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Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Ari. I pr'ythee Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge, or grumblings. Thou didst promise
To bate me a full year.
Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
Pro. Thou dost; and think'st it much, to tread the ooze
Of the salt deep,
To run upon the sharp wind of the north, To do me business in the veins o' th' earth, When it is bak'd with frost.
I do not, sir.
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy,
Thou hast. Where was she born?
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she
They would not take her life. Is not this true?
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought
And here was left by th' sailors. Thou, my slave
As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this
(Save for the son that she did litter here,
Yes; Caliban, her son.
Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Do so, and after two days
Pro. Go, make thyself like a nymph o' th' sea:
To no sight but thine and mine; invisible
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;
Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Shake it off. Come on:
We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
'Tis a villain, sir,
But, as 'tis,
I do not love to look on.
Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within.
Come, thou tortoise! when?
Enter ARIEL, like a Water-nymph.
Cal. As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd
Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up;
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me,—
Water with berries in 't, and teach me how
And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle,
Curs'd be I that did so!-All the charms
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
No, 'pray thee!
So, slave; hence!
[Exit CALIBAN. Enter FERDINAND, and ARIEL (invisible,) playing and singing.
ARI. Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticlere
Fer. Where should this music be? i' th' air,
It sounds no more;-and sure, it waits upon
Full fadom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Pro. [To FER.] Follow me.
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come.
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
I will resist such entertainment, till
What! I say: My foot my tutor?-Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy
Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward,
Beseech you, father! Pro. Hence! hang not on my garments. Mira.
Sir, have pity:
I'll be his surety.
Are then most humble: I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.
Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
[To FER.] Come on; obey:
So they are:
And have no vigour in them.
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
To whom I am subdu'd, are but light to me,
[Aside.] It works.
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-
My father's of a better nature, sir,
Pro. [To ARIEL.] Thou shalt be as free
SCENE I.-Another Part of the Island.
Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO,
Gon. BESEECH you, sir, be merry: you have
(So have we all) of joy; for our escape
Gon. When every grief is entertain'd that's Comes to th' entertainer
Seb. A dollar. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spoken truer than you purpos'd.
Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.
Gon. Therefore, my lord,—
Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his
Alon. I pr'ythee, spare.
Gon. Well, I have done. But yet
Seb. He will be talking.
Ant. Which of them, he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow? Seb. The old cock.
Ant. The cockrel.
Seb. Done. The wager?
Seb. A match.
Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,-
Seb. So, you're paid.
Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,-
Ant. He could not miss 't.
Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life.
Seb. Of that there's none, or little.
Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.
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, drench'd 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 Afric, 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.
a paragon to their Queen.
Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.
Ant. How came that widow in? Widow Dido!
Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas 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.
Gon. I assure you, Carthage.
Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp.
Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy next?
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. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem now 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. [riage? Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marAlon. You cram these words into mine ears, against
Would I had never
The stomach of my sense.
I ne'er again shall see her. O thou, mine heir
Sir, he may live. I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs: he trod the water, Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted The surge most swoln that met him: his bold head 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To th' shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, As stooping to relieve him. I not doubt, He came alive to land.
Ant. And most chirurgeonly. Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, When you are cloudy.
Foul weather? Very foul. Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,Ant. He'd sow 't with nettle-seed. Seb. Or docks, or mallows. Gon. And were the King on 't, what would I do?
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Gon. I' th' commonwealth I would by contraries
Execute all things; for no kind of traffic
And women too, but innocent and pure:
Seb. Yet he would be king on 't.
Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.
Gon. All things in common, Nature should produce
Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,
Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance,
I would with such perfection govern, sir,
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, 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 [I find, Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: They are inclined to do so. Please you, sir, Do not omit the heavy offer of it: It seldom visits sorrow: when it doth, It is a comforter. Ant.
We two, my lord, Will guard your person while you take your rest, And watch your safety. Alon.
Thank you. Wondrous heavy. [ALONSO sleeps. Exit ARIEL. Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Ant. It is the quality o' th' climate. Why Doth it not, then, our eye-lids sink? I find not Myself dispos'd to sleep.
Nor I: my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent; [might, They dropp'd as by a thunder-stroke. What Worthy Sebastian?-0! what might?-No
Pr'ythee, say on.
That he's undrown'd.
I have no hope
Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if 't were a kybe,
Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you, doing thus,
O! but one word. [They converse apart. Enter ARIEL, with Music and Song.
O! out of that no hope,
What great hope have you! No hope, that way, is
That Ferdinand is drown'd?
Who's the next heir of Naples ?
Can have no note, unless the sun were post,
Be rough and razorable; she, from whom
Ari. My master through his art foresees the
That you, his friend, 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.
We all were sea-swallowed, though some cast Wherefore this ghastly looking?
And by that destiny to perform an act,
Seb. What stuff is this!-How say you?
As this Gonzalo: I myself could make
And how does your content
You did supplant your brother Prospero.
Heard you this, Gonzalo? Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming[me. And that a strange one, too,-which did awake I shak'd you, sir, and cri'd: as mine eyes open'd, I saw their weapons drawn.-There was a noise, That's verity: 'tis best we stand upon our guard, Or that we quit this place. Let's draw our weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground, and let's make farther search
For my poor son.
Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts, For he is, sure, i' th' island.
Lead away. [Exeunt.
Ari. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have
So, King, go safely on to seek thy son.