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It works:
Come on.

Than he appears by speech ; this is unwonted, Thou hast done well, fine Ariel ! - Follow me. - Which now came from him. [To Ferd. and Mir. Pro.

Thou shalt be as free Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To Ariel. As mountain winds : but then exactly do Mira.

Be of comfort; All points of my command. My father's of a better nature, sir


To the syllable.
Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. (Exeunt.


SCENE I. Another part of the Island,

Ant. He misses not much.

Seb. No: he doth but mistake the truth totally. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed Adrian, Francisco, and others.

almost beyond credit) Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry : you have cause

Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are. (So have we all) of joy; for our escape

Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, Is much beyond our loss : our hint of woe

drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,

freshness, and glosses ; being rather new dy'd, than The masters of some merchant, and the merchant,

stain'd with salt water. Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle,

Ant. If but one of his pockets could I mean our preservation, few in millions

would it not say, he lies ? Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh

Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his "pport. Our sorrow with our comfort.

Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh Alon.

Pr’ythee, peace !

as when we put them on first in Afric, at the mar. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.

riage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king

of Tunis. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; well in our return.

Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper By and by it will strike. Gon. Sir,

Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a Seb. One : Tell.

paragon to their queen.

Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd,

Ant. How came that widow in ? Widow Dido! Comes to the entertainer

Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too ? Seb.

A dollar.

good lord, how you take it ! Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you

Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me

have spoken truer than you purposed.

study of that : she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you

Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. should.

Adr. Carthage? Gon. Therefore, my lord,

Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!

Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Alon. I prythee, spare.

Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Gon. Well, I have done : But yet

Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy Seb. He will be talking.

next? Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good his pocket, and give it his son for an apple.

Seb. I think, he will carry this island home in wager, first begins to crow? Seb. The old cock.

Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Ant. The cockrel.

bring forth more islands. Seb. Done: the wager ?

Gon. Ay? Ant. A laughter.

Ant. Why, in good time. Seb. A match.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,

seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. Ant. So you've pay'd.

Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,

Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Seb. Yet.

Ani. O, widow Dido ; ay, widow Dido. Adr. Yet

Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first Ant. He could not miss it.

day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.

Ant. That sort was well fish'd for. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marAnt. True; save means to live.

riage ? Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

Alon. You cram these words into mine ears Gon. How lush 3 and lusty the grass looks! how the stomach of my sense: 'Would I had never

against green! Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Seb. With an eye 4 of green in't.

My son is lost ; and, in my rate, she too,

Who is so far from Italy removed, 3 Rank. 4 Shade of colour.

B 4

I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir To feed my innocent people.
Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish

I would with such perfection govern, sir,
Hath made his meal on thee!

To excel the golden age.
Sir, he may live ; Seb.

'Save his majesty: I saw him beat the surges under him,

Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Gon.

And, do you mark me, sir ? Whose enmity he Aung aside, and breasted

Alon. Pry'thee, no more: thou dost talk nothing The surge most swoln that met him : his bold head

to me. 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always As stooping to relieve him ; I not doubt,

use to laugh at nothing. He came alive to land.

Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.
No, no, he's gone.

Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great nothing to you ; so you may continue, and laugh loss ;

at nothing still. That would not bless our Europe with your daugh

Ant. What a blow was there given ! ter,

Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. But rather lose her to an African ;

Gon. You are gentlemen of brave metal : you Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.

continue in it five weeks without changing. Alon.

Pr’ythee, peace. Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd other

Enter Ariel invisible, playing solemn music. wise By all of us; and the fair soul herself

Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. Weigh’d, between lothness and obedience, at

Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Which end o’the beam she'd bow. We have lost Gon. No, I warrant you ; I will not adventure your son,

my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have

for I am very heavy ? More widows in them of this business' making, Ant. Go sleep, and hear us. Than we bring men to comfort them: The fault's

(All sleep but Alon. SEB. and Ant. Your own.

Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.

Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts : I Gon. My lord Sebastian,

find The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, They are inclin'd to do so. And time to speak it in : you rub the sore,


Please you, sir, When you should bring the plaster.

Do not omit the heavy offer of it: Seb.

Very well.

It seldom visits sorrow: when it doth, Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

It is a comforter. Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,


We two, my lord, When you are cloudy.

Will guard your person, while you take your rest, Seb. Foul weather ?

And watch your safety. Ant.

Very foul. Alon.

Thank you : wondrous heavy. Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord,

[Alonso sleeps. Erit ARIEL. Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed.

Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! Seb.

Or docks, or mallows. Ant. It is the quality o' the climate. Gon. And were the king of it, What would I Seb.

Why do ?

Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not Seb. 'Scape being drunk for want of wine. Myself dispos’d to sleep. Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by con


Nor I; my spirits are nimble. traries

They fell together all, as by consent ; Execute all things : for no kind of traffic

They dropp'd as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Would I admit ; no name of magistrate ;

Worthy Sebastian ? O, what might? · No Letters should not be known; no use of service, Of riches or of poverty; no contracts,

And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, Succession ; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil :

and No occupation ; all men idle, all ;

My strong imagination sees a crown And women too; but innocent and pure :

Dropping upon thy head. No sovereignty :


What, art thou waking ? Seb.

