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So they are:
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's of a better nature, sir,
SCENE I. Another Part of the Island. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco, and others.
Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause
Ant. He could not miss it.
Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance.
Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.
Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered.
Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.
Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen.
Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life.
Ant. True; save means to live.
Seb. Of that there's none, or little.
Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks? how
Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.
Seb. With an eye of green in't.
Ant. He misses not much.
Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is, indeed, almost beyond credit)
Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.
Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their freshness and glosses; being rather new dy'd, than stain'd with salt water.
Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say, He lies?
Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Africk, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel, to the king of Tunis.
Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.
Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with such a paragon to their queen.
Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.
Ant. Widow a pox o'that! How came that, widow in? Widow Dido!
Seb. What if he had said widower Eneas too? good lord, how you take it!
Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me study of that she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
Adr. Carthage ?
GOR. I assure you, Carthage.
Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp.
Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands. Gon. Ay?
Ant. Why, in good time.
Gon. Sir, we were talking that our garments seem as fresh, as when we were at Tunis, at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Ant. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.
Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.
Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.
Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?
I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir
Sir, he may live;
The surge most swoln that met him his bold head
To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd
No, no, he's gone.
Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss;
Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye,
Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.
Ant. And most chirurgeonly.
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
Or docks, or mallows.
name of magistrate;
Letters should not be known; no use of service,
Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none :
No occupation; all men idle, all
And women too; but innocent and pure :
Gon. All things in common nature should produce
Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects?
'Save his majesty!
Ant. Long live Gonzalo !
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.
Gon. 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 !
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 Music. 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 asleep, 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 themselves, shut up my thoughts: Ifind, They are inclined to do so.
Please you, sir,
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
We two, my lord,
Will guard your person, while you take your rest,
Thank you: wondrous heavy.
Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not
Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
What, art thou waking?
I do; and, surely,
Thou let'st thy fortune sleep die rather; wink'st
Thou dost snore distinctly;
Well; I am standing water.
Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Do so to ebb,
If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Pr'ythee, say on:
The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
O, out of that no hope,
We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again;
Ant. A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out, How shal! that Claribel Measure us back to Naples ?-Keep in Tunis, And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no worse 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 chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
And how does your content
You did supplant your brother Prospero. Ant.
And look, how well my garments sit upon me;
Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kibe,
If he were that which now he's like; whom 1,
Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,
Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king!
[They awake. Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you Wherefore this ghastly looking? [drawn! 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.
I heard nothing. Ant. O, 'was 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 I shak'd you, sir, and cry'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 weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground: and let's make further For my poor son. [search Heavens keep him from these beasts! For he is, sure, i'the island.
Alon. 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.
Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up
Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me,
Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; 1 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. A strange fish! Were I in England now (as once I was), and had 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 thunderbolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here 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 a-shoreThis 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 Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, But none of us car'd for Kate: For she had a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang: She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch, Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch: Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. This is 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, while Stephano breathes at nostrils.
Cal. The spirit torments me: 0!
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 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 1 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 thunder
Fer. There be some sports are painful; but their Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness labour
stroke-But art thou not drowned, Stephano?
is not constant.
Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. That's a brave ged, and bears celestial liquor:" I will kneel to him.
Ste. How didst thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors. heaved overboard, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was
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; swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.
Ste. Here, kiss the book: though thou canst swim like a duck, that 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, 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, 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-I headed monster: a most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him,
Ste. Come, kiss.
Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be
As heavy to me as 'tis odious; but
Enter Miranda; and Prospero at a Distance.
As well as it does you
No, precious creature: I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by. It would become me and I shou d do it for my good will is to it, Peor worm thou art infected; This visitation shows it. Mira. You look wearily. [me, Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with 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 broke 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 lik'd 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 Of every creature's best.
I do not know
One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Besides yourself, to like of: but I prattle
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 I would suffer
The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my soul speak;-
My heart fly to your service; there resides,
Do you love me?
Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound, And crown what I profess with kind event, If I speak true; if hollowly, invert What best is boded me, to mischief! I, Beyond all limit of what else i'the world, Do love, prize, honour you.
I am a fool,
To weep at what I am glad of.
The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!
And I thus humble ever.
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 Till half an hour hence. [farewell, Fer. A thousand! thousand! [Exeunt Fer, and Mira. Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are surpris'd 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.
SCENE II. Another Part of the Island. Enter Stephano and Trinculo; Caliban following with a Bottle.
Ste. Tell not me ;-when the butt is out, 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 in sack for my part, the sea cannot drown me: I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty leagues, off and on, by this light. Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard.
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-ca!f.
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 juste a constable: Why, thou deboshed fish thou, was there ever man a coward, that hath drunk so much sack as I 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
Trin. Lord, quoth he!-that a monster should be such a natural!
Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I pr'ythee. Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head; if you prove a mutineer, the next tree-The poor monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.
Čal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd To hearken once again the suit I made thee?
Ste. Marry will I kneel, and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.
Enter Ariel, invisible.
Cal. As I told thee
Before, I am subject to a tyrant;
A sorcerer, that by his cunning hath Cheated me of this island.
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. Mum then, and no more.-[To Caliban.] Proceed.
Cal. I say, by sorcery he got this isle; From me he got it. If thy greatness will Revenge it on him-for, I know, thou dar'st; But this thing dare not.
Ste. That's most certain.
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-ish 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.] As yon like this, give me the lie another time.
Trin. I did not give the lie:-Out o'your wits, and hearing too?A pox o'your bottle! this can sack, and drinking do.-A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers!
Cal. Ha, ha, ha!
Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pr'ythee stand further off.
Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time, I'll beat him too. Ste. Stand further.-Come, proceed. Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him I'the afternoon to sleep: there thou may'st brain him, Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, Or cut his wezand 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: I ne'er saw woman, But only Sycorax my dam, and she; But she as far surpasseth Sycorax, As greatest does least. Ste.
Is it so brave a lass? Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I 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, Trínculo?