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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,
To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor;
It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads;
Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair
And in no sense is meet or amiable.
A woman mov'd is like a fountain troubled,
Muddy, ill-seeming, thick, bereft of beauty,
And while it is so, none so dry or thirsty
Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it.
Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper,
Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for
thee,

And for thy maintenance commits his body
To painful labor both by sea and land;
To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe,
And craves no other tribute at thy hands,
But love, fair looks, and true obedience ;-
Too little payment for so great a debt.
Such duty as the subject owes a prince,
Even such, a woman oweth to her husband:
And when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour,
And not obedient to his honest will
What is she but a foul contending rebel
And graceless traitor to her loving lord?
I am asham'd that women are so simple
To offer war where they should kneel for peace;
Or seek for rule, supremacy, and sway,
When they are bound to serve, love, and obey.
Why are our bodies soft, and weak, and smooth,
Unapt to toil and trouble in the world,
But that our soft conditions and our hearts,
Should well agree with our external parts ?
Come, come, you froward and unable worms!
My mind hath been as big as one of yours,
My heart as great; my reason haply more,
To bandy word for word, and frown for frown:

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

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dinner.

camest first,

I must eat my
This island 's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou
[wouldst give me
Thou stroak'dst me, and mad'st much of me:
Water with berries in 't, and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd
thee,

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
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have, [me
Who first was mine own king: and here you sty
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me

Th' rest of th' island.

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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.

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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,
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid: all corners else o' th' earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I in such a prison.

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
Himself with his good arms in lusty strokes
To th' shore: that o'er his wave-worn basis
bow'd,

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

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.
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; contracts, succession,
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, olive
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil: [none;
No occupation: all men idle, all:

And women too, but innocent and pure :
No sovereignty:

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 foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.

would with such perfection govern, Sir, To excel the golden age.

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I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.
A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
Thou wondrous man.-

labor

1 pry thee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts;
Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how
To snare the nimble marmozet: I'll bring thee
To clust ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get
Young sea-mels from the rock.
[thee
True and unbiassed Affection. Ferdinand
bearing a Log.
There be some sports are painful: but their
[ness
Delight in them sets off: some kinds of base-
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 [dead,
The mistress whom I serve, quickens what 's
And makes my labors pleasures: O, she is
Ten times more gentle than her father's
[move
And he's compos'd of harshness. I must re-
Some thousands of these logs, aud pile 'em up,
Upon a sore injunction. My sweet mistress
Weeps when she sees me work: and says, such
Had ne'er such executor. I forget; [baseness
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my
Most busy-less when I do it.

crabbed:

Admir'd Miranda!

[labors,

Indeed, the top of admiration : worth
What's dearest to the world! full maný a lady
I have eyed with best regard; and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into
bondage
[tues
Brought my too diligent ears; for several vir-
Have I lik'd several women: never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she own'd,
And put it to the foil: but you, O you,
So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.

Miranda's
's offering to carry the Logs for him
is peculiarly elegant.
If you 'll sit down,
[that,
I'll bear your logs the while; pray give me
I'll carry it to the pile.

And afterwards how innocent!
- I am a fool,

To weep at what I'm glad of.

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.

Punishment of Crimes delayed, not forgotten.
For which foul deed
The pow'rs, delaying, not forgetting, have

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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.
O Ferdinand,

Do not smile at me that I boast her off:
For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise,'

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.
Ferd.
As I hope
For quiet days, fair issue, and long life,
With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den,
The most opportune place, the strong'st sug-
gestion

Our worser genius can, shall never melt
Mine honor into lust: to take away
The edge of that day's celebration,
When I shall think, or Phoebus' steeds are
Or night kept chain'd below. [founder'd,
Passion too strong for Vows.
Pros. Look thou be true; do not give dal-
[straw
Too much the rein; the strongest oaths are
To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious,
Or else, good-night your vow!

liance

Ferdinand's Answer.

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(As I foretold you) were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea all which it inherit, shall dissolve;
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind! We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.

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 breathing in their faces: beat the ground

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.

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Pros. Dost thou think so, spirit?
Ariel. Mine would, Sir, were I human.
Pros. And mine shall.

Hast thou, who art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,

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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,

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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,
Stealing, and giving odour.—Enough; no

more;

'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.

spirit of love, how quick and fresh art thou!
Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there,
That, notwithstanding thy capacity
Of what validity and pitch soever,
But falls into abatement and low price,
Even in a minute! So full of shapes is fancy,
That it alone is high fantastical.

Love, in reference to Hunting.
O, when my eyes did see Olivia first,
Methought she purg'd the air of pestilence;
That instant was I turn'd into a hart:
And my desires, like fell and cruel hounds,
E'er since pursue me.

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.
--I saw your brother,
Most provident in peril, bind himself [tice)
(Courage and hope both teaching him the prac-
To a strong mast, that liv'd upon the sea;
Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back,
I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves,
So long as I could see.

Actions of the Great always talked of.
You know

What great ones do, the less will prattle of.
Outward Appearance a Token of inward Worth.
There is a fair behaviour in thee, captain;
And, though that nature with a beauteous wall
Doth oft close in pollution, yet of thee
I will believe, thou hast a mind that suits
With this thy fair and outward character.
A beautiful Boy.

Dear lad, believe it;

For they shall yet belie thy happy years,
That say, thou art a man; Diana's lip

Is not more smooth and rubious; thy small pipe

Is as the maiden's organ, shrill and sound,
And all is semblative a woman's part.

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More than light airs and recollected terms
Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times.
True Love.

Duke. Come hither, boy, if ever thou shalt
In the sweet pangs of it remember me: [love,
For such as I am, all true lovers are:
Unstaid and skittish in all motions else,
Save in the constant image of the creature
That is belov'd.-How dost thou like this tune?
Vio. It gives a very echo to the seat
Where love is thron'd.

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,
So sways she level in her husband's heart.
For, boy, however we do praise ourselves,
Our fancies are more giddy and unfirm,
More longing, wavering, sooner lost and won,
Than women's are.

Vio. I think it well, my lord. [thyself,
Duke. Then let thy love be younger than
Or thy affection cannot hold the bent:
For women are as roses; whose fair flower,
Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour.
Character of an old Song.

Mark it, Cesario, it is old and plain:
The spinsters and the knitters in the sun,
And the free maids that weave their thread
with bones,

Do use to chant it; it is silly sooth,
And dallies with the innocence of love
Like the old age.

Song.
Come away, come away, death,

And in sad cypress let me be laid:
Fly away, fly away, breath;

I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white stuck all with yew,
O, prepare it;

My part of death no one so true
Did share it.

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,
To weep there.

Concealed Love.

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