And yet he would be king on't. Ant. Do you not hear me speak ? Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets


I do; and surely, the beginning.

It is a sleepy language ; and thou speak’st Gon. All things in common nature should pro- Out of thy sleep : What is it thou didst say? duce,

This is a strange repose, to be asleep Without sweat or endeavour : treason, felony, With eyes wide open ; standing, speaking, moving, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, And yet so fast asleep. Would I not have ; but nature should bring forth, Ant.

Noble Sebastian, Of its own kind, all foison", all abundance, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep – die rather ; wink'st

Whiles thou art waking


5 Plenty.

True :


Thou dost snore distinctly; Seb.

I remember, There's meaning in thy snores.

You did supplant your brother Prospero.
Ant. I am more serious than my custom : you Ant.
Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,

And, look, how well my garınents sit upon me; Trebles thee o'er.

Much feater than before : My brother's servants Seb.

Well ; I am standing water. Were then my fellows, now they are my men. Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.

Seb. But, for your conscience Sob.

Do so: to ebb, Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that ? if it were a kybe, Hereditary sloth instructs me.

'Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not Ant.


This deity in my bosom : twenty consciences, If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they, Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother, You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, No better than the earth he lies upon, Most often do so near the bottom run,

If he were that which now he's like; whom I, By their own fear, or sloth.

With this obedient steel, three inches of it, Seb.

Pr'ythee, say on : Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus, The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim To the perpetual wink for aye might put A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,

This ancient morsel, this sir Prudence, who Which throes thee much to yield.

Should not upbraid our course.

For all the rest, Ant.

Thus, sir, They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk; Although this lord of weak remembrance, this They'll tell the clock to any business that (Who shall be of as little memory,

We say befits the hour. When he is earth’d,) hath here almost persuaded Seb.

Thy case, dear friend, (For he's a spirit of persuasion only,)

Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan, The king his son's alive : 'tis as impossible

I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke That he's undrown'd as he that sleeps here, swims. Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st; Seb. I have no hope

And I the king shall love thee. That he's undrown'd.


Draw together : Ant.

0, out of that no hope, And when I rear my hand, do you the like, What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is To fall it on Gonzalo. Another way so high an hope, that even


0, but one word ! Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,

[They converse apart But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with

Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible. That Ferdinand is drown'd ?

Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger Seb.

That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth, Ant.

Then, tell me, (For else his project dies,) to keep them living. Who's the next heir of Naples ?

[Sings in Gonzalo's ea'. Scb.

Ant. She that is queen of Tunis ; she that dwells

While you here do snoring lie,
Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from

Open-ey'd conspiracy

His time doth take :
Can have no note, unless the sun were post,

If of life you keep a care, (The man i' the moon's too slow) till new-born chins

Shake off slumber, and beware :

Awake! awake!
Be rough and razorable: she, from whom
We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again;

Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
And, by that, destin'd to perform an act,

Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king ! Whereof what's past is prologue ; what to come,

[They wake. In yours and my discharge.

Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are Seb. What stuff' is this ? - How say you ? 'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis; Wherefore this ghastly looking ? So is she heir of Naples ; 'twixt which regions


What's the matter? There is some space.

Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, Ant.

A space whose every cubit Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel

Like bulls, or rather lions ; did it not wake you? Measure us back to Naples ? - Keep in Tunis, It struck mine ear most terribly. And let Sebastian wake! - Say, this were death Alon.

I heard nothing. That now hath seiz'd them ; why, they were no worse

Ant. 0, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; Than now they are : there be, that can rule Naples To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar As well as he that sleeps ; lords, that can prate

Of a whole herd of lions, As amply, and unnecessarily,


Heard you this, Gonzalo ? As this Gonzalo; I myself could make

Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, A chough 6 of as deep chat. O, that you bore And that a strange one too, which did awake me : The mind that I do! what a sleep were this

I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd : as mine eyes open'd, For your advancement! Do you understand me? I saw their weapons drawn :- - there was a noise, Seb. Methinks I do.

That's verity: 'Best stand upon our guard ; Ant.

And how does your content or that we quit this place : let's draw our weapons. Tender your own good fortune ?

Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make fur.

ther search 6 A bird of the jackdaw kind.

For my poor son.

He's gone.

you drawn?



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Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts ! Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
For he is, sure, i' the island.

But none of us card for Kate :

For she had a longue with a tang,
Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have


cry to a sailor, Go hang : done :

[ Aside. Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Ereunt.

This is a scurvy tune too: But here's my comfort. SCENE II. – Another part of the Island.


Cal. Do not torrent me: 0!
Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood.

Ste. What's the matter ? Have we devils here?

Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men A noise of thunder heard.

of Inde? Ha! I have not scap'd drowning, to be Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make As proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot him

make him give ground: and it shall be said so again, By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, while Stephano breathes at nostrils. And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, Cal. The spirit torments me : 0! Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire, Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark legs; who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where Out of my way, unless he bid them; but

the devil should he learn our language? I will give For every trifle are they set upon me:

him some relief, if it be but for that: If I can reSometime like apes, that moe 7 and chatter at me, cover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount trod on neat's leather. Their bristles at my foot-fall; sometime am I Cal. Do not torment me, pr’ythee; All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues, I'll bring my wood home faster. Do hiss me into madness: – Lo! now! lo !

Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after

the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have Enter TRINCULO.

never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, his fit: If I can recover him, and keep him tame, I For bringing wood in slowly : I'll fall flat ; will not take too much for him: he shall pay for Perchance, he will not mind me.

him that hath him, and that soundly. Thin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I Anon, I know it by thy trembling : hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, / Now Prosper works upon thee. yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard 8 that Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it here is that which will give language to you, cat; did before, I know not where to hide my head : open your mouth : this will shake your shaking, I yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? who's your friend: open your chaps again. A fish : he smells like a fish ; a very ancient and fish- Trin. I should know that voice: It should be like smell ; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. But he is drowned; and these are devils: O! deA strange fish! Were I in England now (as once I fend me ! was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday- Sle. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate fool there but would give a piece of silver: there monster! If all the wine in my bottle will recover would this monster make a man; any strange beast him, I will help his ague: Come, I will pour some there makes a man : when they will not give a doit in thy other mouth. to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to Trin. Stephano ! see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! like arms! Warm, o'my troth! I do now let loose mercy! This is a devil, and no monster! I will my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an leave him ; I have no long spoon. islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. Trin. Stephano ! — if thou beest Stephano, touch {Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again : my best me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo;


- be not way is to creep under his gaberdine 9; there is no afeard, — thy good friend Trinculo. other shelter hereabout: Misery acquaints a man Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth ; I'll puil with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud, till thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, the dregs of the storm be past.

these are they.

Thou art very Trinculo, indeed !

How cam’st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Enter STEPHANO, singing ; a bottle in his hand.

Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunderSte. I shall no more to sea, to sea,

stroke: But art thou not drowned, Stephano? Here shall I die a-shore;

I hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm

overbiown ? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's gaberdine, for fear of the storm : And art thou funeral :

living, Stephano ? O Stephano, two Neapolitans Well, here's my comfort.


'scap'd ! The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,

Ste. Pr’ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach

is not constant. The gunner, and his mate,

Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not 7 Make mouths.

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That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor : Trin. — but that the poor monster's in drink. I will kneel to him.

An abominable monster! Ste. How did'st thou scape? How cam'st thou Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither.

thee berries; I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. heaved overboard, by this bottle! which I made of A plague upon the tyrant that I serve ! the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, cast ashore.

Thou wondrous man. Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy

Trin. A most ridiculous monster! to make a True subject; for the liquor is not earthly. wonder of a poor drunkard.

Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap'dst. Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;

Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

Shew thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how Ste. Here, kiss the book : Though thou canst To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose. To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee

Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this ? Young sea-mells s from the rock : Wilt thou go with Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock

me? by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, Ste. I pr’ythee now lead the way, without any moon-calf ? how does thine ague ?

more talking. — Trinculo, the king and all our comCal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? pany else being drowned, we will inherit here.

Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee : I was Here; bear my bottle. Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill the man in the moon, when time was.

him by and by again. Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; Cal. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell. My mistress showed me thee, thy dog and bush.

(Sings drunkenly. Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book : I will Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster. furnish it anon with new contents : swear.

Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish; monster : -I afeard of him?-a very weak monster : Nor fetch in firing

The man i’ the moon ? - a most poor credulous At requiring, monster : – Well drawn, monster, in good sooth.

Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish; Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the island: *Ban 'Ban, CaCaliban I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy subject.

Has a new master - Get a new man. Ste. Come on, then ; down and swear.

Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy- Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom ! freedom, headed monster: A most scurvy monster! I could

hey-day, freedom ! find in my heart to beat him,

Ste. O brave monster ! lead the way. Ste. Come, kiss.


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SCENE I. Before Prospero's Cell. Pray set it down, and rest you : when this burns,

'Twill weep for having wearied you: My father Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log.

Is hard at study; pray now rest yourself ; Fer. There be some sports are painful ; but their He's safe for these three hours.


O most dear mistress, labour Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness

The sun will set, before 1 shall discharge

What I must strive to do. Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters


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

I'll bear your logs the while: Pray, give me that ;

I'll The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead,


it to the pile. Fer.

No, precious creature: And makes my labours pleasures: 0, she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed ;

I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, And he's composed of harshness. I must remove

Than you should such dishonour undergo,

While I sit lazy by. Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,


It would become me
Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistress
Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such

As well as it does you: and I should do it

With much more ease; for my good will is to it, Had ne'er like éxecutor. I forget :

And yours against.
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; This visitation shows it.


Poor worm ! thou art infected ; Most busy-less, when I do it.


You look wearily. Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance. Fer. No, noble mistress ; 'tis fresh morning with

me, Mira.

Alas, now! pray you when you are by at night. I do beseech you, Work not so hard : I would the lightning had Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile !

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