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and now,

Exactly is perform’d; but there's more work: (Save for the son that she did litter here,
What is the time oʻthe day?

A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with Ari. Past the mid season.

A human shape.
Pro. At least two glasses : The time 'twixt six Ari. Yes; Caliban, her son.

Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,
Must by us both be spent most preciously. Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give What torment I did find thee in: thy groans
me pains,

Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment Which is not yet perform’d me.

To lay upon the damn’d, which Sycorax Pro. How now? moody?

Could not again undo; it was mine art, What is’t thou can'st demand ?

When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape Ari. My liberty.

The pine, and let thee out. Pro. Before the time be out? no more.

Ari. I thank thee, master. Ari. I pray thee,

Pro. If thou more murmur’st, I will rend an oak, Remember, I have done thee worthy service; And

peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Without or grudge, or grumblings : thou did'st Ari. Pardon, master : promise

I will be correspondent to command, To bate me a full year.

And do my spiriting gently. Pro. Dost thou forget

Pro. Do so; and after two days From what a torment I did free thee?

I will discharge thee. Ari. No.

Ari. That's my noble master ! Pro. Thou dost: and think'st

What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o'the sea ; To run upon the sharp wind of the north ; Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible To do me business in the veins o' the earth, To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, When it is bak'd with frost.

And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.Ari. I do not, sir.

[Exit Ariel Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well: forgot

The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age, and envy, Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? Heaviness on me.
Ari. No, sir.

Pro. Shake it off: Come on;
Pro. Thou hast: Where was she born ? speak; We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never

Yields us kind answer.
Ari. Sir, in Argier.

Mira. 'Tis a villain, sir, Pro. 0, was she so? I must,

I do not love to look on. Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Pro. But, as 'tis, Which thou forget’st. This damn'd witch, Sy- We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, corax,

Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible That profit us.—What ho! slave! Caliban ! To enter human hearing, from Argier,

Thou earth, thou! speak. Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. did,

Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business They would not take her life: Is not this true? for thee: Ari. Ay, sir.

Come forth, thou tortoise ! when ?-
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought
with child,

Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph.
And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, Fine apparition ! My quaint Ariel,
As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant: Hark in thine ear.
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate

Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Erit. To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,

himself By help of her more potent ministers,

Upon thy wicked dam, come forth !
And in her most unmitigable rage,

Into a cloven pine ; within which rift
Imprison'd, thou did'st painfully remain

Cal. As wicked dew as e’er my mother brush'd
A dozen years; within which space she died, With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,

And blister you all o'er ! As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this is- Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have land,


tell me.

Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Pro. So, slave, hence ! [Erit Caliban.
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing and singing;
As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging

FERDINAND following him.
Than bees that made them..
Cal. I must eat my dinner.

This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak’st from me. When thou cam'st Come unto to these yellow sands,

And then take hands :
Thou strok’dst me, and mad’st much of me; Curt' sied when you have, and kiss'd,
would'st give me

(The wild waves whist,) Water with berries in't; and teach me how

Foot it featly here and there; To name the bigger light, and how the less,

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd

Hark, Hark! thee,

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. [Dispersedly. And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,

The watch-dogs bark: The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. [Dispersedly. fertile;

Hark, Hark! hear Curs'd be I that did so!-All the charms

The strain of strutting chanticlere Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you !

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king: and here you sty Fer. Where should this musick be? i' the air, me

or the earth? In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me

It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon The rest of the island.

Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Pro. Thou most lying slave,

Weeping again the king my father's wreck, Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have This musick crept by me upon the waters; us'd thee,

Allaying both their fury, and my passion, Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg’a With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, thee

Or it hath drawn me rather: But 'tis gone.
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate No, it begins again.
The honour of my child.

• ARIEL sings.
Cal. O ho, o ho!-'would it had been done!
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else

Full fathom five thy father lies; This isle with Calibans.

Of his bones are coral made ; Pro. Abhorred slave;

Those are pearls that were his eyes: Which any print of goodness will not take,

Nothing of him that doth fade, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,

But doth suffer a sea-change Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each Into something rich and strange. hour

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. Know thine own meaning, but would’st gabble like

[Burden, ding-dong. A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known: But thy vile Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'a farace,

ther :Though thou didst learn, had that in't, which This is no mortal business, nor no sound good natures

That the earth owes :- I hear it now above me. Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, Deservedly confin'd into this rock,

And say, what thou seest yond'.
Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.

