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With colours fairer painted their soul ends. Pro.

My brave spirit In few, they hurried us aboard a bark; Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd Would not infect bis reason ? A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,


Not a soul Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, Some tricks of desperation : All, but mariners, To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, FerdiDid us but loving wrong.

nand, Mira.

Alack! what trouble With hair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair) Was I then to you!

Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, Pro. 0! a cherubim

And all the devils are here. Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst Pro.

Why, that 'e my spirit! smile,

But was not this nigh shore Infused with a fortitude from heaven,


Close by, my master. When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me Ari.

Not a hair perish'd; An undergoing stomach, to bear up

On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Against what should ensue.

But fresher than before: and as thou bad'st me, Mira.

How came we ashore ? In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle: Pro. By Providence divine.

The king's son have I landed by himself; Some food we had, and some fresh water, that Whona I left cooling of the air with sighs, A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
Out of his charity, (who being then appointed His arms in this sad knot.
Master of this design,) did give us; with


of the king's shup, Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, The mariners, say, how thou hast disposed, Which since have steaded much; so, of his gen. And all the rest o''the fleet? tleness,


Safely in harbour Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once From my own library, with volumes that Thou call'st me up at midnight to fetch dew I prize above my dukedom.

From the still vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid: Mira.

'Would I might The mariners all under hatches stuwd; But ever see that man !

Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd Pro. Now I arise :

labour, Sit still, ard hear the last of our sea-sorrow. I have left asleep; and for the rest o' the fleet, Here in tu island we arrived; and here Which I dispers'd, they all have met again; Have I, thy choolmaster, made thee more profit And are upon the Mediterranean flote, Than other princes can, that have more time Bonnd sally home for Naples; Yor vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Mira. Heavens thank you for 'tl and now, 1 And his great person perish. pray you, sir,

For raising this sea-stormy mind,) your reason Exactly is perform’d; but there's there workers

What is the time of the day?
Know thus far forth.

Past the mid season. By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, Pro. At least two glasses : The time 'twixt Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies

six and now, Brought to this shore: and by my prescience Must by us both be spent most preciously. I find my zenith doth depend upon

Ari. Is there more toil ? Since thou must give A most auspicious star; whose influence

me pains, If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Will ever after droop.--Here cease more ques. Which is not yet perform'd me. tions


How now ? moody? Thou art in 'n'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, What is 't thou canst demand? And give it way ;-I know thou canst not Ari.

My liberty. choose.

[Miranda sleeps. Pro. Before the time be out ? no more. Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;


I pray thee Approach, my Ariel i come.

Remember, I have done thee worthy service;

Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd Entcr Ariel.

Without or grudge or grumbling: thou did'st Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail; 1


To bate me a full year. To answer thy best pleasure ; be 't to fly, Pro.

Doet thon forget To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

From what a torment I did free thee? On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task Ari.

No. Ariel, and all his quality.

Pro. Thou dost; and think'st Pro.

Hast thou, spirit, It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? To run upon the sharp wind of the North; Ari. To every article.

To do me business in the veins of the earth, I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, When it is bak'd with Grost. Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, Ari.

I do not, sir. I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide, Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing ! Hast tho And burn in many places; on the top-mast,

forgot The yards, and bowsprit,wonld I flame distinctly, The foul witch, Sycorax,who, with age, and envy Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the pre- Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her cursors

Ari. No, sir. O the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary Pro. Thou hast : where was she born And sight out-running were not: The fire, and speak; tell me. cracks

Ari Sir, in Argier. Or sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Pro.

O, was she so? I must, Scem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves Once in a month, recount what thon hast been, tremble,

Which thou forget'st. Tlis damn'ul witch, Sy. Yea, his dread trident shake.



For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,
To enter human hearing, from Argier, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,
Thou know'st was banish'd; for one thing she And blister you all o'er!

