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.

[I find

All sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: They are inclin❜d 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.

Ant. We two, my lord,

Will guard your person, while you take your
And watch your safety.
[rest,
Alon. Thank you: Wondrous heavy.
[Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel.
Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses
Ant. It is the quality o' the climate. [them!
Seb. Why

Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not
Myself dispos'd to sleep.

Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
They fell together all, as by consent; [might,
They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What
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; and

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,
And yet so fast asleep.
[moving,

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

Seb. Thou dost snore distinctly; There's meaning in thy snores.

[wink'st

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. Do so to ebb,

Hereditary sloth instructs me.

Ant. O,

[ed

When he is earth'd) hath here almost persuad(For he's a spirit of persuasion only,) The king, his son's alive; 'tis as impossible That he's undrown'd, as he that sleeps here, swims.

Seb. I have no hope That he's undrown'd.

Ant. O, out of that no hope,

What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is

Another way so high an hope, that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
But doubts discovery there. Will you grant,
with me,

That Ferdinand is drown'd!
Seb. He's gone.

Ant. Then, tell me,
Who's the next heir of Naples ?
Seb. Claribel.

dwells

Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that [Naples Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from 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 [worse That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no 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
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:

[me?

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

[kybe,

Ant. Ay, Sir; where lies that? if it were a '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, [brother, And melt ere they molest! Here lies your 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 ayet 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;

A bird of the jack-daw kind. † Ever. Any Hint.

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 And I the king shall love thee.

Ant. Draw together:

Sometimes like apes, that moe* and chatter at

me,

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

Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king! [They awake. Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you drawn?

Wherefore this ghastly looking?
Gon. What's the matter?

pose,

Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your re[ing Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellow. Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? It struck mine ear most terribly.

Alon. I heard nothing.

Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions.

Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo ? Gon. Upon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming,

[me: And that a strange one too, which did awake Ishak'd you, Sir, and cried; as mine eyes open'd, [noise, I saw their weapons drawn:-there was a That's verity: 'Best stand upon our guard; Or that we quit this place: let's draw our

weapons.

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

For my poor son.

Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me,
Perchance, he will not mind me.
For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat;

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbardt that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.-What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England now (as once I was), and had but this fish painted, not a holiday-fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let fish but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again: my best way is to creep under his gaberdine ; there is no other shelter herebed-fellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs about: Misery acquaints a man with strange of the storm be past.

Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand.
Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,
Here shall I die ashore ;-
This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's

funeral:

Well, here's my comfort.

[Drinks.
The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,
Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
The gunner, and his mate,
But none of us car'd for Kate:

For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang;
She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,

Alon. Lead away.

Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I

have done :

So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Aside.

itch:

Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Inde? Ha! I have not scap'd drowning, to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot make him give ground: and it shall be said so again, whilst Stephano breathes at nostrils.

Cal. The spirit torments me: O!

Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs; who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where the devil should he learn our language?

*Make mouths. † A black-jack of leather, to hold beer. The frock of a peasant.

India

I will give him some relief, if it be but for that :| If I can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trode on neat's leather. Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee; I'll bring my wood home faster.

Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.

[wilt

Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou Anon, I know it by thy trembling: Now Prosper works upon thee.

Ste. Come on your ways: open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, cat; open your mouth: this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend: open your chaps again.

Trin. I should know that voice: It should be-But he is drowned; and these are devils: O! defend me!

Ste. Four legs, and two voices; a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: Come,- -Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth.

Trin. Stephano,—

Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! mercy! This is a devil, and no monster; I will leave him; I have no long spoon.

Trin Stephano!-if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo;-be not afeard,-thy good friend Trinculo. Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed; How cam'st thou to be the siege* of this moon-calf? Can he vent Trinculos?

Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunderstroke :-But art thou not drown'd, Stephano? I hope now, thou art not drown'd. Is the storm over-blown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm: And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd!

Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.

Cal. These be fine things, and if they be not sprites.

That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor; I will kneel to him.

Ste. How did'st thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. I escap'd upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved overboard, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast a-shore. Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy True subject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap'dst. Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

Ste. Here kiss the book: Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose. Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this! Ste. The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf? how does thine ague? Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven?

* Stool.

Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: 1 was the man in the moon, when time was. Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore

thee;

My mistress showed me thee, thy dog, and bush. Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: swear. Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster.—I afeard of him?-a very weak monster :-' -The man i' the moon?-a most poor credulous monster :- -Well drawn, monster, in good sooth.

Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the island;

And kiss thy foot: I pr'ythee, be my god.

Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster; when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.

Cal. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy

And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed;

[remove And he's composed of harshness. I must Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up, Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistress Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such baseness

Had ne'er like executor.

I forget:

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my
Most busy-less, when I do it. [labours;
Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance.
Mira. Alas, now! pray you,
Work not so hard: I would, the lightning had
Burnt up these logs, that you are enjoin'd to
pile!
[burns,
Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this
Twill weep for having wearied you: My father
Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself;
He's safe for these three hours.

Fer. O most dear mistress,

The sun will set, before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.

Mira. If you'll sit down,

I'll bear your logs the while: Pray, give me I'll carry it to the pile.

Fer. No, precious creature:

[that;

I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by.

Mira. It would become me

As well as it does you: and I should do it With much more ease; for my good will is to it, And yours against.

Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected;

This visitation shows it.

Mira. You look wearily.

Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning

with me,

When you are by at night. I do beseech you, (Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,) What is your name?

Mira. Miranda :-O my father,
I have broke your hest* to say so!
Fer. Admir'd Miranda!

Indeed, the top of admiration; worth
What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
Have I lik'd several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd,t
And put it to the foil: But you, O you,
So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.

Mira. I do not know

One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
More that I may call men, than you, good
friend,

And my dear father: how features are abroad,
I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty,
(The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of: but I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
Therein forget.

Fer. I am, in my condition,

A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;

(I would, not so!) and would no more endure † Own'd.

• Command.

VOL. I.

H

The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service; there resides,
To make me slave to it; and, for your sake,
Am I this patient log-man.
Mira. Do you love me?

Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound,

And crown what I profess with kind event,
If I speak true; if hollowly, invert
What best is boded me, to mischief! I,
Beyond all limit of what else* i' the world,
Do love, prize, honour you.

Mira. I am a fool,

To weep at what I am glad of. Pro. Fair encounter

[offer

[grace Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain On that which breeds between them! Fer. Wherefore weep you? Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not What I desire to give; and much less take, What I shall die to want: But this is trifling And all the more it seeks to hide itself, The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful And prompt me, plain and holy innocence! cunning! I am your wife, if you will marry me; You may deny me; but I'll be your servant, If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow Whether you will or no.

Fer. My mistress, dearest, And I thus humble ever.

Mira. My husband then?

Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing

As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. Mira. And mine, with my heart in't: And now farewell,

Till half an hour hence.

Fer. A thousand! thousand!

[Exeunt FER. and MIR. Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are surpris'd with all; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book; For yet, ere supper time, must I perform Much business appertaining.

[Exit. SCENE II-Another part of the island. Enter STEPHANO, and TRINCULO; CALIBAN following with a bottle.

Ste. Tell not me ;-when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and board 'em: Servant-monster, drink to me.

Trin. Servant-monster? the folly of this island! They say, there's but five upon this isle we are three of them; if the other two be brained like us, the state totters.

Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almost set in thy head.

Trin. Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.

Ste. My man-monster hath drowned his tongue in sack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me: I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty leagues, off and on, by this light.-Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard.

Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard.

Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster. Trin. Nor go neither: but you'll lie, like dogs; and yet say nothing neither.

*Whatsoever.