Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did, I will be correspondent to command, Pardon, master: Do so; and after two days I will discharge thee. [Exit Ariel. -Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake! Mir. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me. Pro. Shake it off: Come on; We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Yields us kind answer. But, as 'tis, I do not love to look on. Pro. Cal. [Within] There's wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for thee: Come forth, thou tortoise! when ? Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, child, And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, A dozen years; within which space she died, And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans, A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with And blister you all o'er ! Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them. Cal. Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile ; Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Who had'st deserv'd more than a prison. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Pro. What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps ; No, pray thee!- I must obey: his art is of such power, Pre. So, slave; hence! [Exit Cal. Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing, and singing ; Ferdinand following him. ARIEL'S SONG. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands : Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd, And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Bur. Bowgh, wowgh The watchdogs bark: Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. Fer. No wonder, sir; My language! heavens!- Pro. Mir. [dispersedly. Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth? Pro. [Aside. I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father Fer. O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Pro. Soft, sir; one word more. They are both in either's powers: but this swift busi ACT II SCENE I. Another part of the Island. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco, and others. Gonzalo. 'BESEECH you, sir, be merry: you have cause Pr'ythee, peace. Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike. Gon. Sir,- Seb. One-Tell. Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd, Comes to the entertainer Seb. A dollar. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spoken truer than you purposed. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should. Gon. Therefore, my lord,→→ Ant. Fye, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! 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? [To Ferd. Ant. A laughter. The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, It works:Come on. Pro. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!--Follow me.[To Ferd. and Mira. Seb. A match. Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, Seb. Ha ha! ha! Ant. So you've pay'd. Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,— Seb. Yet, Adr. Yet, 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, ns 'twere perfumed by a fen. [To Ariel.] Hark, what thou else shalt do me. Mir. Be of comfort: Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost your not say, he lies? Seb Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Gen. 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 Tanis. 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. o'that! How came that widow Gen. Not since widow Dido's time. Ant. Widow? a pox 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. Adr. Carthage? Gen. I assure you, Carthage. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy pext? Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. son, I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have More widows in them of this business' making, Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. Gon. My lord Sebastian, The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, Very well. Ant. And most chirurgeonly. Seb. Ant. Foul weather? Very foul. Seb. Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none: forth more islands. GOR. Ay? Ant. Why, in good time. Gan. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the marri age of your daughter, who is now queen. Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Ant. 0, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil: No occupation; all men idle, all; Seb. Gon. All things in common nature should produce Gen. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, 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 Hath made his meal on thee! By all of us; and the fair soul herself Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! 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 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. Who's the next heir of Naples? Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples Can have no note, unless the sun were post, (The man i' the moon's too slow,) till new-born chins Be rough and razorable: she, from whom We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again; And, by that, destin'd to perform an act, Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, In yours and my discharge. Seb. What stuff is this?-how say you? 'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis ; So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions There is some space. Ant. A space, whose every cubit As this Gonzalo ; I myself could make I remember, And, look, how well my garments sit upon me; Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? If it were a kybe, If he were that which now he's like; whom I, Seb. Thy case, dear friend, Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan, I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke Ant. O, but one word. [They converse apart. Music. Re-enter Ariel, invisible. Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger That these, his friends, are in ; and sends me forth, (For else his project dies,) to keep them living. [Sings in Gonzalo's ear |