Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Mira. 'Would I might But ever see that man! Pro. Now I arise: Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Mira. Heavens thank you for 't! And now I pray you, Sir, (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this ac-storm? Pro. Know thus far forth. By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, Brought to this shore: and by my presciene I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star; whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.-Here cease more questions; Enter ARIEL. Ari. All hail, great master! grave Sir, hail! I code To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding task Pro. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Pro. My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil, Would not infect his reason? Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation. All, but mariners, Prs. Why, that's my spirit! But was not this nigh shore? Ari. Close by, my master. Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Ari. Not a hair perish'd; On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before; and, as thou bad'st me, In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle: The king's son have I landed by himself; His arms in this sad knot. Pro. Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast disposed, Ari. Safely in harbour Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, Bupposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Iro. Ariel, thy charge Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did, Pro. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant: To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands, A dozen years; within which space she died, A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with Ari. Yes; Caliban, her son. Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax The pine, and let thee out. Ari. I thank thee, master. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Ari. Pardon, master: I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently. Pro. Do so; and after two days I will discharge thee. Ari. That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea; Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape, And hither come in't: hence, with diligence. [Exit ANIEL Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake! Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness on me. Pro. Shake it off: come on; We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Mira. 'Tis a villain, Sir, I do not love to look on Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more stinging Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and fertile; Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me Pro. Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have used thee, Cal. O ho, O ho!-would it had been done! Pro. Abhorred slave! Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour Who hadst deserved more than a prison. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid you, For learning me your language! Pro. Hag-seed, hence! "Full fathom five thy father lies; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Into something rich and strange. Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell." Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father: This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say, what thou seest yond'. Mira. What is't? a spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, Sir, [senses Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such As we have, such: this gallant which thou seest Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, And strays about to find them. Mira. I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. Pro. It goes on, [him As my soul prompts it:-spirit, fine spirit! I'll free Within two days for this. [Aside. [thee "Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, To answer other business. Shrugg'st thou, malice? Pro. The duke of Milan, If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; And his more braver daughter, could control thee, If now 'twere fit to do't:-at the first sight [Aside. They have changed eyes:-delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good Sir; Cal. No, pray thee! I must obey: his art is of such power, [A side. It would control my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him. Pro. So, slave; hence! [Exit CALIBAN. I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Fer. O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples. Pro. Soft, Sir; one word more. I must uneasy make, lest too light winning They are both in either's powers: but this swift business [Aside. Make the prize light.-One word more: I charge thee, That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself Fer. No, as I am a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple Fer. So they are: [TO FERD. My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. Pro. It works :-Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel !-Follow me.-. [To FERD. and MIRA. Hark, what thou else shalt do me." Mira. Be of comfort; My father's of a better nature, Sir, [TO ARIEL. Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Which now came from him. Pro. Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command. Gon. 'Beseech you, Sir, be merry: you have cause Can speak like us: then wisely, good Sir, weigh Alon. Pr'ythee, peace. 1 Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike. Gon. Sir, Seb. One-Tell. Gon. When every grief is entertain'd that's offer'd, Comes to the entertainer Seb. A dollar. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spoken traer than you purposed. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should. Gon. Therefore, my lord, Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Alon. I pr'ythee, spare. Gon. Well, I have done: but yet Seb. He will be talking. Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow? Seb. The old cock. Ant. The cockrel. Seb. Done: the wager? Ant. A laughter. Seb. A match. Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, Seb. Ha, ha, ha! Ant. So, you've paid. Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,... Seb. Yet Adr. Yet Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life. 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 almost 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 dyed, than stained 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 Afric, 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 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 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. Seb. 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. 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 The stomach of my sense. Would I had never Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, My son is lost, and, in my rate, she too, Who is so far from Italy removed, Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed. Seb. 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 Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none: And women too; but innocent and pure: Seb. And yet he would be king on't. [beginning. Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the Gon. All things in common nature should produce, Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people. Seb. 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?- [me. Alon. Prythee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to 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! Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. 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 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. [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 find They are inclined to do so Seb. Please you, Sir, Do not omit the heavy offer of it: It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, It is a comforter Seb. He's gone. Will you grant, with me, Ant. Then, tell me, 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' the moon's too slow,) till new-born ching Seb. What stuff is this?-How say you? Ant. A space whose every cubit That now hath seized them; why, they were no worse As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate As amply, and unnecessarily, As this Gonzalo; I myself could make A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore The mind that I do! what a sleep were this Ant. True: And, look, how well my garments sit upon me; Seb. But, for your conscience Ant. Ay, Sir; where lies that? if it were a kibe, If he were that which now he's like; whom I, = Seb. Thy case, dear friend, Shall be my precedent; as thou gott'st Milan, A Lie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mount Enter TRINCULO. Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any sing i' the 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 Cécada 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 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! I do 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 bed-fellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past. I'l come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke 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. Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible. Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth (For else his project dies) to keep them living. [Sings in GONZALO's ear., 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. Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo? Gon. Upon mine honour, Sir, I heard a bumming, Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! Alon. Lead away. [search Ari. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have done: So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Aside. [Exeunt. SCENE II.-Another part of the Island. Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up And after, bite me; then like hedgehogs, which orth Cal. Do not torment me: 0! Cal. The spirit torments me: 0! Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs; Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee; Ste. He's in his fit now; and does not talk after the Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt Now Prosper works upon thee. Ste. Come on your ways: open your mouth; here is Trin. I should know that voice: it should be-but |