Gon. Therefore, my lord, —

as when we put them on first in Africk, at the Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to Alon. I pr’y thee, spare.

the King of Tunis. Gon. Well, I have done: But yet

Seb. 'T was a sweet marriage, and we prosper Seb. He will be talking.

well in our return! Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such wager, first begins to crow?

a paragon to their queen. Seb. The old cock.

Gon. Not since Widow Dido's time. Ant. The cockerel.

Ant. Widow ! a pox o’that? How came that Seb. Done: the wager ?

widow in ? Widow Dido! Ant. A laughter.

Seb. What if he had said, Widower Æneas too? Seb. A match.

Good lord, how you take it ! "Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, — Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

study of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Ant. So, you've paid.

Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, - Adr. Carthage ? . Seb. Yet —

Gon. I assure you, Carthage. : Adr. Yet

Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Ant. He could not miss it.

Seb. He hath raised the wall, and houses too. Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy delicate temperance.

next? Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. I think he will carry this island home in Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly de- his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. livered.

Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Adr. The air breathes upon us here most bring forth more islands. sweetly.

Gon. Ay?
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. Ant. Why, in good time.
Ant. Or, as 't were perfumed by a fen.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life. seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at Ant. True; save means to live.

the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. Seb. Of that there 's none, or little.

Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks ! how Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, Widow Dido. green!

Ant. O, Widow Dido; ay, Widow Dido, Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first Seb. With an eye of green in 't.

day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. Ant. He misses not much. ...

Ant. That sort was well fished for. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's mar

Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed riage ? almost beyond credit)

Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, Scb. As many vouched rarities are.

against Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, The stomach of my sense : 'Would I had never drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their Married my daughter there ! for, coming thence, fresliness and glosses; being rather new dyed, than My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, stained with salt water.

Who is so far from Italy removed, Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir woulu it not say, he lies ?

Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Hath made his meal on thee!
Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh! Fran. Sir, he may live;

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I saw him beat the surges under him,

Letters should not be known; no use of service, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Of riches, or of poverty; contract, succession, Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted | Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none: The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil: 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oared No occupation; all men idle, all; Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke | And women too; but innocent and pure : To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bowed, No sovereignty:As stooping to relieve him; I not doubt,

Seb. And yet he would be king on't. He came alive to land.

Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forAlon. No, no, he's gone.

gets the beginning Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great Gon. All things in common, nature should proloss;

duce That would not bless our Europe with your daugh- Without sweat or endeavor: treason, felony, ter,

Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, But rather lose her to an African;

Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,
Where she, at least, is banished from your eye, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance,
Who hath cause to wet the grief on’t.

To feed my innocent people.
Alon. Pr’ythee, peace.

Seb. No marrying ʼmong his subjects ?
Seb. You were kneeled to, and importuned Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves.

Gon. I would with such perfection govern, By all of us; and the fair soul herself

sir, Weighed between lothness and obedience, at | To excel the golden age. Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have lost Seb. Save his majesty! your son,

Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have

Gon. And, do you mark me, sir ! More widows in them of this business' making, Alon. Pr’ythee, no more: thou dost talk noThan we bring men to comfort them : the fault 's

thing to me. Your own.

Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.

it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are Gon. My lord Sebastian,

of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they alThe truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, ways use to laugh at nothing. And time to speak it in; you rub the sore,

Ant. 'T was you we laughed at. When you should bring the plaster.

Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am Seb. Very well.

nothing to you: so you may continue, and laugh Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

at nothing still.
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, Ant. What a blow was there given ?
When you are cloudy.

Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.
Seb. Foul weather ?

Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle ; you
Very foul,

would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she
Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, — would continue in it five weeks without changing.
Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed.
Seb. Or docks, or mallows.

Enter ARIEL invisible, playing solemn music.
Gon. And were the king of it, what would I do?
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling
Gon. I'the commonwealth, I would by contra Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry.

Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventur Execute all things : for no kind of traffic my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me Would I admit; no name of magistrate; asleep, for I am very heavy ?

Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.

Must be so too, if heed me; which to do
[All sleep but ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, and Trebles thee o'er.

Seb. Well, I am standing water.
Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.

Seb. Do so: to ebb, Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts : Hereditary sloth instructs me. I find

Ant. 0, They are inclined to do so.

If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, Seb. Please you, sir,

Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, Do not omit the heavy offer of it:

You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,

Most often do so near the bottom run, It is a comforter.

By their own fear, or sloth. Ant. We two, my lord,

Seb. Pr’ythee, say on : Will guard your person, while you take your rest, The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim And watch your safety.

A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed, Alon. Thank you: wondrous heavy.-- Which throes thee much to yield.

[Alonso sleeps. Exit ARIEL. Ant. Thus, sir : Scb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them ? Although this lord of weak remembrance, this Ant. It is the quality o’the climate.

(Who shall be of as little memory, Seb. Why

When he is carthed), hath here almost persuaded Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not (For he's a spirit of persuasion, only Myself disposed to sleep.

Professes to persuade) the king, his son 's alive; Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. 'T is as impossible that he's undrowned, They fell together all, as by consent;

As he that sleeps here, swims. They dropped, as by a thunder-stroke. What Seb. I have no hope might,

That he's undrowned. Worthy Sebastian? — 0, what might? — no Ant. O, out of that no hope, more:

What great hope have you ! no hope, that way, is And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,

Another way so high an hope, that even What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee; Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, and

But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with My strong imagination sees a crown

me, Dropping upon thy head.

