And how does your content Tender your own good fortune? Seb.

Ant.

I remember, You did supplant your brother Prospero. True: 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 it were a kybe, "Twould 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 got'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.

Musick.

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

Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger

That you, his friends, are in: and sends me forth, (For else his projects die,) to keep them living. [Sings in Gonzalo's ear.

While you here do snoring lie,
Open-ey'd 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 wake.

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

Heard you this, Gonzalo ? Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming,

And that a strange one too, which did awake me: shak'd you, sir, and cri'd; as mine eyes open'd, I saw their weapons drawn:-there was a noise, That's verity: 'Best stand upon our guard; Or that we quit this place: let's draw our wea pons

Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further search

For my poor son.

Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts!
For he is, sure, i' the island.
Alon.
Lead away.

Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done. [Aside. So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt. SCENE IL Another Part of the Island. Enter Caliban, with a burden 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:
Sometimes 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 foot-ball: sometimes am 1
All wound with adders, who, with cloven

Α

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 did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.-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. 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. Legg'd 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 thunder bolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again: my best way is to creep under his gaberdine;

SCENE 1. Before Prospero's Cell.
Enter Ferdinand, bearing a Log.

Fer. There be some sports are painful; and their labour

Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
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
The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's
dead,

I do not know

Of every creature's best.
Mira.
One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
More that I may call men, than you, good friend,
And my dear father: how features are abroad,
I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty,

(The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of: but I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
I therein do forget.

Fer.

I am, in my condition, A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king; (I would, not so!) and would no more endure This wooden slavery, than to suffer The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my soul speak;

The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service; there resides,
To make me slave to it; and, for your sake,
Am I this patient log-man!
Do you love me?
Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this
sound,

Mira.

Had ne'er like executor. I forget;

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours;

Most busy-less when I do it.

Enter Miranda; and Prospero at a distance.
Mira.
Alas, now, pray you,
Work not so hard: I would, the light'ning had
Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoined to
pile!

Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns,
Twill weep for having wearied you: my father
Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;
He's safe for these three hours.

Fer.
O most dear mistress,
The sun will set, before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.

Mira.

If you'll sit down,

I'll bear your logs the while; 'Pray, give me that;

I'll carry it to the pile.
Fer.
No, precious creature:
I'd rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,
While I sit lazy by.

Mira.
It would become me
As well as it does you and I should do it
With much more ease, for my good will is to it,
And your's it is against.
Pro.

Poor worm! thou art infected; This visitation shews it. Mira. You look wearily. Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning

with me,, When you are by at night. I do beseech you, (Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,) What is your name? Mira. Miranda :-O my father, have broken your hest to say so! Fer. Admir'd Miranda! Indeed, the top of admiration; worth What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues Have I liked several women; never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd, And put it to the foil: But you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created

And crown what I profess with kind event,
If I speak true; if hollowly, invert
What best is boded me, to mischief! 1,
Beyond all limit of what else i' the world,
Mira.
I am a fool,

To weep at what I am glad of.
Pro.
Fair encounter
Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between them!
Fer.
Wherefore weep you?
Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
What I desire to give; and much less take,
What I shall die to want: But this is trifling;
And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
The bigger bulk it shews. Hence, bashful cun-
ning!

And prompt me, plain and holy innocence !
am your wife, if you will marry me;

I

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.

Fer.

And I thus humble ever. Mira.

My mistress, dearest,

My husband then?

Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing

As bondage e'er of freedom; here's my hand.
Mira. And mine, with my heart in't: And
now farewell,
Till half an hour hence.
Fer.

A thousand! thousand!
[Exeunt Fer. and Mir.
Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be,
Who are surprised with all; but my rejoicing
At nothing can be more. I'll to my book:
For yet, ere supper time, must I perform
Much business appertaining.

[Exit.

Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow it, and after, do our work.

Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow.-I would, I could see this taborer: he lays it on. Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano.

