(Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with A human shape. Ari. Yes; Caliban, her son. Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in: thy groans Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Could not again undo; it was mine art, When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape The pine, and let thee out. Ari. I thank thee, master. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Pro. Do so; and after two days Ari. That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Mira. The strangeness of your story put Pro. Shake it off: Come on; We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Mira. 'Tis a villain, sir, Pro. But, as 'tis, We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Cal. [Within. There's wood enough within. for thee: cramps, In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest of the island. Pro. Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have us'd thee, Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child. Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour Hark, Hark! I hear Dispersedly. [Dispersedly. The strain of strutting chanticlere Fer. Where should this musick be? i' the air, or the earth? It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon • ARIEL sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father : This is no mortal business, nor no sound Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say, what thou seest yond'. Mira. What is't? a spirit? Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call him A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, And strays about to find them. Mira. I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. Pro. It goes on, [Aside. As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll I'll manacle thy neck and feet together: free thee Within two days for this. Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be husks Fer. Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe, my Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow. What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? Mira. Alack, for mercy! Fer. No; Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; Mira. Beseech you, father! Pro. Hence! hang not on my garments. I'll be his surety. Pro. Silence: one word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke An advocate for an impostor? hush! Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes as he, Having seen but him and Caliban: Foolish To the most of men this is a Caliban, Mira. My affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man. Pro. Come on; obey: Thy nerves are in their infancy again, And have no vigour in them. [To Ferd. This Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first Fer. So they are: That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father, Fer. O, if a virgin, My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Mira. Be of comfort; My father's of a better nature, sir, Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such As mountain winds: but then exactly do Pro. Thou shalt be as free Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come. Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt. ACT II. 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 tally. 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 graced before with such a paragon to their queen. Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good study of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. wager, first begins to crow ? Seb. The old cock. Gon. Therefore, my lord, Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. tongue! Ant. Widow? a pox o' that! How came that widow in? Widow Dido! Alon. I pr'ythee, spare. Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas Gon. Well, I have done: But yet too? good lord, how you take it! Seb. He will be talking. Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me Ant. The cockrel. Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous Seb. Done: The wager? Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, Ant. So, you've paid. Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,-- his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and Ant. Why, in good time. 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. Ant. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. Execute all things: for no kind of traffick Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the Would I admit; no name of magistrate; 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? Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, against The stomach of my sense: 'Would I had never I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Fran. Sir, he may live; I saw him beat the surges under him, 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Alon. No, no, he's gone. Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss; That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, But rather lose her to an African; Alon. Pr'ythee, peace. Seb. You were kneel'd to, and impórtun'd otherwise By all of us; and the fair soul herself lost your son, I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. Gon. My lord Sebastian, The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, When you should bring the plaster. Seb. Very well. Ant. And most chirurgeonly. Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, When you are cloudy. Seb. Foul weather? Ant. Very foul. : Letters should not be known; no use of service, Seb. And 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, Seb. No marrying among his subjects? Ant. None, man; all idle; whores, and knaves. Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, To excel the golden age. Seb. 'Save his majesty! Ant. Long live Gonzalo! Gon. And, do you mark me, sir? Alon. Pr'ythee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me. 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? Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. 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 musick. 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 Seb. Please you, sir, It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, It is a comforter. Ant. We two, my lord, Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, - Do not omit the heavy offer of it: Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed. Seb. Or docks, or mallows. Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do? Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by con traries Will guard your person, while you take your rest, And watch your safety. Alon. Thank you: Wond'rous heavy. Alonso sleeps.-Exit Ariel. |