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Exactly is perform’d; but there's more work: (Save for the son that she did litter here,
A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with Ari. Past the mid season.
A human shape.
Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment Which is not yet perform’d me.
To lay upon the damn’d, which Sycorax Pro. How now? moody?
Could not again undo; it was mine art, What is’t thou can'st demand ?
When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape Ari. My liberty.
The pine, and let thee out. Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
Ari. I thank thee, master. Ari. I pray thee,
Pro. If thou more murmur’st, I will rend an oak, Remember, I have done thee worthy service; And
peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Without or grudge, or grumblings : thou did'st Ari. Pardon, master : promise
I will be correspondent to command, To bate me a full year.
And do my spiriting gently. Pro. Dost thou forget
Pro. Do so; and after two days From what a torment I did free thee?
I will discharge thee. Ari. No.
Ari. That's my noble master ! Pro. Thou dost: and think'st
What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o'the sea ; To run upon the sharp wind of the north ; Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible To do me business in the veins o' the earth, To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, When it is bak'd with frost.
And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.Ari. I do not, sir.
[Exit Ariel Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well: forgot
Pro. Shake it off: Come on;
Yields us kind answer.
Mira. 'Tis a villain, sir, Pro. 0, was she so? I must,
I do not love to look on. Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Pro. But, as 'tis, Which thou forget’st. This damn'd witch, Sy- We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, corax,
Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible That profit us.—What ho! slave! Caliban ! To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou earth, thou! speak. Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. did,
Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business They would not take her life: Is not this true? for thee: Ari. Ay, sir.
Come forth, thou tortoise ! when ?-
Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph.
Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Erit. To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
himself By help of her more potent ministers,
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth !
Cal. As wicked dew as e’er my mother brush'd
And blister you all o'er ! As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this is- Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have land,
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Pro. So, slave, hence ! [Erit Caliban.
FERDINAND following him.
And then take hands :
(The wild waves whist,) Water with berries in't; and teach me how
Foot it featly here and there; To name the bigger light, and how the less,
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd
Hark, Hark! thee,
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. [Dispersedly. And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
The watch-dogs bark: The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. [Dispersedly. fertile;
Hark, Hark! hear Curs'd be I that did so!-All the charms
The strain of strutting chanticlere Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you !
Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king: and here you sty Fer. Where should this musick be? i' the air, me
or the earth? In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon The rest of the island.
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Pro. Thou most lying slave,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck, Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have This musick crept by me upon the waters; us'd thee,
Allaying both their fury, and my passion, Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg’a With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, thee
Or it hath drawn me rather: But 'tis gone.
• ARIEL sings.
Full fathom five thy father lies; This isle with Calibans.
Of his bones are coral made ; Pro. Abhorred slave;
Those are pearls that were his eyes: Which any print of goodness will not take,
Nothing of him that doth fade, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
But doth suffer a sea-change Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each Into something rich and strange. hour
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. Know thine own meaning, but would’st gabble like
[Burden, ding-dong. A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known: But thy vile Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'a farace,
ther :Though thou didst learn, had that in't, which This is no mortal business, nor no sound good natures
That the earth owes :- I hear it now above me. Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
And say, what thou seest yond'.
Mira. What is't? a spirit?
Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath Pro. Hag-seed, hence !
such senses Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, To answer other business. Shrug’st thou, malice? Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly
With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps ; call him Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar, A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows, That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
And strays about to find them.
Mira. I might call him
Pro. It goes on,
As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll, I'll manacle thy neck and feet together: free thee
Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be Within two days for this.
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and Fer. Most sure, the goddess
He's gentle, and not fearful. Mira. No wonder, sir;
Pro. What, I say, But certainly a maid.
My foot my tutor -Put thy sword up, traitor; Fer. My language ! heavens !
Who mak'st a shew, but dar’st not strike, thy I am the best of them that speak this speech,
conscience Were I but where 'tis spoken.
Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; Pro. How ! the best?
For I can here disarm thee with this stick, What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? And make thy weapon drop.
Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders Mira. Beseech you, father!
Mira. Sir, have pity;
I'll be his surety. The king my father wreck’d.
Pro. Silence: one word more Mira. Alack, for mercy!
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke An advocate for an impostor? hush! of Milan,
Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes as And his brave son, being twain.
he, Pro. The duke of Milan,
Having seen but him and Caliban : Foolish And his more braver daughter, could control thee, wench! If now 'twere fit to do't:
-At the first sight To the most of men this is a Caliban,
[ Aside. And they to him are angels. They have chang'd eyes :--Delicate Ariel, Mira. My affections I'll set thee free for this !-A word, good sir; Are then most humble; I have no ambition I fear you have done yourself some wrong: A To see a goodlier man. word.
Pro. Come on; obey :
[To Ferd. Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? Thy nerves are in their infancy again, This
And have no vigour in them. Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first
Fer. So they are: That e'er I sigh’d for : ity move my father,
pity To be inclin'd my way!
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, Per. O, if a virgin,
The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, The queen of Naples.
Might I but through my prison once a day Pro. Soft, sir; one word more.
Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth They are both in either's powers: but this swift Let liberty make use of; space enough business
Have I in such a prison.
