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This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes: - I hear it now above me.
As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest,
A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,
I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever saw so noble.
How! the best? What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples: He does hear me ; And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck'd.
And his brave son, being twain.
Pro. The duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could control thee, If now 'twere fit to do't: At the first sight [Aside. They have chang'd eyes: - Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this! A word, good sir; I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that c'er I saw; the first That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father To be inclin'd my way!
O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [Aside.
That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
I will resist such entertainment, till
My foot my tutor! Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike, thy con
Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward;
Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments. Mira.
I'll be his surety.
Beseech you, father!
Sir, have pity;
Silence! one word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he,
Fer. So they are: My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth Let liberty make use of; space enough Have I in such a prison.
SCENE L-Another part of the Island.
Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO,
Gen. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause
Pr'ythee, peace. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.
&b. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit;
By and by it will strike.
&b. One:- Tell.
Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.
drenched in the sea, aold, notwithstanding, their Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, 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.
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 Æneas too?
Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's of good lord, how you take it!
Comes to the entertainer —
Sch. A dollar.
Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spoken truer than you purposed.
&b. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.
Gon. Therefore, my lord,—
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.
Ant. Fye, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! next?
Gon. Well, I have done: But yet
Seb. He will be talking.
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,
Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good bring forth more islands.
wager, first begins to crow?
Seb. The old cock.
Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance.
Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.
Air. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life.
Sb. Of that there's none, or little.
Gem. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.
Sch. With an eye of green in't.
Ant. He misses not much.
Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
Gan. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed almost beyond credit)
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. That sort was well fish'd for.
Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?
Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, -
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.
Execute all things: for no kind of traffick
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 '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?
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 eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I
O, out of that no hope,
What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is Another way so high an hope, that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
Musick. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible.
Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth,
But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with me, (For else his project dies,) to keep them living. That Ferdinand is drown'd?
Then, tell me,
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.
As this Gonzalo; I myself could make
And how does your content Tender your own good fortune?
You did supplant your brother Prospero.
Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe, Twould put me to my slipper: But I feel not This deity in my bosom; twenty consciences, That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they, And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, No better than the earth he lies upon, If he were that which now he's like: whom I, With this obedient steel, three inches of it, Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus, To the perpetual wink for aye might put This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
[Sings in GONZALO's ear.
While you here do snoaring lie
His time doth take:
If of life you keep a care,
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 drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking?
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.
For every trifle are they set upon me :
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; I 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 chuse 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 but 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 thunder-bolt. [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.
Here shall I die a-shore ;
This 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,
For she had a tongue with a tang,
She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
This is a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort.
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: O!
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 beBut 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 I 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 thunderstroke: But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm over-blown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm: And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd!
Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.
Cal. These be fine things, and if they be not sprites.
That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:
Ste. How did'st 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 over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast a-shore.
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; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.
Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.
Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this? legs; who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock the devil should he learn our language? I will give by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, him some relief, if it be but for that: If I can re-moon-calf? how does thine ague? cover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples
Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven?