Gonz. BESEECH you, sir, be merry: you have 30 Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,→→

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 master of some merchant, and the merchant, 35
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.

Aon. Prythee, peace.

Seh. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.
Seb. Look, he is winding up the watch of his
wit; by and by it will strike.

Gon. Sir,

Seb. One:

-Tell.

Gon. When ev'ry grief is entertained, that's offered, comes to the entertainer-——

Seb. A dollar.

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Gon. Dolour comes to him indeed; you have 50 spoken truer than you purpos'd.

Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.

Gon. Therefore, my lord,

Seb. Ha, ha ha!

Ant. So, you've paid.

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,--
Seb. Yet,

Adr. Yet

Ant. He could not miss't.

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
deliver'd.

Adr.Theair breathes upon ushere most sweetly.
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.
Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd 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.

Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks how green!

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,

Ant. Fie, what a spend-thrift is he of his tongue! 55 almost beyond credit)—,

Aton. I pr'ythee, spare.

Gon. Well, I have done: But yet

Sb. Ile will be talking.

Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drench'd in the sea, hold notwithstanding their

Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good freshness, and glosses: being rather new dy'd, than wager, first begins to crow?

160 stain'd with salt water.

Hint is that which recals to the memory. The cause that fills our minds with grief is common.

Temperance here means temperature. In the puritanical times it was usual to christen children

from the titles of religious and moral virtues. * i. e. of a dark full colour, the opposite to pale and jaint,

Anta

Ant. If but one of his poc ets 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 Africk, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis.

S-b. Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.

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he's gone.

Alon. No, no,
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.

[otherwise Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd

Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such 10 By all of us; and the fair soul herself

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.

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Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at
Which end the beam should bow. We have lost

20 The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, When you should bring the plaister.

Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Ant. What impossible matter will he make 25 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.

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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. 35 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
Marry'd 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. Othon mine heir
Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Hath in de 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
The surge most swoln that met him his bold head
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar d
Himself with his good arms in lusty stroak

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Seb. Very well.

Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, When you are cloudy.

Seb. Foul weather!

Ant. Very foul.

Gon. Hadithe plantation of this isle, my lord,-
Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed.

Seb. Or docks, or mallows.

[do?

Gon. And were the king of it, What would I
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. [ries
Gon. I' the commonwealth, I would by contra-
Execute all things: for no kind of traffick
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,
And use of service, none; contract, succession,
Bourn2, 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 pro

duce

Without sweat or endeavour: Treason, felony,
50 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.

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To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd[60]
As stooping to relieve hum: I not doubt
He came alive to land.

Or, of my reason and natural affection. plenty.

Sb. No marrying 'mong 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?
Alon. Pr'ythee, no more; thou dost talk no-
thing 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 nothing 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 metal; you wou d lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.

Trebles thee o'er.

Seb. Well, I am standing water.
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Seb. Do so: to ebb,

5 Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Ant. O,

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

Enter Aril, playing solemn musick. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling. 15 Ant. Nay, my good 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.

[Gonz. Adr. Fra. &c. sleep. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine

eyes

[find,

Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I
They are inclin'd to do so.

Seb. Pr'ythee, say on:

The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
A matter from thee: and a birth indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.

Ant. Thus, sir:

Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,
(Who shall be of as little memory,
When he is earth'd) hath here almost persuaded,
20(For he's a spirit of persuasion, only

Professes to persuade) 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

25 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,

[me,

30 But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with That Ferdinand is drown'd?

Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! 35
Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.

Seh. 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

Seb. He's gone.

Ant. Then, tell me,

Who's the next heir of Naples?

Seb. Claribel.

[dwells

Can have no note, unless the sun were post,[chins 40 (The man i' the moon's too slow) till new-born Be rough and razorable: she, from whom [again: We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast And, by that destiny, to perform an act, Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come, In yours, and my discharge.

might,

[more:

Worthy Sebastian?—O, what might ?

And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,

-No
[and 45

What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee;

My strong imagination sees a crown

Seb. What, art thou waking?

Ant. Do you not hear me speak?

Dropping upon thy head.

Sb. 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

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With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving: 55
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,

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
[Naples,

worse

Than now they are: There be, that can rule
As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate
As amply, and unnecessarily,

As this Gonzalo; I myself could make

60 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.

'A chough is a bird of the jack-daw kind, chiefly in Cornwal.

Ant.

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

Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo ?

Gon. Upon my honour, sir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me: I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, 5I saw their weapons drawn-there was a noise, That's verity: 'Tis best we stand upon our

Ant. Ay,sir; where lies that? If it were a kybe, 10
"Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not
This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,
That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candy'd be they,
And melt, e'er they molest. Here lies
your bro-
No better than the earth he lies upon, [ther, 15
If he were that which now he's like, that's' dead;
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 ay 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.

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Seb. Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent; as thou gott'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.

Enter Ariel, with musick and song. Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger

That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth (For else his project dies) to keep them living.

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guard;

Orthat we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.
Alon. Lead of this ground; and let's make fur-

ther search

For my poor son.

Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts!
For he is, sure, i' the island.
Alon. Lead away.

done.

Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have [Aside So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt. SCENE II.

Another part of the island. Enter Caliban with a burden of wood: A noise of thunder heard.

Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make

him

By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll not pinch,
Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i'the mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
30 Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle they are set upon me:
Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
35 Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
Do hiss me into ma ness:-Lo! now! lo!

Enter Trinculo.

Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, [Sings in Gonzalo's ear. 40 For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat;

While you here do snoring lit,
Open-end 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?

Perchance he will not mind me.

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it singing the wind: yond' same black 45 cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard. 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 chuse but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? a man or a fish? 50Dead 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 ash painted, not a holiday-fool there but would 55 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 like 60 arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, but A hint of villany. Having your swords drawn. Bumbard mans, 'n this place, a large vessel for holding drink. 7 i. e. similar to Wicklim's motto, Learning makes a man.

Scb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you? It strook mine ear most terribly.

Trin. Stephano!-if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo; -be not afraid,-thy good friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's 15legs, 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 20hope. 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. What's the matter? have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men 25| of Inde? Ha! I have not 'scaped drowning to be afraid now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever went upon four legs, cannot make him give ground: and it shall be said so again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils. 30 Cal. The spirit torments me: Oh!

Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs; who has got, as I take it, an ague: Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief, if it be but for that: If 135 can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neats-leather.

Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee; I'll bring my wood home faster.

St. Prythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.

Cal. These betine things, an ifthey be not sprights.
That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:
I will kneel to him.

Ste. How dids't thou 'scape? How can'st thou hither? swear, by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. I escap'd upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heav'd over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast a-shore.

Cal. Pil swear, upon that bottle, to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here; swear then, how escap'dst thou? Trin. Swom a-shore, man, like a duck; I can 40swini like a duck, I'll be sworn.

1 A gaberdine is properly the coarse frock or outward garment of a peasant, and is still worn by the peasants in Sussex. e. any sum, or ever so much. Tremor is always represented as the effect of being possess'd by the devil. Alluding to an old proverb, that good liquor will make a cat speak. Means, stop your draught. Alluding to the proverb, A long spoon to eat with the devil. "Siege signifies stool in every sense of the word, and is here used in the dirtiest.