I might call him

A thing divine; for nothing natural

I ever saw so noble.

But, certainly a maid. Fer.

No wonder, sir;

How! the best?

My language! heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken. Pro. What wert thon, if the king of Naples heard thee? Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me; And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, be held The king my father wreck'd. Mira. Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan 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, 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 e'er I saw; the first That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father To be inclin'd my way! O, if a virgin,

Fer.

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 ou't.

Fer.

No, as I am a man.

Mir. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair an 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 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.

Fer.

I will resist such entertainment, till

Mine enemy has more power.

Mira.

No;

Sir, have pity;

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.

Pro.

It works :-Come on.

Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!- Follow me.-
(To Ferd. and Mir.)
(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.

Pro.
Thou shalt be as free
As mountain winds: but then exactly do
All points of my command.
Ari.
To the syllable.
Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE 1.-Another part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. Gon."Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Have just our theme of woe: 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.

(He draws.)

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

O, dear father,

Make not too rash a trial of him, for

He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro.

What, I say,

My foot my tutor! Put thy sword up, traitor;

Wao mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike, thy con

science

I so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; For I can here disarm thee with this stick,

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.

Ant. He could not miss it.

Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance.

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. [livered.
Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly de-
Adr. 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.

[green!

Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks!" "how
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),

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 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.

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 that widow in? Widow Dido!

Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? good lord, how you take it!

Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me study of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Adr. 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 next?

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, bring forth more islands.

Gon. Ay?

Ant. Why, in good time

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.
Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
Ant. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.

Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.

Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, against
The stomach of my sense. Would I had never
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,

I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir
Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Hath made his meal on thee!

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss, That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, But rather lose her to an African; Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye. Who hath cause to wet the grief on't Alon.

Prythee, peace.

Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importan'd other By all of us; and the fair soul herself wise Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have [your son, 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 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 traffic 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:

Seb.

And yet he would be king on't Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.

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?- [me. Alon. Pr' ythee no more: thou dost talk nothing t 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 alway use to laugh at nothing.

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

Please you, sir,

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

It is a comforter.

Ant.

We two, my lord,

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, [and
What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee;
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.

Ant. Noble Sebastian, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die, rather; wink'st Whiles thou art waking.

Seb.

Thou dost snore distinctly;
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.

Do so: to ebb,

Seb. Claribel. 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-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.
Ant.
And how does your content

Tender your own good fortune?
Seb.

I remember,

You did supplant your brother Prospero.
Ant.

True:
And, 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.
Seb. But, for your conscience-

Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kibe,
Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not
This deity in my bosom; twenty consciences,
That stand 'twixt 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,
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,
They'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.

Seb.
Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword; one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st;
And I the king shall love thee.
Ant.
Draw together:
And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.

Seb. O, but one word. (They converse apart.) Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible.

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-ey'd Conspiracy

His time doth take:

If of life you keep a care,

Shake off slumber, and beware:
Awake! Awake!

Ant. Then let us both be sudden. (They wake.)
Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king!
Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you
Wherefore this ghastly looking?

[drawn? Gon. What's the matter? Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? It struck mine ear most terribly.

Alon.

I heard nothing.

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 lay 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.

Do so; and after two days

I will discharge thee.
Ari.
That's my noble master!
What shall I do? say what? what shall I do?
Pro. Go, make thyself like to a nymph of the sea;
Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible
To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.

Exit 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 serve in offices

That protit 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 Come forth, thou tortoise! when?

Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph.

Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,

Hark in thine ear.

My lord, it shall be done.

[thee:

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 did'st not, savage,
Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like
A thing most brutish, 1 endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known: but thy vile race,
Though thou did'st learn, had that in't, which good
natures

Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
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.

[Exit.

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

Ari. 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 fen, Drop on you both! a south-east blow on ye, And blister you all o'er!

[cramps, Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd

As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them.

Water with berries in't; and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and fer-
Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the island.

Hark, hark! I hear

(Dispersedly.)

(Dispersedly.

The strain of strutting chanticleer,
Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.

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 his 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! now I hear them.-ding-dong, bell.
[Burden, ding-dong

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father:
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes :-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.

My language! heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken. Pro.

How! the best?

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

Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan And his brave son, being twain.,

Pro. The duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could control thee lf Dow'twere fit to do't:-At the first sight (Aside.) 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 e'er I saw; the first That e'er 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 of Naples.

The

queen Pro.

Soft, sir; one word more.They are both in either's powers; but this swift business

I most 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

Fer.

me,

the lord on't.

No, as I am a man.

Mir. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair an 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 manacle thy neck and feet together:

Na-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be

The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

Fer.

I will resist such entertainment, till

Mise enemy has more power.

Mira.

No;

And make thy weapon drop. Mira.

Sir, have pity;

Beseech you, father!
Pro. Hence! hang not on my garments.
Mira.
I'll be his surety.
Pro.
Silence! one word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
An advocate for an impostor? hush!
Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes as he
Having seen but him and Caliban: Foolish wench
To the most of men this is a Caliban,
And they to him are angels.
Mira.

My affections
Are then most humble; I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.
Pro.

Come on; obey: (To Ferd.)
Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
And have no vigour in them.

SCENE 1.-Another part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.

Gon. Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Have just our theme of woe: 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.

(He draws.)

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

O, dear father,

Make not too rash a trial of him, for

He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro.

What, I say,

My foot my tutor! Put thy sword up, traitor;

Wao mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike, thy con

science

I so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; For I can here disarm thee with this stick,

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.