Pro. For this, be sure, to-night, thou shalt They would not take her life: Is not this true ?

have cramps, Ari. Ay, sir.

Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, with child,

All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd And here was left by the sailors: Thon, my slave, As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant: suinging And, for thou wast u spirit too delicate

Than bees that made them. To act her earthy and abhorr'd comniands, Cal.

I must eat my dinner. Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, This island 's mine, by Sycorax my mother, By help of her more potent ministers,

Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest And in her most unmitigable rage,

first, Into a cloven pine; within which rist

Thou strok’dst me, and mad'st inuch of me; Imprison'd, thou did'st painfully remain

would'st give me A dozen years: within which space she died, Water with berries in't; and teach me how And left thee there; where thou did'st vent thy To name the bigger light, and how the less, groans,

That burn by day and night: and then I lov As fast as inill-wheels strike: Then was this thee, island,

And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
(Save for the son that she did litter here, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and
À freckled whelp, hag born) not honour'd with fertile
A human shape.

Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms
Yes; Caliban, her son.

of Sycora the subject that you have,

loads, beetles, bats, light on you! Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,

For Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st Which tirst was mine own king : and here yon What torment I did find thee in : thy groans

sty me Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me Or ever-angry bears : it was a torment The rest of the island. To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Pro.

Thou most lying slave; Could not again undo; it was mine art, Whom stripes may move, not kindness : I have When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape

used thee, The pine, and let thee out.

Filth as thou art, with human care ; and lodg’d Ari. I thank thee, master.

thee Pro. If thou more murmurst, I will rend an In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate oak,

The honour of my child. And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till

Cal. O ho! O hó 'Would, it had been done! Thou hast howl'd away iwelve winters. Thou didst prevent me; I bad peopled else Ali.

Pardon, master: This isle with Calibans. ! will be correspondent to command,


Abhorred slave! And do my spriting gently.

Which any print of goodness will not take, Pro.

Do so; and after two days Being capable of all ill! 1 pitied thee, I will discharge thee.

Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee Ari.

That's my noble master! each hour What shall I do 7 say what? what shall I do? One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage, Pro, Go make thyself like to a nymph o’the Know thy own meaning, but would'st gabble like sea ;

A thing most brutish, l'endow'd thy purposes Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible With words that made them known: But thy To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape, And hither come in't: hence, with diligence. Though thou didst learn, had that in't which

(Erit Ariel.

good natures Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou Awake?

Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Mira. The strangeness of your story put

Who hadst desery'd more than a prison. Heaviness in me.

Cal. You taught me language ; and my profit Pro. Shake it off: come on;

on't We'll visit Caliban, iny siave, who never 1s, I know how to curse: the red plague rid you, Yields us kind answer.

For learning me your language ! Mira. "Tis a villain, sir, Pro.

Hag seed, hence! I do not love to look on.

Fetch us in el : and be quick, thou wert best, Pro.

But, as 'tis,

To answer other business.' Shrug'st thou, maWe cannot miss him: he does make our fire,

lice! Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices of thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban! What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Thou earth, thou speak.

Fill all thy bones with aches ; make thee roar, Cal. [within.) There's wood enough within. That beasts shall tremble at thy din. Pro. Come forth, I say, there's other business Cal. No, 'pray thee !for thee;

1 must obey : his art is of such power, (Aside. Come forth, thou tortoise ! when ?

It would control my dam's god, Setebos,

And make a vassal of him. Re-enter Ariel, like a Water-nymph Pro.

So, slave, hence! Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,

[Erit Caliban. Hark in thine ear. Ari. My lord, it shall be done. (Exit. Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing and singing ;

Ferdinand following him. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself

Ariel's Song Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands :
Enter Caliban.
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,

1 Cal As wicked dew as e'or my mother brush'al (The wild waves whist)

vile race,

Foot it featly here and there :

They have chang'd eyes ;-Delicate Ariel, And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. I'll set thee free for this - A word, good sir : Hark, hark !

