet→→→→→→ ·

Seb. He will be talking.

Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

Gun. That our garments, being, as they were, drench'd in the fea, hold notwithstanding their

A. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a frethnefs, and gloffes; being rather new dy'd, than good wager, firft begins to crow?

ftain'd with falt water.

↑ Hint is that which recals to the memory. The cause that fills our minds with grief is com 2 Temperance here means temperature. 3 In the puritanical times it was ufual to chuiten children from the titles of religious and moral virtues. 4a i. e, of a dark full colour, the oppofite to pic and faint,

Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not fay, he lies?

Seb. Ay, or very falfely pocket up his report. Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on firft in Africk, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis.

Seb. 'Twas a fweet marriage, and we profper well in our return.

Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with fuch a paragon to their queen.

Gon. Not fince widow Dido's time.

Ant. Widow? a pox o' that! How came that widow in? Widow Dido!

Seb. What if he had faid, widower Æneas too good lord, how you take it!

Adr. Widow Dido, faid you? you make me study of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gon. This Tunis, fir, was Carthage.

Adr. Carthage?

Gon. I affure you, Carthage.

your fon,

We have loft

I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have
More widows in them of this bufinefs' making,
Than we bring men to comfort them; The fault's
Your own.

Alon. So is the dearest o' the lofs.

Gon. My lord Sebastian,

The truth you speak doth lack fome gentleness,
And time to fpeak it in: you rub the fore,

Ant. His word is more than the miraculous When you should bring the plaister. harp.

Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Ant. What impoffible matter will he make eafy next?

Seb. I think, he will carry this ifland home in his pocket, and give it his fon for an apple.

Ant. And, fowing the kernels of it in the fea, bring forth more iflands.

Gon. Ay?

Int. Why, in good time.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments feem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis, at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. Ant. And the rareft that e'er came there. Seb. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Ant. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.

Seb. Very well.

Ant. And moft chirurgeonly.

Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good fir,
When you are cloudy.

Seb. Foul weather?
Ant. Very foul.

Gon. Had I the plantation of this ifle, my lord,
Ant. He'd fow 't with nettle-feed.

Seb. Or docks, or mallows.

[do?

Gon. And were the king of it, What would I
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. [ries
Gon. I' the commonwealth, I would by contra◄
Execute all things: for no kind of traffick
Would I admit; no name of magiftrate;
Letters fhould not be known; riches, poverty,
And ufe of fervice, none; contract, fucceffion,

Gon. Is not, fir, my doublet as fresh as the Bourn2, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; first day I wore it? I mean, in a fort.

Ant. That fort was well fish'd for.

No ufe of metal, corn, or wine, or oil:
No occupation; all men idle, all,

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's mar- And women too, but innocent and pure;

riage?

No fovereignty.

Seb. And yet he would be king on't.

Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.

Gon. All things in common nature should pro-
duce

Without fweat or endeavour: Treason, felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,
Of its own kind, all foizon 3, all abundance
To feed my innocent people.

Seb. No marrying 'mong his fubjects?

Ant. None, man: all idle; whores, and knaves. Gon. I would with fuch perfection govern, fir, To excel the golden age.

Seb. 'Save his majetty!
Ant. Long live Gonzalo !
Gon. And, do
you mark

Alon. Prythee, no more; thou doft talk nothing to me.

1 Or, of my reafon and natural affection. 2 A limit, a land-mark. 3 A French word fignifying plenty.

G. I do well believe your highness; and did it to maifter occafion to thefe gentlemen, who are ef och fenfible and nimble lungs, that they alufe to laugh at nothing.

'Twas you we laugh'd at.

G. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing to you; fo you may continue, and laugh nothing ftill.

t. What a blow was there given? S-5. An it had not fallen flat-long.

G. You are gentlemen of brave metal; you would lift the moon out of her fphere, if the would continue in it five weeks without changing.

Enter Ariel, playing folemn mufick.

S. We would fo, and then go a bat-fowling. At. Nay, my good lord, be not angry. Go. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my excretion fo weakly. Will you laugh me adeep, for I am very heavy?

A Go, fleep, and hear us.

Trebles thee o'er.

Seb. Well, I am standing water.
Art. I'll teach you how to flow.
Seb. Do fo: to ebb,
Hereditary floth inftructs me.
Ant. O,

If you but knew, how you the purpose cheriff,
Whilft thus you mock it! how, in ftripping it,
You more inveft it! Ebbing men, indeed,
Moft often, do fo near the bottom run,
By their own fear, or floth.

Seb. Pr'ythee, fay on:

The fetting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
A matter from thee: and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.

Ant. Thus, fir:

Although this lord of weak remembrance, this (Who fhall be of as little memory,

When he is earth'd) hath here almost persuaded, (For he's a fpirit of perfuafion, only [Gonz. Adr. Fra. &c. fleep. Profetles to perfuade) the king, his fon's alive with mine 'Tis as impoffible that he's undrown'd, [find, As he, that fleeps here, fwims.

An What, all fo foon afleep!

eyes

Would, with themfelves, fhut up my thoughts: I

They are inclin'd to do so.

