J Miranda and Prospero. Mir. OI have suffer'd With those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel, Who had, no doubt, some noble creatures in Dash'd all to pieces. O the cry did knock [her, He that is giddy thinks the world turns Against my very heart! Poor souls! they pe round. Greyhound. Had I been any god of power, I would [rish'd. Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e'er O Sir, Lucentio slipp'd me for his grey-The freighting souls within her. It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and hound, [master. Which runs himself, and catches for his Wife's Submission. Marry, peace it bodes, and love, and quiet life, And awful rule, and right supremacy; [happy? And, to be short, what not, that 's sweet and The Wife's Duty to her Husband. Fie! fie! unknit that threat'ning, unkind brow, [buds, And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, And for thy maintenance commits his body Pros. Wipe thou thine eyes, have comfort; The direful spectacle of the wreck which touch'd The very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such provision in mine art So safely order'd, that there is no soul→→ No not so much perdition as an hair, Betid to any creature in the vessel [sink. Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st dinner. camest first, I must eat my And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile; Curs'd be I, that I did so! all the charms Th' rest of th' island. With words that made them known: but thy | And ride upon their backs: he trod the water, [good-nature Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head vile race, Though thou didst learn, had that in 't which Could not abide to be with; therefore wast Deservedly confin'd into this rock, [thou Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on 't [you Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid For learning me your language? Music. Where should this music be? in air or earth? It sounds no more: and sure it waits upon Some god of th' island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air. A Lover's Speech. My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, To whom I am subdu'd, are but light to me, Resignation and Gratitude. 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 master of some merchant, and the merchant [racle, Have just our theme of woe: but for the mi(I mean our preservation) few in millions Can speak like us: then wisely, good Sir, Our Sorrow with our comfort. [weigh Description of Ferdinand's swimming ashore. I saw him beat the surges under him, 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt Too severe Reproof animadverted upon. The truth you speak doth lack some gentleAnd time to speak it in: you rub the sore [ness, When you should find the plaster. Satire on Utopian Forms of Government. And women too, but innocent and pure : All things in common nature should produce, of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people. would with such perfection govern, Sir, To excel the golden age. I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. labor 1 pry thee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; crabbed: Admir'd Miranda! [labors, Indeed, the top of admiration : worth Miranda's And afterwards how innocent! To weep at what I'm glad of. I am your wife, if you will marry me: Punishment of Crimes delayed, not forgotten. The name of Prosper. It did bass my trespass. Gon. All three of them are desperate; their great guilt, Like Now gins to bite the spirits. poison given to work a great time after, Prospero's Boast of Miranda. Do not smile at me that I boast her off: And make it halt behind her. Continence before Marriage. Pros. If thou dost break her virgin-knot, All sanctimonious ceremonies may [before With full and holy rite be minister'd, No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall To make this contract grow; but barren hate, Sour-eyed disdain, and discord shall bestrew The union of your bed with weeds so loathly, That you shall hate it both; therefore, take As Hymen's lamps shall light you. [heed, A Lover's Protestation. Our worser genius can, shall never melt liance Ferdinand's Answer. (As I foretold you) were all spirits, and Drunkards enchanted by Ariel. Ariel. I told you, Sir, they were red hot with drinking; So full of valor, that they smote the air For kissing of their feet; yet always bending Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor; At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears, Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses, As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears, That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd thro' Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns, Which enter'd their frail skins: at last I left 'em I' th' filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to the chins. Pros. Dost thou think so, spirit? Hast thou, who art but air, a touch, a feeling If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again :-it had a dying fall: Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou, it came o'er my ear, like the sweet south, Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves; And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that By moon-shine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight mushrooms; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid (Weak masters tho' ye be) I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak That breathes upon a bank of violets, more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before. spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou! Love, in reference to Hunting. Natural Affection akin to Love. O, she, that hath a heart of that fine frame Το pay this debt of love but to a brother, How will she love, when the rich golden shaft Hath kill'd the flock of all affections else That live in her; when liver, brain, and heart, These sovereign thrones, are all supplied, and fill'd (Her sweet perfections) with one self-king! Description of Sebastian's Escape. Actions of the Great always talked of. What great ones do, the less will prattle of. Dear lad, believe it; For they shall yet belie thy happy years, Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound, More than light airs and recollected terms Duke. Come hither, boy, if ever thou shalt In Love, the Women should be youngest. Too old, by heaven! Let still the woman take An elder than herself; so wears she to him, Vio. I think it well, my lord. [thyself, Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain: Do use to chant it; it is silly sooth, Song. And in sad cypress let me be laid: I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My part of death no one so true Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend greet [thrown: My poor corpse, where my bones shall be A thousand, thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, Concealed Love. |