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And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking. This done, he took the bride about the neck; And kiss'd her lips with such a clamorous smack, That, at the parting, all the church did echo.
THE MIND ALONE VALUABLE.
FOR 'tis the mind that makes the body rich;
ACT V. THE WIFE'S DUTY TO HER HUSBAND. Fie, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow; And dart not scornful glances from those eyes, To wound thy lord, thy king, thy governor: It blots thy beauty, as frosts bite the meads; Confounds thy fame, as whirlwinds shake fair buds; And in no sense is meet, or amiable. A woman mov’d, is like a fountain troubled, Muddy, ill-seemning, thick, bereft of beauty; And, while it is so, none so dry or thirsty Will deign to sip, or touch one drop of it. Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance: commits his body To painful labour, both by sea and land; To watch the night in storms, the day in cold,
While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe ;
HAT now he was The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, And suck'd my verdure out on't.
ARIEL'S DESCRIPTION OF MANAGING THE STORM. 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, Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the precursors O’ the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
* Gentle tempers.
And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and cracks Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake.
Not a soul,
PROSPERO REPROVING ARIEL.
cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins* Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them.
Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, Thou strok’dst me, and mad'st much of me; wouldst
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,
O ho, O ho!—'would it had been done!
Of his bones are coral made;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
A LOVER'S SPEECH.
DESCRIPTION OF FERDINAND'S SWIMMING ASHORE. 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: bis bold head Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt, He came alive to land.
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
A FINE APOSIOPESIS.
They fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Worthy Sebastian ?-0, what might?-No more:And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee: and My strong imagination sees a crown Dropping upon thy head.
CALIBAN'S CURSES. 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 nor pinch, Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire, Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark Out of my way, unless he bid them; but For every trifle are they set upon me: Sometime like apes, that moe
* and chatter at me, And aster, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
* Make mouths.