Sé. Please you, fir,

Do not omit the heavy offer of it:

I feldom vifits forrow; when it doth,
Its a comforter.

A. We two, my lord,

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
Another way fo high an hope, that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
But doubts difcovery there. Will you grant, with

Will guard your perfon, while you take your reft, That Ferdinand is drown'd?

And watch your safety.

An, Thank you: Wondrous heavy-
[All fleep but Seb. and Ant.
Seb. What a ftrange drow finefs poffelles them?
A. It is the quality o' the climate.

Sce. Why

What

[more:

Seb. He's gone.

Ant. Then, tell me,

Who's the next heir of Naples?

Seb. Claribel.

[me,

[dwells

Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; the that Tea leagues beyond man's life: the that from

Naples

Can have no note, unlefs the fun were poft, [chins
(The man i' the moon's too flow) till new-born
Be rough and razorable; fhe, from whom [again;
We were all fea-fwallow'd, though fome caft
And, by that deftiny, to perform an act,

Worthy Sebaftian ?-O, what might? -No Whereof what's paft is prologue; what to come,

And yet, methinks, I fee it in thy face,

[and In yours, and my discharge.

What thou should'ft be: the occasion speaks thee;

My ftrong imagination fees a crown

Seb. What stuff is this?-How fay you? 'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis; So is the heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions

There is fome space.

Ant. A ipace, whofe every cubit

Seems to cry out, How fhall that Claribe!
Meafure us back to Naples?-Keep in Tunis,
And let Sebaftian wake!-Say, this were death
That now hath feiz'd them; why, they were no
worfe
[Naples
Than now they are: There be, that can rule
As well as he that fleeps; lords, that can prate
As amply, and unneccitarily,

As this Gonzalo; I myfelf could make

A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
The mind that I do! what a fleep were this
For your advancement? Do you understand me
Set. Methinks, I do.

* A chough is a bird of the jack-daw kind.

Ant.

Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo?

Gon. Upon my honour, fir, I heard a humming, And that a ftrange one too, which did awake me: I thak'd you, fir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, 1 faw their weapons drawn:-there was a noife, That's verity: 'Tis beft we ftand upon our guard;

Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further fearch

For my poor fon.

Gon. Heavens keep him from these beafts!
For he is, fure, i' the ifland.
Alon. Lead away.

Ant. Ay, fir; where lies that? If it were a kybe, 'Twould put me to my flipper; but I feel not This deity in my bofom: twenty confciences, That ftand 'twit me and Milan, candy'd be they, And melt, e'er they moleft. Here lies your broNo better than the earth he lies upon, If he were that which now he's like, that's dead; Whom I with this obedient steel, three inches of it, So, king, go fafely on to seek thy fon. [Excunt.

[ther,

Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink, for ay 2 might put
This ancient morfel, this fir Prudence, who

Should not upbraid our courfe. For all the reft,
They'll take fuggeftion 3, as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business that
We fay befits the hour.

Seb. Thy cafe, dear friend,

Shall be my precedent; as thou gott'st Milan,
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy fword: one ftroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'ft;
And I the king shall love thee.

Enter Ariel, with mufick and fong.
Ari. My mafter through his art forefees the
danger

That you, his friend, are in; and fends me forth
(For elfe his project dies) to keep them living.
[Sings in Gonzalo's car.
While you bere do fnoring lie,
Open-ey'd confpiracy

His time deth take:

If of life you keep a care,
Shake off flumber, and bewareș
Awake! awake!

Ari. Profpero my lord fhall know what I have done.

[Afide.

By inch-meal a difeafe! His fpirits hear me,
And yet I needs muft curfe. But they'll not pinch,
Fright me with urchin fhows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle they are fet upon me:
Sometime like apes, that moe5 and chatter at me,
And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
Their pricks at my foot-fall; fometime am I

Do hifs me into madness :-Lo! now! lo!
Enter Trinculo.

Here comes a fpirit of his; and to torment me,
For bringing wood in flowly: I'll fall flat;
Perchance he will not mind me,

Trin. Here's neither bush nor fhrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another ftorm brewing; I hear it finging i' the wind; yond' fame black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbards that would fhed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head; yond' fame cloud cannot chufe but fall by pailfuls.-What have we here? a man or a fith ? Dead or alive? A fish; he fmells like a fifh; a very ancient and fish-like fmell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John, A ftrange fish! Were I in England now, (as once I was) and had but this Seb. Whiles we stood here fecuring your repofe, fish painted, not a holiday-fool there but would Even now, we heard a hollow burit of bellowing give a piece of filver; there would this monster

Ant. Then let us both be fudden.
Gon. Now, good angels, preferve the king!
[They awake.
Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake? Why are
you drawn +?

Wherefore this ghaftly looking?

Gon. What's the matter?

Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? make a man 7; any ftrange beaft there makes a It ftrook mine ear moft terribly.

Alon. I heard nothing.

Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake! fure, it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions.

man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to fee a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loof● my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, but

Ii. e. that is, id eft. 2 For ever. 3 A hint of villany. 4 Having your fwords drawn. 5 Make mouths. • Bumbard means, in this place, a large vellel for holding drink, 7 i, c, make a man's fortune.

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