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Water with berries in't; and teach me how
Cursed be I that did so!- All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other: when thou did'st not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known: But thy vile
Though thou did'st learn, had that in't which good
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 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.
No, pray thee! [Aside.
I must obey his art is of such power,
So, slave; hence!! [Erit CALIBAN.
Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing ;
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,
(The wild waves whist,)
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.
The watch-dogs bark:
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticlere
Fer. Where should this musick be? i' the air, or
It sounds no more: and sure it waits upon Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This musick crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather: - But 'tis gone. No, it begins again.
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong, bell.
Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd ta
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes : - I hear it now above me.
What is't? a spirit?
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
But, certainly a maid.
No wonder, sir;
My language! heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken.
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, A word, good sir;
I'll set thee free for this!
I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
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
That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.
I will resist such entertainment, till Mine enemy has more power.
O dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle, and not fearful.
Come on; obey: [To FERD Thy nerves are in their infancy again, And have no vigour in them.
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 I.- ·Another part of the Island.
Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause
Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of bis wit;
By and by it will strike.
Seb. One: Tell.
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.
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 th widow in? Widow Dido!
Seb. What if he had said, widower Eneas too?
Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's of- good lord, how you take it!
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.
Ant. The cockrel.
Seb. Done: the wager?
Ant. A laughter.
Set. A match.
Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,—
Ant. So, you've pay'd.
d. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, Seb. 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. Of that there's none, or little.
Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.
Seb. With an eye of green in't.
Ant. He misses not much.
Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed almost beyond credit)
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.
Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.
Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?
Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do?
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.
Execute all things: for no kind of traffick
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.
4. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.
Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am no. thing 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: 1 find,
They are inclin'd to do so.
Please you, sir,
O, out of that no hope,
What great hope have you! no hope, that
Another way so high an hope, that even
Musick. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible.
Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forthi,
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,
Who's the next heir of Naples?
Ant. She that is queen of Tunis: she that dwells
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.
A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel Keep in Tunis, Say, this were death
Measure us back to Naples?·
As this Gonzalo; I myself could make
And how does your content Tender your own good fortune?
You did supplant your brother Prospero.
And, look, how well my garments sit upon me;
Seb. But, for
Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe,
And melt, ere
No better than the earth he lies upon, they molest! Here lies your brother, 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.