That he's undrown'd. That Ferdinand is drown'd? Seb. Ant. He's gone. Who's the next heir of Naples? Seb. If he were that which now he's like, that's dead; Whom I, with this obedient steel,-three inches of it, 293 Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you, doing thus, To the perpetual wink for aye might put This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who Then tell me 252 Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest, They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk; 296 They'll tell the clock to any business that We say befits the hour. Seb. Claribel. 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-256 The man i' th' moon's too slow-till new-born chins Be rough and razorable: she that, from whom? We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again, 260 And by that destiny to perform an act 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 266 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 Thy case, dear friend, Shall be my precedent: as thou got'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, 303 To fall it on Gonzalo. Seb. O but one word. [They converse apart. Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible. Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth— His time doth take. If of life you keep a care, Ant. Then let us both be sudden. 308 312 Now, good angels [They wake. Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did't not wake you? It struck mine ear most terribly. Alon. I heard nothing. Ant. O! 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear, To make an earthquake: sure it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions. 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 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 arms! Warm, o' my troth! Ido now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again: my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past. 44 Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand. Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea, Here shall I die a-shore: This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: [Drinks. Well, here's my comfort. 49 52 Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian and Margery, This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my com- Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages and men of Ind? Ha! I have not 'scaped drowning, to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground: and it shall be said so again while Stephano breathes at's nostrils. Cal. The spirit torments me: O! 68 Ste. This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who hath 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: 75 get to Naples with him, he's a present for any Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brew-if I can recover him and keep him tame and ing; I hear it sing i' the wind: yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard 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! 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 1 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, I can tell you, and that soundly [gives CALIBAN drink]: 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. 96 Ste. Four legs and two voices; a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague. Come. Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth. 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. 110 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? 115 Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunderstroke. But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead mooncalf's gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano! two Neapolitans 'scaped! r22 Ste. Prithee, do not turn me about: my stomach is not constant. Cal. [Aside.] These be fine things an if they be not sprites. That's a brave god and bears celestial liquor: I will kneel to him. 127 Ste. Here, kiss the book [gives TRINCULO drink]. Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose. 141 Trin. O Stephano! hast any more of this? Ste. The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock by the seaside, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf! how does thine ague? 146 Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? Ste. Out o' 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 showed me thee, and thy dog, and thy bush. 152 And I will kiss thy foot. I prithee, be my god. Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster: when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. 164 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 puppy-headed monster. A most scarvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him,— 169 Ste. Come, kiss. Trin. But that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster! 172 Cal. I'll shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries; I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. 177 Trin. A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard! 180 Cal. I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; Show thee a jay's nest and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee To clust' ring filberts, and sometimes I'll get thee Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me? 185 Ste. I prithee now, lead the way, without any more talking.-Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here.-Here; bear my bottle.-Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. 190 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 Had never like executor. I forget: 12 44 Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my The jewel in my dower,-I would not wish labours, 48 56 Any companion in the world but you; 60 Fer. The very instant that I saw you did Do you love me? 64 Mira. 24 I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, While I sit lazy by. Mira. 28 What best is boded me to mischief! I, Mira. I am a fool 72 Mira. My mistress, dearest; 88 My husband then? Till half an hour hence. A thousand thousand! [Exit. 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. 28 Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in case to justle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish thou, was there ever a 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, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord? 36 Trin. 'Lord' quoth he!-that a monster should be such a natural! Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I prithee. 40 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. 44 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. 48 Cal. As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island. Ari. Thou liest. 52 Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey thou; I would my valiant master would destroy thee; I do not lie. Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth. 58 Trin. Why, I said nothing. Ste. Mum then and no more. [TO CALIBAN.] Proceed. 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,65 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? 69 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. 72 Cal. What a pied ninny's this! Thou scurvy patch! |