I fear you have done yourself some wrong; a (Bur.) Bowgh, wowgh. (Dispersedly. word. The watch-dogs bark:

Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This (Bur.) Bowgh, wowgh. (Dispersedly. Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first Hark, hark T'I hear

That e'er ! sighed for: pity

move my lather The strain of strutting chanticlere

To be inclin'd my way
Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.


0, if a virgin, Fer. Where should this musick be; i' the air, And your affection not gone forth, i'll make you or the earth ?

The queen of Naples

Pro. It sounds no more; and sure it waits upon

Soft, sir; one word more.Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,

They are both in either's powers: but this swift

business Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This musick crept by me upon the waters; I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Allaying both their fury and my passion,

14 side. With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,

Make the prize light-One word more ; I charge Or it hath drawn me rather :-But 'uis gone.

thee, No, it begins again.

That thou 'attend me : thou dost here tsirp Ariel sings

The name thog ow'st not; and hast put thyself

Upon this island, as a spy to win it
Full fathom five thy father lies;

From me, the lord on't.
of his bones are coral made;


No, as I am a man. Those are pearls that were his eyes : Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a Nothing of him that doth fade,

temple : But doth suffer a sea-change

If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Into something rich and strange.

Good things will strive to dwell with't. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:


Follow me. - To Ferd. [Burden, ding-dong. Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor-Come. Hark! now I hear them, -ding-dong, bell. I'll manacle thy neck and feet together; Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'a Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be father :

The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and This is no mortal business, nor no sound

husks, That the earth owes :- I hear it now above me. Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, , Fer:

No; And say, what thou seest yond'.

I will resist such entertainment, till Mira.

What is't? a spirit ? Mine enemy has more power. He draws Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, Mira.

O dear father, It carries a brave form :--but 'tis a spirit. Make not too rash a trial of him, for Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath He's gentle, and not fearful. such senses


What, I say. As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor" ; Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain's Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st conscience call him

Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward;
A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows, For I can here disarm thee with this stick,
And strays about to find them.

And make thy weapon drop:
I might call him Mira.

'Beseech, yon father! A thing divine; for nothing natural

Pro. Hence: hang not on my garments. I ever saw so noble.


Sir, have pity; Pro.

It goes on, I see, (Aside. I'll be his surety. As my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll Pro.

Silence ! one word more free thee

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Within two days for this.

An advocate for an impostor? hush! Fer.

Most sare, the goddess Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes On whom these airs attend !--Vouchsafe, my

as he, prayer

Having seen but him and Caliban : Foolish May know, if you remain upon this island;

And that you will some good instruction give, To the most of men this is a Caliban,
How I may bear me here: My prime request, And they to him are angels.
Which I do last pronounce, is, you wonder! Mira.

My affections If you be maid, or no?

Are then most humble; I have no ambition Mira.

No wonder, sir! To see a goodlier man. But, certainly a maid.

Come on; obey : [To Fer. Fer.

My language! heavens !-- Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
I am the best of them that speak this speech, And have no vigour in them.
Were I but where 'tis spoken.


So they are : Pro.

How! the best? My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,

Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders The wreck of all my friends, or this man's To hear thee speak of Naples; he does hear me ;

threats, And, that he does, 1 weep: myself am Naples; To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld Might I but through my prison once a day The king my father wreck'd.

Behold this maid : all corners else o' the earth, Mira.

Alack ! for mercy! Let liberty make use of : space enough
Fer. Yes, 'faith, and all his lords; the duke of Have 1 in such a prison.


It works :-Come on, And his brave son, being twain.

Thou hast done well, fine Arie!! - Follow me. Pro. The duke of Milan,

| To f'erand Mir And his more braver daughter,could control thee, Hark, what thou else shalt do me To Ariel, Il now 'twere fit to do't :-At the first sight Mirat.

