Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the Comes to the entertainer Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; [offer'd, marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. Ant. That sort was well fish'd for. day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? Alon. I pr'ythee spare. Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, Gon. Well, I have done: But yet against Seb. He will be talking. The stomach of my sense: 'would I had never Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, wager, first begins to crow ? Seb. The old.cock. 1 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. A match. Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, I saw him beat the surges under him, Seb. Ha, ha, ha! And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Ant. So, you've pay'd. Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, Seb. Yet, The surge most swoln that met him: his bold head 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Adr. Yet Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Ant. He could not miss it. To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and de- As stooping to relieve him I doubt not, Pr'ythee, peace. Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd other[wise Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks? how By all of us; and the fair soul herself 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 al most 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 Africk, 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 grac'd before with such a paragon to their queen. Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. Ant. Widow? a pox o'that! How came that wi 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; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, successions, Bourn, 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 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 ? 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 musick. 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, Seb. [find, Please you, sir, Do not omit the heavy offer of it: It is a comforter. 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 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' th' moon's too slow,) till new-born chins Be rough and razorable: she, from whom We all were 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 As this Gonzalo; 1 myself could make A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore For your advancement! Do you understand me? And how does your content Seb. Methinks, I do. Ant. Tender your own good fortune? Seb. [and Worthy Sebastian?-0, what might ?-No more :- 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? 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. Do so: to ebb, 0, If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, Most often do so near the bottom run, By their own fear, or sloth. Seb. Pr'ythee, say on: And, look, how well my garments sit upon me; Seb. But, for your conscience- 'Twould put me to my slipper; But I feel net Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; man when they will not give a doit to relieve a Enter Stephano, singing; a bottle in his hand. This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: The gunner, and his mate, Heard you this, Gonzalo ? Cal. Do not torment me: O! Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? And that a strange one too, which did awake me: Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, of Inde? Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning, to bẻ I saw their weapons drawn:-there was a noise, afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, That's verity: 'Tis best we stand upon our guard: As proper a man as ever went on four legs, cannot Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. make him give ground: and it shall be said so aAlon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further gain, while Stephano breathes at nostrils. Gon. [search Cal. The spirit torments me: O! For my poor son. Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs; who hath got, as I take it, an ague: Where Lead away. [done: the devil should he learn our language ? I will Ari. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have give him some relief, if it be but for that: If I can So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Aside. recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Na[Exeunt. ples with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's-leather. Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee; I'll bring my wood home faster. SCENE II. Another Part of the Island. Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up For every trifle are they set upon me: Sometimes like apes, that moe and chatter at me, Enter Trinculo. 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. Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt 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, Le 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 Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, monster! His forward voice now is to speak well Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i th' wind: yond' same black 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 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! h! 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 of his friend his backward voice is to utter foul speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my botthe 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 killed with a thunder stroke-But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm: And art thou liv- ing, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor Ste. How didst thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hi- ther. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sai- lors heaved over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, 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 can'st swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose. by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf? how does thine ague? Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? Ste. Out of the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was. Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee; My mistress shewed me thee, and thy dog, and thy 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 mon- ster-The man i' the moon? a most poor credu- lous monster:-Well drawn, monster, in good sooth. Cal. 1'll shew thee every fertile inch o'th' island; And I will kiss thy foot. I pr'ythee, be my god. Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunk en monster; when his god's asleep, he'll rob his Cal. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy subject. Ste. Come on then; down, and swear. Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this pup. plague u upon the tyrant that I serve! I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; Shew thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee SCENE I. Before Prospero's Cell. Enter Ferdinand, bearing a Log. Fer. There be some sports are painful; and Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters Point to rich ends. This my mean task Would be as heavy to me, as odious; but The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed; And he's composed of harshness. I must remove 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 Had ne'er like executor. I forget: [baseness But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my la- Enter Miranda; and Prospero at a Distance. Work not so hard: I would, the lightning had Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile! Pray, set it down, and rest you when this burns, "Twill weep for having wearied you: My father Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with When you are by at night. I do beseech you, 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, And put it to the foil: But you, O you, One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Save, from my glass, mine own; 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 A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king; (I would, not so!) and would no more endure This wooden slavery, than to suffer Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord ? Trin. Lord, quoth he!that a monster should The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul be such a natural! speak ; 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, Do love, prize, honour you. Mira. I am a fool, Fair encounter Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace Wherefore weep you? [ning! Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer If not, I'll die your maid to be your fellow Whether you will or no. 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 Till half an hour hence. [farewell, Fer. A thousand! thousand! [Exeunt Fer. and Mira. 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. 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. Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf. Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe; I'll not serve him, he is not valiant. Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster; I am in case to justle a constable: Why, thou deboshed fish thou, was there ever man a coward, that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish, and half a monster? Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I pr'ythee. Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head; if you prove a mutineer, the next tree-The poor monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity. Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd To hearken once again the suit I made thee? Ste. Marry will I: kneel, and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo. Enter Ariel, invisible. Cal. I say by sorcery he got this isle; From me he got it. If thy greatness will Revenge it on him-for, I know, thou dar'st; But this thing dare not. Ste. That's most certain. Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Ste. How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party? Cal. Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep. Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head. Ari. Thou liest, thou canst not. Cal. What a pied ninny's this? Thou scurvy patch! I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows, [him Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fish of thee. Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off. Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied? Ste. Do I so? take thou that. [Strikes him.] As you like this, give me the lie another time. Trin. I did not give the lie: Out o'your wits, and hearing too? A pox o'your bottle! this can sack, and drinking do.- A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers! Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log One spirit to command: They all do hate him, |