[Exeunt.
SCENE III. Another Part of the Island.
Enter Alonzo, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo,
Adrian, Francisco, and others.
Gon. By'r lakin, 1 can go no further, sir;
My old bones ache; here's a maze trod, indeed,
Through forth-rights, and meanders! by your
patience,

I needs must rest me.
Alon.
Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
Who am myself attach'd with weariness,
To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest.
Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it
No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd,
Whom thus we stray to find: and the sea mocks
Our frustrate search on land: Well, let him go.
Ant. I am right glad that he's so out of hope.
[Aside to Sebastian.
Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
That you resolv'd to effect.
Seb.

The next advantage Let it be to-night: For now they are oppress'd with travel, they Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance, As when they are fresh. Seb. I say, to-night: no more. Solemn and strange Musick; and Prospero above, invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a Banquet; they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart. Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, hark!

Will we take thoroughly.
Ant.

Gon. Marvellous sweet musick!

Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these?

Seb. A living drollery: Now I will believe That there are unicorns: that, in Arabia There is one tree, the phoenix' throne; one phoenix At this hour reigning there.

Ant.

I'll believe both; And what does else want credit, come to me, And I'll be sworn 'tis true: Travellers ne'er did lie,

Though fools at home condemn them.
Gon.

If in Naples,
I should report this now, would they believe me?
If I should say, I saw such islanders,
(For, certes, these are people of the island,)
Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet,

note,

Their manners are more gentle-kind, than of
Our human generation you shall find
Many, nay, almost any.
Pro.

Honest lord,

Thou hast said well; for some of you there pre

sent

Are worse than devils.

[Aside.

Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at them,

Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men, Whose heads stood in their breasts ? which now we find

Alon.

Each putter-out on five for one, will bring us
Good warrant of.
I will stand to, and feed,
Although my last: no matter, since I feel
The best is past :-Brother, my lord the duke,
Stand to, and do as we.

Thunder and Lightning. Enter Ariel, like a

Harpy; claps his wings upon the table, and, by a quaint device, the Banquet vanishes. Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny (That hath to instrument this lower world, And what is in't,) the never-surfeited sea Hath caus'd to belch up; and on this island Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; [Seeing Alon. Seb. &c. draw their swords. And even with such like valour, men hang and drown

Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows
Are ministers of fate; the elements

Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd at stabs
Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
One dowle that's in my plume; my fellow mi-
nisters

Are like invulnerable; if you could hurt,
Your swords are now too massy for your
strengths,
And will not be uplifted; But, remember,
(For that's my business to you.) that you three
From Milan did supplant good Prospero;
Expos'd unto the sea, which hath requit it,
Him, and his innocent child: for which foul deed
The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
Incens'd the seas and shores, yea, all the crea-

tures,

Against your peace: Thee, of thy son, Alonzo,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me,
Ling'ring perdition (worse than any death
Can be at once,) shall step by step attend
You, and your ways: whose wraths to guard
you from

(Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads,) is nothing, but heart's sorrow, And a clear life ensuing.

He vanishes in Thunder: then, to soft musick enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and carry out the table.

Pro. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou

Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:
Of my instruction hast thou nothing 'bated,
In what thou had'st to say so, with good life,
And observation strange, my meaner ministers
Their several kinds have done: my high charms
work,

Alon.

(Although they want the use of tongue) a kind Of excellent dumb discourse. Pro.

Praise in departing. [Aside. Fran. They vanish'd strangely. Seb. No matter, since They have left their viands behind; for we have

stomachs.

Will't please you taste of what is here?
Alon.

Not I. Gon. Faith, sir, you need not fear: When we were boys,

Who would believe that there were mountaineers,

drown'd),

And his and my loved darling.

[Exit Prospero from above. Gon. I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you In this strange stare? Alon. O, it is monstrous! monstrous Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'a The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded. [Exit Seb. But one fiend at a time,