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Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, SEB. He receives comfort like cold porridge. ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.

Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.

SEB. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; Gon. Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have By and by it will strike.

Gon. Sir, So have we all—of joy; for our escape

SEB. One:-tell. Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe

Gon. When every grief is entertain'd that's Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,

offer'd,
The masters a of some merchant, and the merchant, Comes to the entertainer-
Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle, SEB, A dollar.
I mean our preservation, few in millions

Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have
Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh spoken truer than you purposed.
Our sorrow with our comfort.

SEB. You have ta’en it wiselier than I meant Alon.

Prythee, peace. a The masters of some merchant, -] Capell reads, perhaps b SEB. A dollar. rightly, The master," &c.; and Steevens conjectures we should Gon. Dolour-]

The same quibble is found in "King Lear," Act II. Sc. 4, and “ The mistress of some merchant,"

in “Measure for Measure,” Act I. Sc. 2. Mistress being anciently spelt, maistresse or maistres.

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Gon. Therefore, my lord,

SEB. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his well in our return. tongue!

Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such Alox, I prythee spare.

a paragon to their queen. Gon. Well, I have done: but yet —

Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. SEB. He will be talking.

Ant. Widow ? a pox o' that! How came that Ant. Which, of he* or Adrian, for a good wager, widow in ? Widow Dido ! first begins to crow?

SEB. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? SEB. The old cock.

good lord, how you take it ! ANT. The cockrel.

ADR. Widow Dido, said you? you make me SEB. Done: the wager?

study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Ant. A laughter.

Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
SEB. A match !

Apr. Carthage ?
AUR. Though this island seem to be desert,- Gon. I assure you, Carthage.
SEB. Ha, ha, ha! So, you're paid."

Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp.o Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,- SEB. He hath raised the wall, and houses too. SEB. Yet,

Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy ADR. Yet,

next? ANT. He could not miss it.

Seb. I think he will carry this island home in ADR. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. delicate temperance.

Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

bring forth more islands. SEB. Ay, and a subtle ; as he must learnedly ALON. Ay!! delivered.

Ant. Why, in good time. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most Gon. Sir, we were talking that our garments sweetly.

seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the SEB. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. Ant. Or as 't were perfumed by a fen.

Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life. SEB. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. ANT. True ; save means to live.

Ant. 0, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido. SEB. Of that there's none, or little.

Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the Gox. How lush and lusty the grass looks ! first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. bow green!

Ant. That sort was well fish'd for. Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's SEB. With an eye of green in ’t.

marriage? ANT. He misses not much.

ALON. You cram these words into mine cars SEB. No ; he doth but mistake the truth totally.

against Gox. But the rarity of it is—which is indeed The stomach of my sense.

Would I had never almost beyond credit

Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, SEB. As many vouched rarities are.

My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, Gon. That our garnients, being, as they were, Who is so far from Italy removed, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir freshness and glosses ; being rather new dyed than Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish stained with salt water.

Hath made his meal on thee? Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, FRAN.

Sir, he

may would it not say, he lies ?

I saw him beat the surges under him, SEB. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,

Gon. Methinks our garments are now as fresh Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted as when we put them on first in Afric, at the The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd king of Tunis.

Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke

live;

Whick, of he or Adrian,-) So the old text, and rightly; compare the following from "Midsummer Night's Dream," Act 111. Se. 2:

" Now follow, if thou dar'st to try whose right,

Oj thine or mine, is most in Helena." The usual reading is hat adopted by Capell, “W of them, he or Adrian," &c. ; but Mr. Collier's annotator reads,

" Which, or he or Adrian," &c.

b Ha, ha, ha! So, you're paid.) In the old copies, “So, you're paid," is given to Antonio, wrongly.

• Temperance.] That is, temperature.
d Lush-) Succulent, juicy.
e-- the miraculous haip.] The harp of Amphion.

f Ay!) This sigh or exclamation, which the two next speeches show indisputably to have been uttered by the king, upon awaking from his trance of grief, has hitherto, in both old and modern editions, been assigned to Gonzalo.

No, no,

b

To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, As stooping to relieve him ; I not doubt

Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, He came alive to land.

Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, ALON.

he's
gone.

Of it own kind, all foizon, all abundance,
SEB. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great To feed my innocent people.(1)
loss,

SEB. No marrying ’mong his subjects ? That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, Ant. None, man; all idle,—whores and knaves, But rather lose her to an African ;

Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye,

To excel the golden age. Who hath cause to wet the grief on’t.

SEB.

Save his majesty! ALON.

Pr’ythee, peace.

Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! SEB. You were kneeld to, and importun'd Gon.

And, do

you
mark
me,

sir ? otherwise,

Alon. Prythee, no more: thou dost talk By all of us; and the fair soul herself

nothing to me. Weigh’d, between lothness and obedience, at

Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did Which end o' the beam she'd a bow. We have lost it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who your son,

are of such sensible and nimble lungs that they I fear, for ever. Milan and Naples have

always use to laugh at nothing. More widows in them of this business' making, Ant. 'Twas you we laugh’d at. Than we bring men to comfort them :

Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am The fault's your own.

nothing to you: so you may continue, and laugh ALON. So is the dear'st o' the loss.

at nothing still. Gon.

My lord Sebastian, Ant. What a blow was there given ! The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, SEB. An it had not fallen flat-long. And time to speak it in; you rub the sore,

Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle ; you When you should bring the plaster.

would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she SEB.

Very well.

would continue in it five weeks without changing. Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, When you are cloudy.

Enter Ariel, invisible, solemn Music playing. SEB.

Foul weather! ANT.

SEB. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.(2) Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,– Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Ant. He'd sow 't with nettle-seed.

Gon. No, I warrant you ; I will not adventure SEB.

Or docks, or mallows. my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me Gon. —And were the king on't, what would I do? asleep, for I am very heavy ? SEB. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Ant. Go sleep, and hear us. Gon. I the commonwealth I would by con

[AU sleep but ALON., SEB., and Ant. traries

Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine Execute all things ; for no kind of traffic

eyes Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ;

Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I Letters should not be known : riches, poverty,

find And use of service, none : contract, succession, They are inclin'd to do so. Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;

SEB.

Please you, sir, No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ;

Do not omit the heavy offer of it: No occupation; all men idle, all ;

It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, And women too,—but innocent and pure ;

It is a comforter. No sovereignty :

Ant.

We two, my lord,
SEB.
Yet he would be king on’t. Will guard your person

while

you

take your rest, Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth for- And watch your safety. gets the beginning.

ALON. Thank you.— Wondrous heavy. Gon. All things in common nature should

[ALON. sleeps. Exit ARIEL. produce,

Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them!

Very foul.

a Which end o' the beam she'd bow.) So Malone. The old text has,

" Which end o' th' beame should bow.Por which Capell substituted,

" Which end the beam should bow."

And Mr. Collier's annotator changes the "at" of the previous line to as, —

Which end," &c. b Foizon,-) Abundance, plenty.

He's gone.

Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.

'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd, SEB.

Why As he that sleeps here, swims. Doth it not, then, our eyelids sink? I find not SEB.

I have no hope Myself dispos'd to sleep.

That he's undrown'd.
Ant.
Nor I; my spirits are nimble. Ant.

0, out of that no hope, They fell together all, as by consent;

What great hope have you! no hope, that way,

is They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What Another way so high a hope, that even might,

Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, Worthy Sebastian—0, what might—no more:- But doubts * discovery there. Will you grant with And yet methinks I see it in thy face,

me, What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee; That Ferdinand is drown'd? and

SEB. My strong imagination sees a crown

ANT.

Then, tell me, Dropping upon thy head.

Who's the next heir of Naples ?
SEB.
What, art thou waking ? Seb.

Claribel.
ANT. Do you not hear me speak ?

Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that SEB. I do; and surely dwells

[Naples It is a sleepy language; and thou speak’st Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Out of thy sleep: what is it thou didst say y? Can have no note, unless the sun were post,This is a strange repose, to be asleep

The man i’ the moon 's too slow,--till new-born With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,

chins And yet so fast asleep.

Be rough and razorable ; she, from whom
ANT.
Noble Sebastian,

We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast Thou lett'st thy fortune sleep,--die rather ; wink'st

again; Whiles thou art waking:

And, by that destiny," to perform an act, SEB.

Thou dost snore distinctly; Whereof what 's past is prologue; what to come, There's meaning in thy snores.

In yours and my discharge. Axt. I am more serious than my custom : you

SEB. What stuff is this ?-How say you ? Must be so too, if heed me; which to do

'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis: Trebles thee oʻer.

So is she heir of Naples ; 'twixt which regions SEB. Well, I am standing water.

There is some space. Ant. I'll teach you how to dow.

ANT.

A
space
whose

every cubit SEB.

Do so: to ebb, Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel Hereditary sloth instructs me.

Measure us back to Naples ? Keep in Tunis, ANT.

