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Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. [on't
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit
Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid you,
For learning me your language!
Pro.

Hag-seed, hence!
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best,
To answer other business. Shrugg'st thou, malice?
If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly
What I command, I 'll rack the 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 CAL. Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following him.

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Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
[Burthen, ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell.
Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd
father:-

This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
And say what thou seest yond'.
Mira.
What is 't? a spirit?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form:-But 't is a spirit.
Pro. No, wench; it eats, and sleeps, and hath
such senses

As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest,
Was in the wrack; and but he's something stain'd
With grief, that 's beauty's canker, thou mightst❘
call him

A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,
And strays about to find them.

Mir.

I might call him
A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble

Pro.

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But certainly a maid.
Fer.

My language! heavens!-
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 't is spoken.
Pro.
How! the best?
What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples: He does hear me;
And that he does
weep: myself am Naples;
Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld
The king my father wrack'd.
Mira.
Alack, for mercy!
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of

Milan,

And his brave son, being twain.

Pro.
The Duke of Milan,
And his more braver daughter, could control thee,
If now 't were fit to do 't:-At the first sight [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 e'er I saw; the first
That e'er 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
[Aside.

business

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
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 has 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
If the ill spirit have so fair a house, [temple
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 husk
Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.
Fer.
No
I will resist such entertainment, till
Mine enemy has more power.

[He draws, and is charmed from moving
Mira.
O dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro.

What, I say,
My foot my tutor! Put thy sword up, traitor;
Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy

conscience

Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward;
For I can here disarm thee with this stick,

It goes on. I see,

[Aside And make thy weapon drop.

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SCENE I.-Another part of the Island.
ter 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 masters 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.

Prithee, 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 purposed.

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 prithee spare.

Gon. Well, I have done: But yet

Seb. He will be talking.

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 't were perfumed by a fen.
Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life.
Ant. True; save means to live.
Seb. Of that there 's none, or little. [green.
Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how
Ant. The ground, indeed,
tawney.
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 vouched 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 stained 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.
Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh
as when we put them on first in Afric, at the mar-
riage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the
King of Tunis.
[well in our return.
Seb. "T was a sweet marriage, and we prosper
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

Ant. Which, of he, or Adrian, for a good wager, widow in? Widow Dido!

first begins to crow?

Seb. The old cock.

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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.

[harp.

Ant. His word is more than the miraculous Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy 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 islauds.

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.

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

Gon. All things in common nature should produce Without sweat 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, all abundance,

Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first To feed my innocent people. 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?
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears,

against

The stomach of my sense: 'Would I had never
Married my daughter there! for, coming thence,
My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,
Who is so far from Italy removed,

I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir
Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Hath made his meal on thee!

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Seb.

Foul weather?

Ant.

Very foul.
Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,—
Ant. He'd sow 't with nettle-seed.
Seb.
Or docks, or mallows.
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: riches, poverty,
And use of service, none; contract, succession,
Bourn, 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:

Beb

Yet he would be king on t

Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects?

Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves.
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir,
To excel the golden age.
Seb.

'Save his majesty!

Ant. Long live Gonzalo!
Gon
And do you mark me, sir ?-
Alon. Prithee, 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. "T was 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,

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. Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes They are inclined to do so.

Seb.

Please you, sir,

Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.

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[ALONSO sleeps. Exit ARIEL Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.

Why

Seb.
Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not
Myself dispos'd to sleep.

Ant.
Nor I; my spirits are nimble
They fell together all, as by consent;
They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might,
Worthy Sebastian?-O, what might?-No more:-
And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,
What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee; and
My strong imagination sees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.
Seb.

What, art thou waking?
Ant. Do you not hear me speak?
Seb.

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Then, tell me, Claribel.

Who's the next heir of Naples?
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, [chins
(The man i' the moon 's too slow,) till new-born
Be rough and razorable; she, from whom
We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again;
And by that destiny to perform an act,
Whereof what 's past is prologue; what to come,
In yours and my discharge.

Seb.

What stuff is this?-How say you? "T is true my brother's daughter 's Queen of Tunis: So is the heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions Their is some space.

Ant.

A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out, "How shall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples ?"-Keep in Tunis, And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death That now hath seized them; why, they were no

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True:

Ant. And look how well my garments sit upon me; Much feater than before: My brother's servants Were then my fellows, now they are my men. Seb. But, for your conscience

Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that ? if 't were a kybe,
"T would put me to my slipper: But I feel not
This deity in my bosom; twenty consciences,
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,
And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother,
No 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,
Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk;
They 'll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.

Seb.
Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent; as thou gott'st Milan,
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st;
And I the king shall love thee.
Ant.
Draw together;
And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.

Seb.

O, but one word. [They converse apart. Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible.

Ari. My master through his art foresees the

danger

That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth,
(For else his project dies,) to keep them living.
[Sings in GONZALO's ear.

While you here do snoring lie,
Open-eyed Conspiracy

His time doth take:

If of life you keep a care,
Shake off slumber, and beware;
Awake! awake!

Ant. Then let us both be sudden. Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king! [They awake. Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking? Gon.

What's the matter? Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? It struck mine ear most terribly. Alon. I heard nothing. Ant. 0, 't was a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions.

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SCENE II.-Another part of the Island.
Enter CALIBAN, with a burthen of wood.
A noise of 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,
And yet I needs must curse. But they 'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid them; but
For every trifle are they set upon me:
Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after, bite me; then like hedgehogs, which
Lie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mount
Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
Do hiss me into madness:-Lo! now! lo!
Enter TRINCULO.

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

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by paildid before, I know not where to hide my head:

fals. 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 but 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 will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again: my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout: Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.

Enter STEPHANO, singing, a bottle in his hand.
Ste.

I shall no more to sea, to sea,

Here shall I die ashore;

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: Well, here's my comfort.

[Drinks.

The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,
The gunner, and his mate,

Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
But none of us car'd for Kate:

For she had a tongue with a tang
Would cry to a sailor, "Go hang:"

She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch, Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch: Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. This is a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort. Cal. Do not torment me: O! [Drinks. Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with salvages, and men of Inde? Ha! I have not 'scaped 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 re cover 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, prithee; 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.

here is that which will give language to you, cat; Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth open your mouth: this will shake your shaking, Í can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who 's your friend: open your chaps again.

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 Come-Amen! I will pour some in thy other speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague:

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 the by thee lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, inmoon-calf? Can he vent Trinculos? deed: How camest thou to be the siege of this

Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder

stroke:-But art thou not drowned, Stephano? overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's I hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm gaberdine, for fear of the storm: And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped! [is not constant. Ste. Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor: I will kneel to him.

Ste. How didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither? swear by this bottle, how thou camest hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved overboard, by this bottle? which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast ashore.

Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here; swear then how thou escapedst. Trin. Swam ashore, 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?
Sto Out o' the moon. I do assure thee: I was

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