Be of comfort; (Aside. My father is of a better nature, sir,


Than he appears by speech : this is unwonted, ldrenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their Which now came from him.

freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, Pro.

Thou shalt be as free than stain'd with salt water As mountain winds: but then exacıly do Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, All points of ray command.

would it not say, he lies ? Ari.

To the syllable. Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh

(Eseunt. as when we put them on first in Africk, at the

marriage of the king'a fair daughter Claribel to

the king of Tunis. ACT II.

Scb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper SCENE I. Another Part of the Island.

well ir, our returu. Enter Alonzo, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, a paragon to their queen

Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such Adrian, Francisco, and others.

Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have Ant. Widow ? a pox o' that! How came thal cause

widow iu ? Widow Dido! (So have we all) of joy; for our escape

Seb. What if he lrad said, widower Eneas Is much beyond our loss : our bint of wo too? good lord, how you take it! Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, Adr. Widow Dido, said you ? you make me The masters of some merchant, and the mer- study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tanis. chant,

Gun. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Have just our theme of wo: but for the miracle, Adr. Carthage? I mean our preservation, few in millions Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Can speak like ns: then wisely, good sir, weigh Ant. His word is more than the miraculous Our sorrow with our comfort.

han. Alon.

"Pr'ythee, peace.

Seb. He bath raised the wall and houses 100. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.

Ant. What impossible matter will he make Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. easy next? Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his Seb. I think, he will carry this island home in wit; by and by it will strike.

his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Gon. Sir,

Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Seb. One :--Tell.

bring forth more islands. Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's

Gon. Ay? offer'd,

Ant. Wly, in good time. Comes to the entertainer

Gon. Sir, we were talking that our garmenta Seb.

A dollar.

seem now as fresh as wlien we were at Tunis Gon. Dolour com:s to him, indeed; you have at the marriage of your daughter, who is now spoken truer than you purposed.

queen. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. you should.

Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Gon. Therefore, my lord,

Ant. 0, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue ! Gon. Is not, sir, any doublet as fresh as the Alon. J pr’ythee spare.

first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. Gon. Well, 1 have done : but yet

Ant. That sort was well fish'd for. Seb. He will be talking.

Gon. When I were i at your daughter's marAnt. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a riage? good wager, first begins to crow?

Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, Seb. The old cock.

against Ant. The cockrel.

The stomach of my sense : Would, I had never Seb. Done: The wager?

Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Ant. A laughter.

My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, Seb. A match.

Who is so far from Italy remov'd, Adr. Though this island seem to be a desert, 1 ne'er agaiu shall see her. Othon mine heir Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

or Naples and of Milan, what surange fish Ant. So, you've pay'd.

Hath made his meal on thee? Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, Fran.

Sir, he may live; Seb. Yet,

I saw him beat the surges under him, Adr. Yei

And ride upon their hacks; he trod the water, Ant. He could not miss it.

Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and The surge most avolu that met him: his bold hend delicate temperance.

'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis delivered.'

bow'd, Adr. The air breathes upon us here most As stooping to relieve him : I not doubt sweetly.

He came alive to land. Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. Alon.

No, no, he's gone. Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life. loss; Ant. True; save means to live.

That would not bless our Europe with your Seb. Or that there's none, or little.

daughter, Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks ? But rather lose her to an African; how green?

Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.,

Who hath calise to wet the grief on't. Seb. With an eye of green in't.


'Proythee, peace. Ant. He misses not much.

Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd Seb. No, he doth but mistake the truth totally. otherwise Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed By all of us; and the fair sonl herself almost beyond credii)

Weigh'd, between loathness and obedience, at Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have Gon. That our garments, being, as they were,

lost your son,

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I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have It is a comforter.
More widows in them of this business making:


We two, my lord, Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault's Will guard your person, while you take your Your own.

rest, Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.

And watch your safety. Gon.

My lord Sebastian, Alon. Thank you: Wondrous heavy. The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,

| Alonzo sleeps. Exit Ariel. And time to speak it in: you rub the sore,' Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses When you should bring the plaster.

them! Seb.

