The Dramatic Works of Shakespeare

II.

Seb. You were kneel'd to, and impórtun'd otherwise
By all of us; and the fair soul herself

Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find, They are inclin'd to do so.

Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at

Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost Do not omit the heavy offer of it:

Seb. Please you, sir,

It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,

Ant. We two, my lord,

Will guard your person, while you take your rest,

Alon. Thank you: Wond'rous heavy.

[Alonso sleeps. - Exit Ariel.

Than we bring men to comfort them: the fault's Your own.

Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.

Gon. My lord Sebastian,

The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,

ak it in: you rub the sore,

And time to speak it

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 clondy.

Seb. Foul weather?

Ant. Very foul.

Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, 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 contraries
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:

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 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 dosttalk 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 AMEL 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?

It is a comforter.

And watch your safety.

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 disposed 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
My strong imagination sees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.

Seb. What, art thou waking?

Ant. Do you not hear me speak?

Seb. I do; and, surely,

It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st
Out of thy sleep: What is it thou didst say?
This is a strange repose, to be asleep

With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
And yet so fast asleep.

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.

Ant. 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,
But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with me,
That Ferdinand is drown'd?

Seb. He's gone.

Ant. Then, tell me,

Who's the next heir of Naples? Seb. Claribel.

Ans. 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

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.

Ans. And how does your content

Tender your own good fortune?
Sed. I remember,

You did supplant your brother Prospero.
Ant. True:

Aud, 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.

Wherefore this ghastly looking?

Sed. But, for your conscience -
Ans. 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 'twist 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,
Cau lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for ave might put
This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps miiks
They'll tell the clock to any business, that
We say beats the hour.

Seb. Thy case, dear friend,

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.

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 further

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

Cal. All the infectious that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
Aud 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
For every trifle are they set upon me:

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.

While you here do snoring lie,
Open-ev'd conspiracy

His time doth take
If of life you keep a care.
Saate of lumber, und beware
Awake' Awaite!

Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
Aud after, bite me: then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fail: sometime am I
All wound withadiers, who, with cloven tongues,
Do hiss me into madness-Lo! now: lo!

Enter ThisCTLO.

Here comes a spirit of his and to torment me,
For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall that;
Perchance, he will not mind me.

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing: Thear it singi the wind: yond' same black cloud, vond 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: vond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailtuls. - What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or alive? Atish: he smells lik. fish: avery ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, m of the newest, Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this tish 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 i like a man! and his ins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer: this is no tish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunder-bolt. Thunder. Alas! the storm is come again my best wayr

is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shel- But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now,

ter here about: 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.
Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,
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,

But none of us car'd for Kate:

For she had a tongue with a tang,

Would cry to a sailor, Gohang:

She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er she diditch:

Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang.
This is a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort.
[Drinks.

Cal. Do not torment me: 0!

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 tormentsme: O!

Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs; who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief, if it be but for that: If I can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat'sleather.

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 be - But 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 wineinmy bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: Come, - Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth.

frin. 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: ifany 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?

Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites.
That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:
I will kneel to him.

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 ashore.

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.

Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this?

Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wineis hid.-How now, mooncalf? how does thine ague?

Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven?

Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was.

Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee: My mistress shewed me thee, thy dog, and bush. Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnishit anon with new contents: swear!

Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster:-I afeard of him? - a very weak monster:-the man i' the moon?-a most poor credulous monster:-Well drawn, monster, in good sooth.

Cal. I'll shew thee every fertile inch o'the island; And kiss the foot: I pr'ythee, be my god!

Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster! when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. Cal. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myselfthy subject. Ste. Comeonthen; down, and swear!

Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppyheaded monster: A most scurvy monster! I. could find in my heart to beat him,

Ste. Come, kiss!

Trin. but that the poor monster's in drink: An abominable monster!

Cal. I'll shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee
berries;

I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.
A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!

I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
Thon wond'rous man.

Trin. A most ridiculous monster; to make a wonder of a poor drunkard.

Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig theepig-nuts; Shew thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee Young sea-mells from the rock: Wilt thou go with me? Ste. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without any more talking.- Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here.Here; bear my bottle! Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again.

Cal. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell!

[Sings drunkenly.

Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster!

Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke:- Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish;

hey, freedom!

One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
More that I may call men, than you, good friend,
And my dear father: how features are abroad,
I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty,
(The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish

Ira.

ACT III.

bearing

Ste. O brave monster! lead the way! [Exeunt. Any companion in the world but you;

SCENE I. Before Prospero's Cell.

Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log.

Tra

Nor can imagination form a shape,

Besides yourself, to like of: But I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts

Ste.

beest

Therein forget.

Fer. I am, in my condition,

Fer. There be some sports are painful; and their labour

A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;

(I would, not so!) and would no more endure

Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters

This wooden slavery, than I would suffer

The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my soul speak:

Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but

The very instant that I saw you, did

The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is

My heart fly to your service; there resides,
To make me slave to it; and for your sake,

اما

Tran

Am I this patient log-man.

Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed; And he's composed of harshness. I must remove Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up, Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistress

Weeps, when she sees me work; and says, such

baseness

Had ne'er like éxecutor. I forget:

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Most busy-less, when I do it.

Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance.

Mira. Alas, now! pray you,

Work not so hard! I would, the lightning had
Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile.
Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns,
'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself!
He's safe for these three hours.

Fer. O most dear mistress,

The sun will set, before I shall discharge

Mira. Do you love me?

Fer. O heaven, o earth, bear witness to this sound,
And crown what I profess with kind event,
If I speak true; if hollowly, invert

What best is boded me, to mischief! I,
Beyond all limit of what else i' the world,
Do love, prize, honour you.

Mira. I am a fool,

To weep at what I am glad of.
Pro. Fair encounter

Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between them!

Fer. Wherefore weep you?

Cal

صر

Ste

and

امة

Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
What I desire to give; and much less take
What I shall die to want: But this is trifling;

I'll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that; You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,

Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me, At nothing can be more. I'll to my book;

Ste. Tell not me; - when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and board'em: Servant-monster, drink to me!

Trin. Servant-monster? the folly of this island! They say, there's but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if the other two be brained like us, the state totţers.

Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almost set in thy head.

Trin. Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.

Ste. My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in sack; for my part, the sea cannot drown me: I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty leagues, off and on, by this light. - Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard.

Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard.
Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster.

Trin. Nor go neither: but you'll lie, like dogs;
and yet say nothing neither.

Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.

Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe! I'll not serve him, he is not valiant.

Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster; I am in case to justle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish, thou, was there ever man a coward, that hath drunk

Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
Or cut his weazand with thy knife: Remember,
First to possess his books; for without them
He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not
One spirit to command: They all do hate him,
As rootedly as I: Burn but his books;

so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a mon- He has brave utensils, (for so he calls them,) strous lie, being but half a fish, and half a monster? Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal. Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord? And that most deeply to consider, is

Trin. Lord, quoth he!- that a monster should be The beauty of his daughter; he himself such a natural!

Cal. Lo, lo, again! in! bite him to death, I pr'ythee. Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head; if you prove a mutineer, the next tree - The poor monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.

Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd to hearken once again the suit I made thee?

Ste. Marry will I: kneel and repeat it! I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.

Calls her a non-pareil: I ne'er saw woman,
But only Sycorax my dam, and she;
But she as far surpasseth Sycorax,
As greatest does least.

Ste. Is it so brave a lass?

Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant,

And bring thee forth brave brood.

Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be king and queen; (save our graces!) and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys: - Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo?

Trin. Excellent.

Ste. Givemethy hand! I am sorry I beat thee; but, while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head! Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep;

Wilt thou destroy him then?

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale, Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure;

by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.

Trin. Why, I said nothing.

Ste. Mum then, and no more. - [To Caliban.]

Proceed.

Cal. I say, by sorcery he got this isle;
From me he got it. If thy greatness will
Revenge it on him-for, I know, thou dar'st;
But this thing dare not.

Ste. That's most certain.

Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Ste. How now shall this be compassed? Can'st thou bring me tho the party?

Cal. Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him thee asleep, Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head.

Ari. Thou liest, thou canst not.

Cal. What a pied ninny's this? Thou scurvy patch!-
I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows,

And take his bottle from him: when that's gone,
He shall drink nought but brime; for I'll not shew him
Where the quick freshes are.

Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger! Interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a

stock-fish of thee.

Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing: I'll go fur

ther off.

Ste. Ay, on mine honour.

Ari. This will I tell my master.

Let us be jocund! Will you troul the catch

You taught me but while-ere?

Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any

Flout'em, and skout'em; and skout'em, and flout'em;
Thought is free.

Cal. That's not the tune.

[ARIEL plays the tune on a tabor and pipe.

Ste. What is this same?

Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears; and sometime voices,
That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep,

Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds, methought, would open, and shew riches
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I wak'd,
I cry'd to dream again.

Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where
shall have my musick for nothing.

Cal. When Prospero is destroyed.
Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the story.
Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow it, and
after do our work.

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