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To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain
A dozen years; within which space she died,
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy
groans,

As fast as mill-wheels strike: then was this island
(Save for the son that she did litter here,

A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honoured with
A human shape.

Ari.

Yes; Caliban, her son.

Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
What torment I did find thee in: thy groans
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts
Of ever angry bears: it was a torment
To lav upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not again undo; it was mine art,
When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.
Ari.

I thank thee, master.

Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak,
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.

Ari.

Pardon, master:

I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.
Pro.

I will discharge thee.

Ari.

Do so; and after two days

That's my noble master!
What shall I do? say what: what shall I do?
I pray thee Pro. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea;

Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
Ari.

Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd

Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible
To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape,

Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst pro- And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.

mise

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[Erit Ariel.

Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;
Awake!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.
Pro.

We'll visit Caliban, my

Yields us kind answer.
Mira.

I do not love to look on.
Pro.

Shake it off; come on; slave, who never

'Tis a villain, sir,

But, as 'tis,

We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices
That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business

for thee;

Come forth, thou tortoise! when?

Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph.

Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.
Ari.

My lord, it shall be done. (Exit.
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil

himself
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

Enter Caliban.

Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd
With raven's feather from unwholesome sen,
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,

(4) Commands. (5) Do without.

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Abhorred slave; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,

Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each
hour

One thing or other: when thou didst 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

race,

natures

Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confin'd into this rock,

Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.

[dispersedly.

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

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 music 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.

Ariel sings.

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Hark! ow I hear them, -ding-dong, bell.

Fer.

[Burden, ding-dong.

The ditty does remember my drown'd
father:-

This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes: 4-I hear it now above me.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
And say, what thou seest yond'.

Mira.

What is't? a spirit?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form:-But 'tis a spirit.
Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath
such senses

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
call him

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

A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,

Pro.

Hag-seed, hence!
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou were 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.

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.

Pro.

A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.

Mira.

I might call him

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On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe my prayer

[Aside. Mav know, if you remain upon this island;

So, slave; hence!

(Exit Caliban.

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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?

But, certainly a maid.

Mira.

Fer.

No wonder, sir;

My language? heavens

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

Pro.

How! the best?

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Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naplès: he does hear me;
And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; Naples;
Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld
The king my father wreck'd.
Mira.

Pro

Fer.

Come on; obey: [To Ferd. Thy nerves are in their infancy again, And have no vigour in them. So they are: My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, Milan The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, And his brave son, being twain. To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Pro. Might I but through my prison, once a day,

Alack, for mercy!

The duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could control thee, Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth If now it were fit to do 't. At the first sight

Let liberty make use of; space enough [Aside. Have I in such a prison.

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 ere I saw; the first
That ere 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 such a temple:

If the ill spirit have so fair a house,

Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

Pro.

Follow me.- [To Ferd.

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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Pro.

It works:-Come on.Thou hast done well, fine Ariel Follow me.[To Ferd. and Mira. [To Ariel. Be of comfort,

Hark, what thou else shalt do me.

Mira.

My father's of a better nature, sir,
Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted,
Which now came from him.

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(So have we all) of joy; for our escape

Is much beyond our loss: our hint of wo
Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,
The masters of some merchant, and the merchant,
Have just our theme of wo: but for the miracle,
I mean our preservation, few in millions

Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
Our sorrow with our comfort.

Alon.

Pr'ythee, peace.

Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so,

Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit;

by and by it will strike.

Gon. Sir.

Seb. One-Tell.

Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd,

Comes to the entertainer

Seb.

A dollar.

Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have

spoken truer than you proposed.

Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant

you should.

Gon. Therefore, my lord,

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

Gon. Well, I have done: but yet

Seb. He will be talking.

Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good

wager, first begins to crow?

Seb. The old cock.

Ant. The cockrel.

Seb. Done: the wager?

Ant. A laughter.

Seb. A match.

Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,

Seb. Ha, ha, hal

Ant. So, you've pay'd.

Alon. You cram these words into mine ears,

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, - The stomach of my sense: 'would I had never

Seb. Yet,

Adr. Yet

Ant. He could not miss it.

against

Married my daughter there! for, coming thence,
My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,
Who is so far from Italy remov'd,

Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir

delicate temperance.

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered.

Alr. 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.

Of Naples and of Milan, what strange Lsh
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

Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd green!

Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

Seb. With an eyes 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, al-

most beyond credit-)

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. Av, or very falsely pocket up his report. Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, 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.

Alr. Tunis was never grac'd 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 Æneas too? good lord, how you take it!

Alr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me study of that: she was of Carthare, not of Tunis. Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.

Alr. 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

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Ant. Why, in good time.

Gon. S, we were talking, that our garments seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis, at the marriage of vour daughter, who is now queen.

Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there.

Seh. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.

Ant. O, widow Dido; av, widow Dido.

The surge most swoln that met him: his bold

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I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have
More widows in them of this business' making,
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,
And time to speak it in you rub the sore,
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 cloudy.

Seb.

Ant.

Foul weather?

Very foul.

Gon. Had I a 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 traffe
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:-

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Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first gets the beginning.

dav I wore it? I mean, in a sort.4

Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?

(1) Temperature. (2) Rank. (3) Shade of colour.

Gon. All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,

(4) Degrec or quality. (5) The rack.

Thou dost snore distinctly;

Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Whiles thou art waking.

Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance,

To feed my innocent people.

Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects?
Ant. None, iman; all idle; whores and knaves.
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir,

To excel the golden age.

Seh.

'Save his majesty!

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.

Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.

Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am

Seb.

There's meaning in thy snores.

Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you

Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,
Trebles thee o'er.

Seb.

Well; I am standing water.

Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Seb.

Hereditary sloth instructs me.

Ant.

0,

Do so: to ebb,

If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
Most often do so near the bottom run,
By their own fear, or sloth.

Seb.

Pr'ythee, say on :

The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim

nothing to you; so you may continue, and laugh A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, 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 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?

Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.

[All sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant.

1. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eves ...d, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I

find, They are inclined to do so. Seb.

Please you, sir,

Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.

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Will guard your person, while you take your rest, And watch your safety.

Alon.

Thank you: wondrous heavy.
[Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel.
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;

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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-swallowed, 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.

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Than now they are: there be, that can rule Na

ples,

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.

And how does your content

I remember

Tender your own good fortune ?

Seb.

(2) A bird of the jack-daw kind.

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