Very well. Ant. It is the quality of the climate. Ant. And most chirurgeonly.


Why Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, Doth it not then our eyelids sink ? I find not When you are cloudy.

Myself dispos'd to sleep.
Foul weather ?

Nor l; my spirits are nimble. Ant.

Very foul. They fell together all, as by consent ; Gon. Had la plantation of this isle, ny lord - They dropp'd, as by a thunder stroke. Whnt Ant. He'd sow it with nettle seed.

might Seb.

Or docks or mallows. Worthy Sebastian 1-0, what might 1-No Gon. And were the king of it, What would I moredo 7

And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,
Seb. 'Scape getting drunk, for want of wine. What that should'st be : the occasion speaks
Gon. P'the commonwealth I would by con- thee; and

My strmg imagination sees a crown
Execute all things: for no kind of traffick Dropping upon thy head.
Would I admit ; no name of magistrate;


What, art thou waking 1 Letters should not be known; riches, poverty, Ant. Do you not hear me speak ? And use of service, none; contract, succession, Seb.

I do; and surely, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil: Out of thy sleep: What is it thou didst say? No occupation; all men idle, all;

This is a strange repose, to be asleep And women too; but innocent and pure: With cyes wide open ; standing, speaking, moy. No sovereignty

ing, Seb.

And yet he would he king on't. And yet so fast asleep. Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth for

Noble Sebastian, gets the beginning.

Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die rather; wink'st Gon. All things in common 'nature should Whiles thou art waking. produce


Thou dost snore distinctly ; Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, There's meaning in thy snores. Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Ant. I am more serions than my custom : you Would not have; but nature should bring Must be so too, if heed me; which to do, forth,

Trebles thee o'er. Of its own kind, all foizen, all abundance, Seb.

Well; I am standing water. To feed my innocent people.

Ant. l'll teach you how to flow Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects ? Seb.

Do so: to ebb, Ant. None, man;

all idle, whores, and knaves. Hereditary sloth instructs thee. Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, Ant.

O, To excel the golden age.

If you but knew how you the purpose cherish, Seb.

'Save his majesty ! Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, Ant. Long live Gonzalo!

Yon more invest it. Ebbing men, indeed, Gon.

And, do you mark me, sir ?- Most often do so near the bottom run, Alon. Pr'y thee, no more: thou dost talk to- By their own sear, or sloth. thing to me.


'Proythee, say on: Gon. I do well believe your highness; and the setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, A matter from thee; and a birth, indeer, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs, that which throcs thee' much to yield. they always nse to langh at nothing.


7. Thus, sir: Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.

Although this lord of weak remembrance, this Gon. Who in this kind of merry fooling, am (Who shall be of as little memory, nothing to you ; so you may continue, and when he is earth’d,) hath here almost persuaded laugh at nothing still.

(For he's a spirit of persriasion, only Ant. What a blow was there given !

Professes to persuade) the king, his son's alive; Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.

"Tis as impossible that he's undrown', Gon. You are gentlemen of bruve mettle : you As he that sleeps here, swims would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she Seb.

J have no hope would continue in it five weeks without changing. That he's undrown'd. Enter Ariel invisible, playing solemn Musick. What great hop2 have you? no hope, that way, is

0, out of that no hope, Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Another way so high a hope, that ever?" Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, Gon. No,' warrant you; I will not adventure But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, my discretion so weakly Will you laugh me

with me, sleep, for I am very heavy ?

That Ferdinand is drown'd? Ant. Go and hear as.


He's gone

Then tell me, Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine Who's the next heir of Naples ? eyes


Claribel. Would, with then:selves, shut up my thoughts: Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells

Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from They are inclin'd to do so.

Naples Seb.

Can have no note, unless the sun were post, Do not omit the heavy offer of it:

(The man i' the moon's too slow,) till new-born It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,


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