What torment I did find thee in; thy groans Did make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts 290 Of ever angry bears it was a torment The pine and let thee out. And peg thee in his knotty entrails till Do so, and after two days 301 To no sight but thine and mine, invisible To every eyeball else. Go take this shape And hither come in't go, hence with diligence! [Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake! Mir. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me. Pros. Shake it off. Come on; We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never Yields us kind answer. Mir. 'Tis a villain, sir, 310 I do not love to look on. Pros. But, as 'tis, We cannot miss him he does make our fire, Fetch in our wood and serves in offices That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban ! Thou earth, thou! speak. Cal. [Within] There's wood enough within. Pros. Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee: Come, thou tortoise! when ? Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear. Ari. Pros. My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Enter CALIBAN. 320 All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em. Cal. I must eat my dinner. 330 This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first, Thou strokedst me and madest 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 loved thee And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile : Deservedly confined into this rock, profit on't Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you For learning me your language! Pros. If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly cramps, Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. Gon. But the rarity of it is,-which is indeed almost beyond credit, Seb. As many vouched rarities are. Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and glosses, being rather new-dyed than stained with salt water. Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say he lies? [port. Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his reGon. Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis. 71 Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return. Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such 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 Eneas' 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. Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Seb. His word is more than the miraculous harp; he hath raised the wall and houses too. Ant. What impossible matter will he make 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. 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. Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Seb. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. 100 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 fished for. Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? Alon. You cram these words into mine ears against But rather lose her to an African; Alon. Prithee, peace. Seb. You were kneel'd to and importuned otherwise Very foul. Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, Ant. He'ld sow't with nettle-seed. Seb. 'Scape being drunk for want of wine. Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by con traries 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, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil; forgets the beginning. Gon. All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavor: treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, 161 Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects? Ant. None, man; all idle whores and knaves. [sir, Gon. I would with such perfection govern, To excel the golden age. Seb. God save his majesty! Ant. Long live Gonzalo ! And, do you mark me, sir? Alon. Prithee, no more thou dost talk nothing to me. 171 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 laughed 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 ! 180 Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. Gon. You are gentlemen of brave metal; 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. 190 [All sleep except Alon., Seb., and Ant. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine Why 200 Ant. It is the quality o' the climate. Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Worthy Sebastian? O, what might ?—No Seb. Prithee, 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. Although this lord of weak remembrance, this, Who shall be of as little memory Thus, sir: When he is earth'd, hath here almost per suaded, 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 Ant. I have no hope O, out of that no hope' What great hope have you! no hope that way is Another way so high a hope that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, 240 |