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. 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 Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no stand-you like this, give me the lie another time. ard. 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, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord? Trin. Lord, quoth he!--that a monster should be such a natural! 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! Cal. Ha, ha, ha! Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pr'ythee, stand further off. Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time, Stand further.-Come, proceed. Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I pr'ythee. Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd The beauty of his daughter; he himself Ste. Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be king and queen; (save our graces!) and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys:-Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo? Trin. Excellent. SCENE III.—Another part of the Island. En- Gon. By'r lakin, I can go no further, sir; I needs must rest me. Will we take thoroughly. Ant. The next advantage Thou hast said well; for some of you there present, (Although they want the use of tongue,) a kind Pro. Aside. Fran. They vanish'd strangely. Not I. Gon. Faith, Sir, you need not fear: When we were boys, Who would believe that there were mountaineers, Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at them Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men, Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we Good warrant of. Alon. I will stand to, and feed, Thunder and lightning. Enter Ariel like a har- Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny (That hath to instrument this lower world, And what is in't,) the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up; and on this island Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; [Seeing Alon. Seb. &c. draw their swords. And even with such like valour, men hang and drown Let it be to-night; For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance, As when they are fresh. Seb. I say, to-night: no more. Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate; the elements Solemn and strange music; and Prospero above, Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bring- Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs ing in a banquet; they dance about it with gen-Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish the actions of salutation; and inviting the king, &c. to eat, they depart. Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, hark! Gon. Marvellous sweet music! Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens!-What were these? Seb. A living drollery:2 Now I will believe, Ant. One dowles that's in my plume; my fellow-ministers (Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls (4) Wonder. Sour-ey'd disdain, and discord, shall bestrew With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den, Pro. Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own.What, Ariel: my industrious servant Ariel! Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary,4 SCENE I-Before Prospero's cell. Enter Pros- Rather than want a spirit; appear, and pertly. pero, Ferdinand, and Miranda. Pro. If I have too austerely punish'd you, Your compensation makes amends; for I Have given you here a thread of mine own life, Or that for which I live; whom once again I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore Heaven, I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand, Do not smile at me, that I boast her off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, And make it halt behind her. Fer. Against an oracle. I do believe it, Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: But If thou dost break her virgin knot before All sanctimonious ceremonies may With full and holy rite be minister'd, No sweet aspersion3 shall the heavens let fall To make this contract grow; but barren hate, (1) Pure, blameless. (2) Alienation of mind. No tongue; all eyes; be silent. [Soft music A Masque. Enter Iris. Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, Cer. SONG. Juno. Honour, riches, marriage-blessing, Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and Pro. Spirits, which by mine art I have from their confines call'd to enact My present fancies. Fer. Let me live here ever; So rare a wonder'd' father, and a wife, Make this place Paradise. [Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment. There's something else to do: hush, and be mute, Or else our spell is marr'd. Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the wand'ring brooks, With your sedg'd crowns, and ever harmless looks, Enter certain Nymphs. You sun-burn'd sicklemen, of August weary, Enter certain Reapers, properly habited; they join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards the end whereof Prospero starts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish. Pro. [Aside.] I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban, and his confederates, Against my life; the minute of their plot Is almost come.-[To the Spirits.] Well done;avoid;-no more. Fer. This is most strange: your father's in some passion That works him strongly. Mira. Never till this day, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, We wish your peace. So fuil of valour, that they smote the arr ears, "To doat thus on such luggage? Let's along, Ste. Be you quiet, monster.-Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: Sow, Jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a calc ersin. Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses, I go, I go. Exit. Ari. Cal. Pray, you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell. Ste. Monster, your fairy, which, you say, is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack3 with us. Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation. '' Trin. Do, do: We steal by line and level, an't Ste. I thank thee for that jest: here's a garment fort: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am King of this country: Steal by une and lervi, is an excellent pass of pate; there's another Carment for't. Tria. Master, come, put some times upon your fners, and away with the rest. Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers: help to bear this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom; go to, carry this. Trin. And this. Ste. Ay, and this. 1 noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, Pro. Hey, Mountain, bey! [Cal. Ste. and Trin. are driven out. them, Than pard, or cat o' mountain. Hark, they roar. Ari. Ste. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still: softly, All's hush'd as midnight yet. Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss. Trin. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy, monster. Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour. Cal. Prythee, my king, be quiet: Seest thou here, Ste. Give me thy hand: I do begin to have bloody thoughts. Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Trin. Thy grace shall have it. | Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou ACT V. [Exeunt. SCENE I-Before the cell of Prospero. Enter Ari. Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops man, (1) Bait. (2) Education. (3) Jack with a lantern. 4) Ever. (5) A shop for sale of old clothes. (6) Bird-lime. (7) Leopard. |