Mira. What is't? a spirit?
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
Is, I know how to curse: The red plague rid you, It carries a brave form :-But 'tis a spirit.
For learning me your language !

Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath Pro. Hag-seed, hence !

such senses Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, To answer other business. Shrug’st thou, malice? Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly

With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps ; call him Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar, A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows, That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

And strays about to find them.
Cal. No, pray thee! -

Mira. I might call him
I must obey: his art is of such power, [Aside. A thing divine ; for nothing natural
It would controul my dam’s god, Setebos, I ever saw so noble.
And make a vassal of him.

Pro. It goes on,


As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll, I'll manacle thy neck and feet together: free thee

Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be Within two days for this.

The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and Fer. Most sure, the goddess

On whom these airs attend !-Vouchsafe, my Wherein the acorn cradled : Follow.

Fer. No;
May know, if you remain upon this island; I will resist such entertainment, till
And that you will some good instruction give, Mine enemy has more power.

[He draws.
How I may bear me here: My prime request, Mira. 0, dear father,
Which I do last pronounce, is, o you wonder ! Make not too rash a trial of him, for
If you be made, or no?

He's gentle, and not fearful. Mira. No wonder, sir;

Pro. What, I say, But certainly a maid.

My foot my tutor -Put thy sword up, traitor; Fer. My language ! heavens !

Who mak'st a shew, but dar’st not strike, thy I am the best of them that speak this speech,

conscience Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; Pro. How ! the best?

For I can here disarm thee with this stick, What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? And make thy weapon drop.

Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders Mira. Beseech you, father!
To hear thee speak of Naples : He does hear me; Pro. Hence ! hang not on my garments.
And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples;

Mira. Sir, have pity;
Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld

I'll be his surety. The king my father wreck’d.

Pro. Silence: one word more Mira. Alack, for mercy!

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke An advocate for an impostor? hush! of Milan,

Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes as And his brave son, being twain.

he, Pro. The duke of Milan,

Having seen but him and Caliban : Foolish And his more braver daughter, could control thee, wench! If now 'twere fit to do't:

-At the first sight To the most of men this is a Caliban,

[ Aside. And they to him are angels. They have chang'd eyes :--Delicate Ariel, Mira. My affections I'll set thee free for this !-A word, good sir; Are then most humble; I have no ambition I fear you have done yourself some wrong: A To see a goodlier man. word.

Pro. Come on; obey :

[To Ferd. Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? Thy nerves are in their infancy again, This

And have no vigour in them. Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first

Fer. So they are: That e'er I sigh’d for : ity move my father,

pity To be inclin'd my way!

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.

My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, Per. O, if a virgin,

The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, The queen of Naples.

Might I but through my prison once a day Pro. Soft, sir; one word more.

Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth They are both in either's powers: but this swift Let liberty make use of; space enough business

Have I in such a prison.
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Pro. It works :--Come on. -

[Aside. Thoù hast done well, fine Ariel ! -Follow me.Make the prize light.-One word more, I charge

[To Ferd. and Mir. thee,

Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To Ariel. That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp Mira. Be of comfort; The name thou ow’st not; and hast put thyself My father's of a better nature, sir, Upon this island, as a spy, to win it

Than he appears hy speech; this is unwonted, From me, the lord on't.

Which now came from him. Fer. No, as I am a man.

Pro. Thou shalt be as free Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such as mountain winds: but then exactly do a temple :

All points of my command. If the ill spirit have so fair an house,

Ari. To the syllable. Good things will strive to dwell with't.

Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. Pro. Follow me. [T. Ferd.

[Ereunt. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. ---Come.




how green

Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. SCENE I.-Another part of the Island. Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZA

Ant. True; save means to live. LO, ADRIAN, Francisco, and others.

Seb. Of that there's none, or little. Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks ?

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

Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. Is much beyond our loss : Our hint of woe

Seb. With an eye

of green

in't. Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, Ant. He misses not much. The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth toHave just our theme of woe: but for the miracle, tally. I mean our preservation, few in millions

Ġon. But the rarity of it is, (which is indeed Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh almost beyond credit) — Our sorrow with our comfort.

Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are. Alon. Pr’ythee, peace.

Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. freshness, and glosses ; being rather new dy'd, Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his than stain’d with salt water. wit; by and by it will strike.

Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, Gon. Sir,

would it not say, he lies ? Seb. One : Tell.

Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh offer'd,

as when we put them on first in Africk, at the Comes to the entertainer

marriage of the king's fair daughter, Claribel, to Seb. A dollar.

the king of Tunis. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you


Seb. "Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper spoken truer than you purposed.

well in our return. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such

a paragon to their queen. Gon. Therefore, my lord,

Gon, Not since widow Dido's time. Ant. Fye, what a spendthrift is he of his Ant. Widow ? a pox o' that! How came that tongue !

widow in? Widow Dido ! Alon. I pr’ythee, spare.

Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas Gon. Well, I have done : But yet

too ? good lord, how you take it ! Seb. He will be talking.

Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good study of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. wager, first begins to crow?

Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Seb. The old cock.

Adr. Carthage ? Ant. The cockrel.

Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Seb. Done: The wager?

Ant. His word is more than the miraculous Ant. A laughter.

harp. Seb. A match.

Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,- Ant. What impossible matter will he make Seb. Ha, ha, ha! Ant. So, you've paid.

Šeb. I think he will carry this island home in Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,-- his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Seb. Yet

Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Adr. Yet

bring forth more islands. Ant. He could not miss it.

Gon. Ay? Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and Ant. Why, in good time. delicate temperance.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis

Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly at the marriage of your daughter, who is now delivered.

queen. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. sweetly.

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

you should.

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Ant. 0, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. Execute all things: for no kind of traffick

Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the Would I admit; no name of magistrate; first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.

Letters should not be known; no use of sírvice, Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.

Of riches or of poverty; no contracts, Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's mar- Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; riage?

No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, No occupation ; all men idle, all ; against

And women too; but innocent and pure: The stomach of my sense : 'Would I had never No sovereignty:Married my daughter there ! for, coming thence, Seb. And yet he would be king on't. My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth fora Who is so far from Italy removed,

gets the beginning. I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Gon. All things in common nature should Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish

produce Hath made his meal on thee!

Without sweat or endeavour; treason, felony, Fran. Sir, he may live ;

Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, I saw him beat the surges under him,

Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance, Whose enmity he fung aside, and breasted To feed my innocent people. The surge most swoln that met him: his bold Seb. No marrying among his subjects ? head

Ant. None, man; all idle; whores, and knaves, 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke

To excel the golden age. To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, Seb. 'Save his majesty! As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt,

Ant. Long live Gonzalo! He came alive to land.

Gon. And, do you mark me, sir?Alon. No, no, he's gone.

Alon. Pr’ythee, no more: thou dost talk noSeb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great thing to me. loss ;

Gon. I do well believe your highness; and That would not bless our Europe with your did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, daughter,

who are of such sensible and nimble lungs, that But rather lose her to an African ;

they always use to laugh at nothing. Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Ånt. 'Twas you we laugh'd at. Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.

Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am Alon. Pr’ythee, peace.

nothing to you: so you may continue, and laugh Seb. You were kneeld to, and importun'd at nothing still. otherwise

Ant. What a blow was there given ? By all of us; and the fair soul herself

Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. Weigh’d, between lothness and obedience, at Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle ; you Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she lost your son,

would continue in it five weeks without changing. I fear, for ever : Milan and Naples have More widows in them of this business' making, Enter Ariel invisible, playing solemn musick. Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault's Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.

Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.

Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure Gon. My lord Sebastian,

my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, asleep, for I am very heavy ? And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, Ant. Go sleep, and hear us. When you should bring the plaster.

[All sleep but Alon. SeB. and Ant. Seb. Very well.

Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

eyes Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: When you are cloudy:

I find, Seb. Foul weather?

They are inclin’d to do so. Ant. Very foul.

seb. Please you, sir, Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,– Do not omit the heavy offer of it: Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed.

It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, Seb. Or docks, or mallows.

It is a comforter. Gon. And were the king of it, What would I Ant. We two, my lord, do ?

Will guard your person, while you take your rest, Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. And watch your safety. Gon. l' the commonwealth Į would by con- Alon. Thank you: Wond'rous heavy. traries

[Alonso sleeps. Erit Ariel.

Your own.

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