0,

And let Sebastian wake !-Say, this were death If you but knew how

you

the purpose cherish That now hath seiz’d them ; why, they were no Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,

[Naples You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,

Than now they are.

There be that can rule Most often do so near the bottom run,

As well as he that sleeps ; lords that can prate By their own fear or sloth.

As amply and unnecessarily SxB.

Prythee, say on : As this Gonzalo; I myself could make The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim A chough of as deep chat. O, that you

bore A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,

The mind that I do! what a sleep were this Which throes thee much to yield.

For your advancement! Do

you

understand me? ANT.

Thus, sir :

SEB. Methinks I do. Although this lord of weak remembrance," this,- Ant.

And how does your content Who shall be of as little memory (suaded, — Tender your own good fortune ? When he is earth’d,—hath here almost per

SEB.

I remember, For he's a spirit of persuasion, only

You did supplant your brother Prospero. Professes to persuade,—the king his son's alive, ANT.

worse

True:

C

2 of weak remembrance,-) of feeble memory.

b Prosesses to persuade,-) The entanglement in this speech may have arisen from the retention of the poet's first, as well as of his reconsidered thought. By reading tlie passage without the words, “ Professes to persuade," as Steevens justly remarks, “nothing is wanting to its sense or metre;

hath here almost persuaded,
For he's a spirit of persuasion only,-
The king, his son's alive," &c.

(*) Old text, doubt.
she, from whom-) That is, coming from whom. The old
text has,-

she that from whom."
Rowe made the correction.
And, by that destiny,-) We should possibly read, -

though some cast again,-
And that by destiny, -to performa," &c.

а

And look how well my garments sit upon me;

Alon. [Waking.]

What's the matter ? Much feater than before : my brother's servants SEB. Whiles we stood here securing your Were then my fellows ; now they are my men.

repose, SEB. But, for your conscience,

Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that ? if it were a Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you ? kibe,

It struck mine ear most terribly. ’T would put me to my slipper : but I feel not

Alon.

I heard nothing. This deity in my bosom ; twenty consciences, Ant. O, ’t was a din to fright a monster's That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,

ear; And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your To make an earthquake ! sure, it was the roar brother,

Of a whole herd of lions. No better than the earth he lies upon,

Alon.

Heard

you this, Gonzalo ? If he were that which now he's like, that's dead,- Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it,

humming, Can lay to bed for ever ; whiles you, doing thus, And that a strange one too, which did awake To the perpetual wink for aye might put This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who

I shak'd you, sir, and cried ; as mine eyes Should not upbraid our course.

For all the rest,

open'd, They'll take suggestion" as a cat laps milk; I saw their weapons drawn :— there was a noise, They'll tell the clock to any business that That's verity.d 'T is best we stand upon our We say befits the hour.

guard, SEB.

Thy case,

dear friend, Or that we quit this place : let 's draw our Shall be my precedent; as thou gott'st Milan,

weapons. I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword; one Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make stroke

further search Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st; For my poor son. And I the king shall love thee.

Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts ! ANT.

Draw together ; For he is, sure, i' the island.
And when I rear my hand, do you

the like,
ALON.

Lead away. (Exeunt. To fall it on Gonzalo.

ARI. Prospero my lord shall know what I have SEB. O, but one word. [They converse a part,

done :

So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exit. Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible.

me:

a

SCENE II.- Another Part of the Island.

Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood.

A noise of thunder heard.

Ari. My master through his art foresees the

danger That you,

his friend, are in; and sends me forth, For else his project dies,-to keep them living.

[Sings in Gonzalo's ear.
While you here do snoring lie,
Open-eyed Conspiracy

His time doth take :
If of life you keep a care,
Shake off slumber, and beware.

Awake! awake !
Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
Gon. [Waking.] Now, good angels, preserve

the king!
Why, how now?c ho, awake! Why are you

drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking ?

Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, 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
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle are they set upon me,
Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after, bite me; then like hedgehogs, which
Lie tumbling in my

barefoot and mount

way,

a Suggestion--] Has before been explained to mean, temptation.

b To keep them liring.) Mr. Dyce reads, “. to keep thee living," wbich is preferable to any alteration of the passage yet suggested ; but we are not convinced that change is required.

c Why, how now! ho, awake! &c.) In the old copy, and in every subsequent edition, this speech is given to the king and the next to Gonzalo, but erroneously, as we think is evident from the language, the business of the scene, and from what Gonzalo

presently says:

“- I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me : I shak'd you, sir, and cried; as mine eyes open'd,

I saw their weapons drawn." d That's verity.) So l'ope; the old text having, “That's verlly."

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