Be rough and razorable: she from whom And, by that. destin'd to perform an act, nis: Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are Wherefore this ghastly looking? What's the matter? Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Seb. What stuff is this ?-How say you 7 Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? "Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tu-It struck mine ear most terribly. Alon. 1 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, 1 heard a humming, So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions worse Than now they are: There be, that can rule As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate As this Gonzalo; I myself could make A chough of as deep chat. 0, that you bore 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; of it, Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus, stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou And I the king shall love thee. Draw together: Seb. O, but one word. That you, his friends, are in : and sends me forth, While you here do snoring lie, His time doth take: If of life you keep a care, Ant. Then let us both be sudden. [They wake. And that a strange one too, which did awake me: Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make For my poor son. Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have him A noise of Thunder heard. Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make 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 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 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; 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. 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 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: 0! Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon ns 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 taine, 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 hini, 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 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 speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: Come, Amen! I will pour some in thy other 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 thee by the lesser legs; if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can he vent Trinculos? Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunderstroke-But art thou not drowned, Stephano ? calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm: And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd! 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. subject; for the liquor is not earthly. Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy trie 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 thon canst swim like a duck, thon art made like a goose. Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this? Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in rock by the sea-side, where ny 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: 1 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. 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. Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig nuts; Cal. No more dams Pll make for fish; Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish; 'Ban 'Br, Ca-Caliban, Has a new master-get a new man. I do not know 1 Of every creature's best. Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey-day, freedom! Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. 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. 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, York not so hard: I would, the light'ning had urnt up those logs, that you are enjoined to pile! ray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns, Iwill weep for having wearied yon: my father hard at study; pray now, rest yourself; le's safe for these three hours. Fer. O most dear mistress, l'he sun will set, before I shall discharge What I must strive to do. Mira. If you'll sit down, '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, l'han 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 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 Mira. Do you love me? Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound, And crown what I profess with kind event, And prompt me, plain and holy innocence ! 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. A thousand thousand! [Exit. 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-and-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; I'll not serve him, he is not valiant. Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster; I am in case to justlé a constable: Why, thou 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? Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pr'ythee stand further off. Ste. Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time, I' the afternoon to sleep: there thou may'st Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, Or cut his weazand with thy knife: Remember, First to possess his books; for without them He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not One spirit to command: They all do hate him, As rootedly as I: Burn but his books; He has brave utensils, (for so he calls them.) Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal. And that most deeply to consider, is The beauty of his daughter; he himself Calls her a nonpareil: 1 ne'er saw woman, But only Sycorax my dam, and she; Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your But she as far surpasseth Sycorax, head; if you prove a mutineer, the next tree-As greatest does least. The poor monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity. Trin. Lord, quoth he !-that a monster should be such a natural. Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, 1 pr'y thee. Cal. I thank my noble lord. pleas'd Wilt thou be To hearken once again the suit I made thee? Ste. Marry will I kneel, and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo. Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou! Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth. Trin. Why, I said nothing. Ste. Is it so brave a lass? Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, 1 warrant, And bring thee 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, Ste. Mum then, and no more. [To Caliban. Jany reason: Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. Proceed. Cal. I say, by sorcery he got this isle; Ste. That's most certain. Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Ste. How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party? Cal. Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him thee Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head. Cal. What a pied ninny's this? Thou scurvy 1 do beseech thy greatness, give him blows, show him Where the quick freshes are. Ste. Trinculo, 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 I so? take thou that. [Strikes him.] [Sings. Flout 'em, and skout 'em ; and skout 'em, 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 my sins! Ste. He that dies, pays all debts: I defy thee: Cal. Art thou afeard? Cal. Be net afeard; the isle is full of noises, hart 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, Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hangit, and after, do our workd Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would, [Exeunt. 1 needs must rest me. Will we take thoroughly, ing at them, Wallets of flesh 7 or that there were such men, we find Each putter-out on five for one, will bring us Thunder and Lightning. Enter Ariel, like a (Seeing Alon. Seb. &c. draw their swords. And even with such like valour, men hang and drown Their proper selves. You fools! 1 and my fellows Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well 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. 1 say, to-night: no more. Are like invulnerable; if you could hurt,I Your swords are now too massy for your Solemn and strange Musick; and Prospero strengths, above, invisible. Enter several strange And will not be uplifted; But, remember, Shapes, bringing in a Banquet; they dance (For that's my business to you.) that you three about it with gentle actions of salutation; From Milan did supplant good Prospero; and inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart Expos'd unto the sea, which hath requit it, Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, Him, and his innocent child: for which foul deed hark. The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have Incens'd the seas and shores, yea, all the crea 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 phonix' 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, Their manners are more gentle-kind, than of Pro. Honest lord, Thou hast said well; for some of you there pre sent Are worse than devils. [Aside. tures, Against your peace: Thee, of thy son, Alonzo, (Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls He vanishes in Thunder: then, to soft musick, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and moves, and carry out the table. Pro. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: And these, mine enemies, are all knit up In their distractions: they now are in my power: I cannot too much muse, And in these fits I leave them, whilst I vísit Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, ex-Young Ferdinand, (whom they suppose is pressing Alon. (Although they want the use of tongue) a kind Praise in departing. 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 7 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, pronoune'o 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, Who would believe that there were mountain-And with him there lie mudded. [Erit Seb But one fiend at a time. Will't please you taste of what is here? Not I. Gon Faith, sir, you need not fear: When we were boys, éers, |