Seb. Ant. Foul weather? Very foul. Seb. 'Scape getting drunk, for want of wine. Execute all things: for no kind of traffick Seb Gon. All things in common nature should Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Of its own kind, all foizen, all abundance, Seb. No marrying 'nong his subjects? Ant. Long live Gonzalo! And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, My strong imagination sees a crown What, art thou waking? I do; and surely, With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, mov- And yet so fast asleep. Noble Sebastian, Thou dost snore distinctly; Hereditary sloth instructs thee. Do so: to ebb, 0, If you but knew how you the purpose cherish, 'Save his majesty ! Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, And, do you mark me, sir 7-Most often do so near the bottom run, By their own fear, or sloth. Seb. 'Pr'ythee, say on: The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, Which throes thee much to yield. Alon. Pr'ythee, 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. "Twas you we laugh'd at. Gen. 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 Musick. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me sleep, for I am very heavy ? Ant. Go sleep, and hear us. [All sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with them.selves, shut up my thoughts: Please you, sir, Ant. Thus, sir: Although this lord of weak remembrance, this That he's undrown'd. Ant. I have no hope What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is He's gone. Who's the next heir of Naples? Claribel. 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 Than now they are: There be, that can rule Naples, As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate As amply, and unnecessarily, As this Gonzalo; I myself could make A chongh of as deep chat. O, that you bore The mind that I do! what a sleep were this For your advancement! Do you understand me? Seb. Methinks, 1 do. Ant. And how does your content Tender your own good fortune? Seb. I remember, You did supplant your brother Prospero. Ant. 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, Seb. 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. Musick. 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, His time doth take: If of life you keep a care, 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? Alon. Wherefore this ghastly looking? Alon. 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 Lead away. Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done. Aside. So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt. SCENE II. 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, feus, 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 tongues, Do hiss me into madness:-Lo! now! lo! Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, A 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 opi nion, 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; there is no other shelter hereabout; Misery ac-I hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm quaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will over-blown? I hid me under the dead moonhere shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past. calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm: And art Enter Stephano, singing; a Bottle in his Hand. thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd! 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 Mal, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, itch: Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. This a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort. [Drinks. Cal. Do not torment me: O! Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Inde? Ha! I have not 'scap'd 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, whilst 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 recover 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, pr'ythee; 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. Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, cat; open your mouth: this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend: open your chaps Ste. Pr'ythee do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant. 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 did'st thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither 7 swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast a-shore. Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not earthly. Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap'dst. Trin. Swam a-shore, 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! Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was. Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; My mistress showed me thee, and thy dog, and bush. Ste. Come, swear to that: kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: swear. Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster-I afeard of him?-a very weak monster:-The man i' the moon ?-a most poor credulous monster: Well drawn, monster, in good sooth. Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the island; And kiss thy foot; I pr'ythee be my god. Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster; when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. Cal. I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject. Ste. Come on then; down, and swear. Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster: A most scurvy monster! could find in my heart to beat him,— Ste. Come, kiss. 1 Trin. but that the poor monster's in drink : An abominable monster! Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries: I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. Trin. A most ridiculous monster: to make a wonder of a poor drunkard. Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most deli-Thou wondrous man. Trin. Stephano, Ste. Doth thy other month call me? Mercy! mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: 1 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. Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow And I with my long nails will dig thee pig nuts; Ste. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll any more talking.-Trinculo, the king and all prill thee by the lesser legs; if any be Trinculo's our company else being drowned, we will inlegs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, herit here.-Here; bear my bottle. Fellow Indeed: How can'st thou to be the siege of this Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. moon-calf? Can he vent Trinculos? Cal. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell. [Sings drunkenly. Trin. A howling monster; à drunken monster. Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunderstroke-But art thou not drowned, Stephano? SCENE I. ACT III. [Exeunt. Before Prospero's Cell. Fer. There be some sports are painful; and their labour Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is baseness Had ne'er like executor. 1 forget But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Most busy-less when I do it. Enter Miranda; and Prospero at a distance. Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns, Mira. If you'll sit down, I'll bear your logs the while; 'Pray, give me that; When you are by at night. I do beseech you, I do not know Of every creature's best. 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 iny mouth.-Hear my soul speak ; The very instant that I saw you, did Mira. And crown what I profess with kind event, I am a fool, 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. [Exil. SCENE II. Another Part of the Island. Enter Stephano and Trinculo; Caliban following with a Bottle. Ste. Tell not me;-when the butt is ont, we will drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and board 'em : Servant-monster, drink to me. Trin. Servant-monster? the folly of this island! They say, there's but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if the other two be brained like us, the state totters. Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almost set in thy head. Trin. Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail. Ste. My man-monster hath drowned his tongue lin sack for my part, the sea cannot drown me; I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-anu- this can sack, and drinking do. A murrain on thirty leagues, off and on, by this light.-Thou your monster, and the devil take your fingers! shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard. Cal. Ha, ha, ha! Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard. Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster. Trin. Nor go neither: but you'll lie, like dogs; and yet say nothing neither. Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf. Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe; Pll not serve him, he is not valiant. Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster; 1 am in case to justle a constable: Why, thon debosh'd fish thou, was there ever man a coward, that hath drunk so much sack as 1 to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish, and half a monster? Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord? Trin. Lord, quoth he !-that a monster should be such a natural. thee. Ste. Now, forward with your tale. PPythee stand further off. Ste. Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time, 1' the afternoon to sleep: there thou may'st Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, 1 pr'y-Calls her a nonpareil: I ne'er saw woman, Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd To hearken once again the suit I made thee? Ste. Marry will : kneel, and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo. Where the quick freshes are. Ste. Trinenlo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fish of thee. Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing: I'll go further off. Ste. Didst thou not say he lied? Ste. Do 1 so? take thon that. [Strikes him.] Ste. Is it so brave a lass? Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant, And bring theé forth brave brood. Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be king and queen; (save our graces!) and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys:-Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo? Trin. Excellent. Ste. Give me thy hand; I am sorry I beat thee; but while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head. Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep; Let us be jocund: Will you troll the catch Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason: Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. [Sings. Flout 'em, and skout 'em; and skout 'em, and flout 'em ; Thought is free. Cal. That's not the tune. [Ariel plays the tune on a Tabor and Pipe. Ste. What is this same ? Trin. This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of No-body. Ste. If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy likeness: if thou beest a devil, take't as thou list. Trin. O, forgive me iny sins! Ste. He that dies, pays all debts: I defy thee:- Cal. Art thou afeard? Cal. Be nct afeard; the isle is full of noises, hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Ready to drop upon me; that, when I wak'd, Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, |