Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Absolute Milan: Me, poor man!--my library Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties He thinks me now incapable: confederates To give him annual tribute, do him homage; Mira. O, the heavens! Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then If this might be a brother. Mira. I should sin [tell me, To think but nobly of my grandmother: Pro. Now the condition. This king of Naples, being an enemy Out of the dukedom: and confer fair Milan, Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, Pro. Hear a little further. And then I'll bring thee to the present business Mira. Wherefore did they not Pro. Well demanded, wench; [durst not; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set A mark so bloody on the business; but With colours fairer painted their foul ends. In few, they hurried us aboard a bark; Bore us some leagues to sea; where they preA rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd [pared Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, To cry to the sea that roar'd to us; to sigh To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Did us but loving wrong. Mira. Alack! what trouble Was I then to you! Pro. O a cherubim [smile, Mira. How came we ashore? From my own library, with volumes that Pro. Now I arise : Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Here in this island we arriv'd; and here [fit Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more proThan other princes can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, Sir, (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm? Pro. Know thus far forth. By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, A most auspicious star; whose influence Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, Pro. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade [thee? Ari. To every article. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide, And burn in many places; on the top-mast, The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, [precursors Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary [cracks Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty NepAnd sight-out-running were not: The fire, and [tremble, Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves Yea, his dread trident shake. tune Who was so firm, so constant, that this coilt Pro. My brave spirit! Would not infect his reason? Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some food we had, and some fresh water, that But was not this nigh shore? A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity, (who being then appointed Master of this design,) did give us; with Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, * Thirsty. † Consideration. + Suggestion § Sprinkled. Stubborn resolution VOL. I. G Ari. Close by, my master. On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs, Pro. Of the king's ship, Ari. Safely in harbour Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet, Pro. Ariel, thy charge And in her most unmitigable rage, Ari. Yes; Caliban her son. Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: The pine, and let thee out. Ari. Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six and now, Pro. Thou dost! and think'st It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; Ari. I do not, Sir. Pro. O, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, corax, For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible Ari. I thank thee, master. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till [oak, Thou hast howl d away twelve winters. Ari. Pardon, master: I will be correspondent to command, Pro. Do so; and after two days Ari. That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what? what shall I do. [Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept Pro. Shake it off: come on; We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Mira. 'Tis a villain, Sir, I do not love to look on. We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. Re-enter ARIEL, like a Water-Nymph. [Exit. Ari. My lord, it shall be done. Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! did, They would not take her life: Is not this true? Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my would'st give me 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 show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile; Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me Pro. Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have us'd thee, [thee Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child. Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. 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 [vage, One thing or other: when thou didst not, saKnow thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like each hour A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known: But thy vile race, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Who hadst deserved more than a prison. [on't Cal. You taught me language; and my profit Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid* For learning me your language! [you, Pro. Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, To answer other business. Shrug'st, thou maIf thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly [lice? 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, [Aside. Pro. So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: The strain of strutting chanticleer 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 drawi. me rather :-But 'tis gone. No, it begins again. This is no mortal business, nor no sound Mira. What is't? a spirit? Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses [seest, As we have, such: This gallant which thou Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd [call him With grief,that's beauty's canker, thou might'st A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, And strays about to find them. Mira. I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. Pro. It goes on, [Aside. [free thee Fer. Most sure, the goddess [prayer On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe, my May know, if you remain upon this island; 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? As my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll Within two days for this. Mira. No, wonder, Sir; But certainly a maid. Fer. My language! heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken. Pro. How! the best? [thee? What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard 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 And his brave son, being twain. [of Milan, Pro. The duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could controlt thee, † Still, silent. And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you As mountain winds: but then exactly do 'The queen of Naples. Pro. Soft, Sir; one word more.- 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 Fer. No, as I am a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a If the ill spirit have so fair an house, [temple: 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. All points of my command. Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. Seb. Yet, Adr. Yet Ant. He could not miss it. Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance.* Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered. [sweetly. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen. [life. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to Ant. True; save means to live. * Temperature. To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt, Alon. No, no, he's gone. Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss; [daughter, That would not bless our Europe with your 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. Pr'ythee, peace. Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherwise By all of us; and the fair soul herself 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 I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have the marriage of the king's fair daughter Clari-More widows in them of this business' making, bel to the king of Tunis. Than we bring men to comfort them: the fault's Your own. 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. Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. Ant. Widow? a pox o' that! that widow in? Widow Dido! Seb. What if he had said, widower Eneas 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. [harp. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous Seb. He hath raised 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? [against Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, 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, I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Fran. Sir, he may live; I saw him beat the surges under him, head 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Rank. ↑ Shade of colour. Degree or quality. [do? Gon. And were the king of it, What would I Execute all things: for no kind of traffic Seb. And yet he would be king on't.Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning. [produce Gon. All things in common nature should 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, Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects? knaves. Gon. I would with such perfection govern, To excel the golden age. Seb. Save his majesty! Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! Gon. And, do you mark me, Sir? Alon. Prythee, 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 laughed at. Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am † Plenty. *The rack. |