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Enter CALIBAN.

Col. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er.

cramps,

Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have Jack the 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.

I must eat my dinner. Cal. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st

give me

Water with berries in't; and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fer-
tile;
Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the island.

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Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid you, For learning me your language!

Pro.

Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice? If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps. ; Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

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Cal.
No, pray thee!
I must obey his art is of such power,
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.

[Aside.

Pro.

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So, slave; hence!

[Exit CALIBAN. Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing ; FERDINAND following him.

ARIEL'S Song.

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Fer. Where should this musick be? i' the air, or the earth?

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Within two days for this.

Fer. Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend!. Vouchsafe, my prayer May know, if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction give, How I may bear me here: My prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! If you be maid or no? Mira.

No wonder, sir;

But, certainly a maid.
Fer.

My language! heavens !
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

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Pro. 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.

Mira.

Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his Lords; the duke of Milan,

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 e'er I saw; the first That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father To be inclin'd my way!

Fer.

O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples.

Pro.

Soft, sir; one word more. They are both in either's powers; but this swift - business

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [Aside. Make the prize light. - One word more; I charge

thee, That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself

Upon this island, as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on't.

Fer.

No, as I am a man.

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in s ch a
temple:

If the ill spirit have so fair an house,
Good things will strive to dwell with't.
Pro.
Follow me. --
[TO FER
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come.
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.

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Fer.

I will resist such entertainment, till
Mine enemy has more power.
Mira.

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Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle, and not fearful.

No;

[He draws

O dear father,

Pro.

What, I say, My foot my tutor! Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike, thy con science

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Ant. The cockrel.

Seb. Done: the wager?

Ant. A laughter.

Seb. A match.

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Gon. Therefore, my lord,

Ant. Fye, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! next?
Alon. I pr'ythee spare.

Gon. Well, I have done: But yet

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Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

Seb. With an eye of green in't.

Ant. He misses not much.

Seb. He will be talking.

Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good bring forth more islands. wager, first begins to crow?

Seb. The old cock.

Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.

Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen.
Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life.
Ant. True; save means to live.
Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how

green!

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 garinents 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.

Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed albeyond credit)

most

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 Eneas 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?

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

Ant. He could not miss it.

Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance.

against

The stomach of my sense: 'Would I had never
Married my daughter there! for, coming thence,

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly de- My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, livered.

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,

Gon. Ay?

Ant. Why, in good tine.

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.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears,

Who is so far from Italy remov'd,

I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir
Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Hath made his meal on thee!

Fran.

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 the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd,
As stooping to relieve him; I not doubt,
He came alive to land.

Alon.

No, no, hesgone

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Execute all things: for no kind of traffick
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters should not be known; no use of service,
Of riches, or of poverty; no contracts,
Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none :
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil:
No occupation; all men idle, all;
And women too; but innocent and pure :
No sovereignty:
Seb.
And yet he would be king on't.
Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets
the beginning.

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Gon. All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.

Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects?

Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves, Gon. I would with such perfection govern. sir, To excel the golden age.

'Save his majesty!

Seb.
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.

1. "Twas you we laugh'd at.

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Seb. 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.
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Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them?
Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.
Seb.
Why
Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I find not
Myself dispos'd to sleep.

Ant.

Nor I; my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Worthy Sebastian?-O, what might ?-No more:And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee; and

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Pr'ythee, say on: The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, Which throes thee much to yield.

Ant.

Thus, sir:
Although this lord of weak remembrance, this
(Who shall be of as little memory,
When he is earth'd,) hath here almost persuaded
(For he's a spirit of persuasion only,)
The king, his son's alive: 'tis as impossible
That he's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here, swims.
Seb. I have no hope

That he's undrown'd.

Seb.
Ant.

Who's the next heir of Naples?
Seb.

Claribel.

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.

O, out of that no hope,

Musick. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible.

What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is
Another way so high an hope, that even
Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
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?

He's gone.

[Sings in GONZALO's ear.
While you here do snoaring lie
Open-ey'd conspiracy

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

Then, tell me,

Ant.

A space whose every cubit

Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel
Measure us back to Naples? ·
Keep in Tunis,
And let Sebastian wake!— Say, this were death
That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no worse
Than now they are: There be, that can rule Naples,
As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate
As amply and unnecessarily,

As this Gonzalo; I myself could make
A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
For your advancement! Do you understand me?

Seb. Methinks, I do.

Ant.

Tender your own
And how does your content
good fortune?

Seb.

You did supplant your brother Prospero.

Ant.

I remember,

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True:

And, look, how well my garments sit upon me;
Much feater than before: My brother's servants
Were then my fellows, now they are my men.

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Seb. But, for

conscienceyour Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe, put me to my slipper: But I feel not This deity in my bosom; twenty consciences,

'Twould

That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,

And melt,

No better than the earth he lies upon,
ere they molest! Here lies your brother,

They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.
Seb.

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
not upbraid our course. For all the rest,

Should

Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st;
And I the king shall love thee.

Ant.
Draw together:
And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.

Seb.

O, but one word.

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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.

Alon.

I heard nothing.
Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear;
To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.

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Alon.

Heard you this, Gonzalo?
Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming,
And that a strange one too, which did awake me:
I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd,
I saw their weapons drawn :- there was a noise,
That's verity: 'Best stand upon our guard;
Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.
Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make fur-
ther search

For my poor son.

Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts!
For he is, sure, i' the island.
Alon.

Lead away. Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done : [Aside. So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt.

SCENE II. - 1
· Another part of the Island.
Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood.
A noise of thunder heard.

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 fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid them; but

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