That Ferdinand is drowned. Seb. What, art thou waking ?

Seb. He's gone. Ant. Do you not hear me speak ?


Then, tell me, Seb. I do; and, surely,

Who's the next heir of Naples ? It is a sleepy language; and thou speak’st

Seb. Claribel. Out of thy sleep: What is it thou didst say ? Ant. She that is Queen of Tunis : she that dwells This is a strange repose, to be asleep

Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from With eyes wide open ; standing, speaking, moving, | Naples And yet so fast asleep.

Can have no note, unless the sun were post Ant. Noble Sebastian,

(The man i' the moon's too slow), till new-born Thou lett'st thy fortune sleep — die rather; wink'st

chins Whiles thou art waking.

Be rough and razorable; she, from whom Seb. Thou dost snore distinctly; We were all sea-swallowed, though some cast again; There's meaning in thy snores.

And, by that, destined to perform an act, Ant. I am more serious than my custom : Whereof what 's past is prologue; what to come,

| In yours and my discharge.


Seb. What stuff is this? - How say you ? I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one 'Tis true, my brother's daughter's Queen of

stroke Tunis :

Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st; So is the heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions

And I the king shall love thee. There is some space.

Ant. Draw together : Ant. A space whose every cubit

And when I rear my hand, do you the like, Seems to cry out, “ How shall that Claribel

To fall it on Gonzalo. Measure us back to Naples ?”— Keep in Tunis,

Seb. O, but one word. And let Sebastian wake ! - Say, this were death

[They converse apart. That now hath seized them; why, they were no worse

Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible. Than now they are: There be, that can rule Naples,

Ari. My master through his art foresees the As well as he that sleeps: lords, that can prate

danger As amply and unnecessarily

That these, his friends, are in ; and sends me forth As this Gonzalo; I myself could make

(For else his project dies) to keep them living. A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore

[Sings in GONZALO's ear. The mind that I do! what a sleep were this

While you here do snoring lie, For your advancement? Do you understand me?

Open-eyed conspiracy Seb. Methinks, I do.

His time doth take: Ant. And how does your content

If of life you keep a care,

Shake off slumber, and beware:
Tender your own good fortune ?

Awake! Awake!
Seb. I remember,
You did supplant your brother Prospero.

Ant. Then let us both be sudden. [They wake. Ant. True :

Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king ! And, look, how well my garments sit upon me; Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are Much feater than before : My brother's servants

you drawn? Were then my fellows, now they are my men. Wherefore this ghastly looking? Seb. But, for your conscience —

Gon. What's the matter? Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your rekybe,

pose, 'T would put me to my slipper : But I feel not Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing This deity in my bosom; twenty consciences, Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they It struck mine ear most terribly. And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your bro- Alon. I heard nothing. ther,

Ant. 0, 't was a din to fright a monster's ear; No better than the earth he lies upon,

To make an earthquake ! sure it was the roar If he were that which now he's like : whom I, Of a whole herd of lions. With this obedient steel, three inches of it,

Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo ? Can lay to bed for ever: whiles you, doing thus, | Gon. Upon mine honor, sir, I heard a humTo the perpetual wink for aye might put

ming, This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who And that a strange one too, which did awake me : Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest, I shaked you, sir, and cried; as mine eyes opened, They 'll take suggestion, as a cat laps milk; I saw their weapons drawn :- there was a noise, They 'll tell the clock to any business that That's verity: 'Tis best we stand upon our We say befits the hour.

guard; Seb. Thy case, dear friend,

Or that we quit this place : let's draw our weaShall be my precedent; as thou gott'st Milan,



Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make in England now (as once I was), and had this fish further search

painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a For my poor son.

piece of silver : there would this monster make a Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts ! man; any strange beast there makes a man: when For he is, sure, i’ the island.

they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, Alon. Lead away.

they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have like a man ! and his fins like arms! Warm, o'my done :

[Aside. troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt. longer; this is no fish, but an islander, that hath

lately suffered by a thunder-bolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again : my best way is to

creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter SOENE II. — Another part of the Island. hereabout: Misery acquaints a man with strange

bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood.

the storm be past. A noise of thunder heard. Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up

Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand. From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make

I shall no more to sea, to sea, him

Here shall I die ashore: By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's fuAnd yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor neral : Well, here's to my comfort. [Drinks. pinch,

The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire,

The gunner, and his mate, Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark

Loved Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, Out of my way, unless he bid them; but

But none of us cared for Kate : For every trifle are they set upon me:

For she had a tongue with a tang, Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me,

Would cry to a sailor, “Go, hang;" And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which

She loved not the savor of tar nor of pitch,

Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch: Lie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mount

Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues, This is a scurvy tune, too: But here's my comfort. Do hiss me into madness :- Lo! now ! lo !

[Drinks. Cal. Do not torment me: Oh! Enter TRINCULO.

Ste. What's the matter ? Have we devils here? Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat; of Inde ? Ha! I have not ’scaped drowning to be Perchance, he will not mind me.

afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear said, “ As proper a man as ever went on four legs, off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; cannot make him give ground:” and it shall be I hear it sing i' the wind : yond' same black cloud, said so again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils. yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that 1 Cal. The spirit torments me: Oh! would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four it did before, I know not where to hide my head : legs : who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pail- the devil should he learn our language? I will fuls.— What have we here? a man or a fish? give him some relief, if it be but for that: If I can dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish: a recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever the newest, Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I trod on neat's leather.

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