[Aside. Thoù hast done well, fine Ariel ! -Follow me.Make the prize light.-One word more, I charge
[To Ferd. and Mir. thee,
Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To Ariel. That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp Mira. Be of comfort; The name thou ow’st not; and hast put thyself My father's of a better nature, sir, Upon this island, as a spy, to win it
Than he appears hy speech; this is unwonted, From me, the lord on't.
Which now came from him. Fer. No, as I am a man.
Pro. Thou shalt be as free Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such as mountain winds: but then exactly do a temple :
All points of my command. If the ill spirit have so fair an house,
Ari. To the syllable. Good things will strive to dwell with't.
Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. Pro. Follow me. [T. Ferd.
[Ereunt. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. ---Come.
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. SCENE I.-Another part of the Island. Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen.
Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Enter Alonso, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZA
Ant. True; save means to live. LO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.
Seb. Of that there's none, or little. Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks? (So have we all) of joy; for our escape
Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. Is much beyond our loss : Our hint of woe Seb. With
an eye of green in't. Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, Ant. He misses not much. The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth toHave just our theme of woe: but for the miracle, tally. I mean our preservation, few in millions
Gon. But the rarity of it is, (which is indeed Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh almost beyond credit) Our sorrow with our comfort.
Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are. Alon. Pr’ythee, peace.
Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his than stain’d with salt water. wit; by and by it will strike.
Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, Gon. Sir,
would it not say, he lies ? Seb. One : -Tell.
Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his
report. Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh offer'd,
as when we put them on first in Africk, at the Comes to the entertainer
marriage of the king's fair daughter, Claribel, to Seb. A dollar.
the king of Tunis. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper spoken truer than you purposed.
well in our return. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such
a paragon to their queen. Gon. Therefore, my lord,
Gon, Not since widow Dido's time. Ant. Fye, what a spendthrift is he of his Ant. Widow ? a pox o' that! How came that tongue !
widow in? Widow Dido ! Alon. I pr’ythee, spare.
Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas Gon. Well, I have done : But yet
too? good lord, how you take it ! Seb. He will be talking.
Adr. Widow Dido, said you ? you make me Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good study of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. wager, first begins to crow?
Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Seb. The old cock.
Adr. Carthage ? Ant. The cockrel.
Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Seb. Done: The wager?
Ant. His word is more than the miraculous Ant. A laughter.
harp. Seb. A match.
Scb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,- Ant. What impossible matter will he make Seb. Ha, ha, ha! Ant. So, you've paid.
Šeb. I think he will carry this island home in Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible-- his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Seb. Yet
Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Adr. Yet
bring forth more islands. Ant. He could not miss it.
Gon. Ay? Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and Ant. Why, in good time. delicate temperance.
Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis
Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly at the marriage of your daughter, who is now delivered.
queen. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. sweetly.
Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
Ant. 0, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. Execute all things: for no kind of traffick
Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the Would I admit; no name of magistrate; first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.
Letters should not be known; no use of service, Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.
Of riches or of poverty; no contracts, Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's mar- Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; riage ?
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, No occupation ; all men idle, all ; against
And women too; but innocent and pure:
Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth fora Who is so far from Italy removed,
gets the beginning. I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Gon. All things in common nature should Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
produce Hath made his meal on thee!
Without sweat or endeavour ; treason, felony, Fran. Sir, he may live;
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, I saw him beat the surges under him,
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, And ride upon their backs ; he trod the water, Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance, Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted To feed my innocent people. The surge most swoln that met him: his bold Seb. No marrying among his subjects ? head
Ant. None, man; all idle ; whores, and knaves. 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To excel the golden age. To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, Seb. 'Save his majesty! As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt,
Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! He came alive to land.
Gon. And, do you mark me, sir ? Alon. No, no, he's gone.
Alon. Pr’ythee, no more: thou dost talk noSeb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great thing to me. loss;
Gon. I do well believe your highness; and That would not bless our Europe with your
did to minister occasion to these gentlemen, daughter,
who are of such sensible and nimble lungs, that But rather lose her to an African ;
they always use to laugh at nothing. Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Ant. 'Twas you we laugh’d at. Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am Alon. Pr’ythee, peace.
nothing to you: so you may continue, and laugh Seb. You were kneeld to, and importun'd at nothing still. otherwise
Ant. What a blow was there given ? By all of us; and the fair soul herself
Seb. An it had not fallen fat-long. Weigh’d, between lothness and obedience, at Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle ; you Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she lost your son,
would continue in it five weeks without changing. I fear, for ever : Milan and Naples have More widows in them of this business' making, Enter Ariel invisible, playing solemn musick. Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault's Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.
Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.
Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure Gon. My lord Sebastian,
my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, asleep, for I am very heavy ? And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, Ant. Go sleep, and hear us. When you should bring the plaster.
[All sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant. Seb. Very well.
Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine Ant. And most chirurgeonly.
eyes Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: When you are cloudy,
I find, Seb. Foul weather?
They are inclin’d to do so. Ant. Very foul.
seb. Please you, sir, Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, Do not omit the heavy offer of it: Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed.
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, Seb. Or docks, or mallows.
It is a comforter. Gon. And were the king of it, What would I Ant. We two, my lord, do?
Will guard your person, while you take your rest, Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. And watch your safety. Gon. l' the commonwealth I would by con- Alon. Thank you : 'Wond'rous heavy. traries
[Alonso sleeps.-Érit Ariel.