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Pro. Soft, sir; one word more.—

They are both in either's powers : but this swift business

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [Aside.
Make the prize light.--One word more ; I charge
That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp [thee,
The name thou ow'st not ; and hast put thyself
Upon this island, as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on’t.

Fer. No, as I am a man.

Mira. There's mothing ill can dwell in such a If the ill spirit have so fair an house, [temple: Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

Pro. Follow me.— [To Ferd. Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor.—Come. I'll manacle thy neck and feet together : Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

Fer. No ;
I will resist such entertainment, till
Mine enemy has more power. [He draws.

Mira. 0 dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro. What, I say,
My foot my tutor –Put thy sword up, traitor;
Who mak’st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy con-


Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward ;
For I can here disarm thee with this stick,
And make thy weapon drop.

Mira. Beseech you, father

Pro. Hence ; hang not on my garments.

Mira. Sir, have pity; I'll be his surety.

Pro. Silence : one word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. An advocate for an impostor hush Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he, Having seen but him and Caliban : foolish wench To the most of men this is a Caliban, And they to him are angels.

Mira. My affections Are then most humble ; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man.

Pro. Come on ; obey : [To Ferd. Thy nerves are in their infancy again, And have no vigour in them.

Fer. So they are: My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Might I but through my prison, once a day, ja this maid : all corners else o'the earth Let liberty make use of; space enough Have I in such a prison.

Pro. It works :-Come on.— Thou hast done well, fine Ariel —Follow me.—

[To Ferdinand and Miranda.

Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To Ariel.

Mira. Be of comfort; My father's of a better nature, sir, Than he appears by speech ; this is unwonted, Which now cane from him.

Pro. thou shalt be as free As mountain winds : but then exactly do All points of my command.


Pro. Come, follow : speak not for him.

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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 truer 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’y thee 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. Aar. Though this island seem to be desert, Seb. Ha, ha, ha! Ant. So, you’ve pay’d. Aar. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,_ Seb. Yet, Adr. Yet— Ant. He could not miss it. Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance. Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Ant. True : save means to live. Seb. Of that there’s none, or little. Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks : how een 2 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 dy'd, than stain’d with salt water. Ant. It but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say, He liest 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 Africk, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claibel, to the king of Tunis. Seb. "Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return. Aar. Tunis was never grac'd before with such a paragon to their queen. Gon. Not since widow Dido’s time. Ant. Widow t a pox o'that ' How came that widow in t 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. seh. He hath rais’d the wall, and houses too. Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy next t sch. 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. Aw t 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. Ant. O, widow Dido ; ay, widow Dido.

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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 fish’d 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 remov’d, I ne'er again shall see her. 0 thou mine heir Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish Hath made his meal on thee :

Fran. Sir, he may live; I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Whose enmity he flung aside, and b. easted The surge most swolm that met him : his 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.

Alon. No, no, he's gone.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss; That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, But rather lose her to an African ; Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Wh9 hath cause to wet the grief on’t,

Alon. Pr’ythee, peace.

Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun’d otherwise By all of us; and the fair soul herself Weigh’d, between lothness and obedience, at Which end o'the beam she'd bow. We have lost your I fear, for ever : Milan and Naples have [son, More widows in them of this business’ making, Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault’s Your own.

Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.

Gon. My lord Sebastian, The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, And time to speak it in : you rub the sore, wo you should bring the plaster.


Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, When you are cloudy.

Seč. Foul weather ?

Ant. Very foul.

Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord,

Ant. He’d sow it with nettle-seed.

seb. Or docks, or mal!ows.

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 Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known ; no use of service, Of riches, or of poverty; no contracts, Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none : No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil : No occupation ; all men idle, all ; And women too; but innocent and pure: No sovereignty —

Seb. And yet he would be king on’t.

Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.

Gon. All things in common mature should produce Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Sword, F. knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have ; o: nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance, To seed my innocent people.

Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects

Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves.

Gon. I would with such persection govern, sir, To excel the golden age.

Very well.

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wo. Pr'ythee, no more; thou dost talk nothing me.

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 laugh’d at.
Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am no-

thing to you ; so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.

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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. Ant. We two, my lord, Will guard your person, while you take your rest, And watch your safety. Alon. Thank you : wondrous heavy, [Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel. Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them : Ant. It is the quality o'the climate. Seb. why Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not Myself dispos'd to sleep. 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 f-0, what might t—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. Seò. What, art thou waking t Ant. Do you not hear me speak Seb. I do ; and, surely, It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st Qut of thy sleep : what is it thou didst say t This is a strange repose, to be asleep With eyes wide open ; standing, speaking, moving, And yet so fast asleep. Ant. Noble Sebastian, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep—die rather; wink'st Whiles thou art waking. Sob. Thou dost snore distinctly ; There's meaning in thy snores. Ant. I am more serious than my custom : you Must be so too, if heed me ; which to do, Trebles thee o’er. Seb. Well; I am standing water. Ant. I’ll teach you how to flow.

Seb. Do so: to ebb, Hereditary sloth instructs me. Ant. O,

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We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again;
And, by that, destin'd, to perform an act,
Whereof what’s past is prologue; what to come,
In yours and my discharge.

Seb. What stuff is this 2–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 ever Seems to cry out, How shalt that Claribe Measure us back to Naples t—Keep in Tunis, And let Sebastian wake!—Say, this were death That now hath seiz'd them ; why, they were no worse Than now they are : there be, that can rule Naples, 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 For your advancement Do you understand met

Seb. Methinks I do.

Ant. And how does your content Tender your own good fortunet

Seb. I remember, You did supplant your brother Prospero.

Ant. True : And look, how well my garments sit upon me ; Much feater than before my brother's servants Were then my fellows, now they are my men.

Seb. But, for your conscience

Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that t if it were a kibe, "Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not This deity in my bosom : twenty consciences, That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they, And melt ere they morest." Here lies your brother, No better than the earth he lies upon, if he were that which now he’s like ; whom I, With this obedient steel, three inches of it, 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 should not upbraid our course. For all the rest, " They’ll take suggestion as a cat laps milk; They'll tell the clock to any business that We say befits the hour.

Seb. 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 . hand, do you the like,
'To fall it on Gonzalo.



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Afon. Lead away. Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done : [Aside. So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exetint.

SCENE II. Another Part of the Island.

Enter Caliban, with a Burden of Wood.

A Noise of Thunder heard.

Cal. 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 firebrand, in the dark, Out of my way, unless he bid them ; but For every trille are they set upon me : Sometimes like apes, that moe and chatter at me, And after, bite me ; then like hedge-hogs, which Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am I All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues, Do hiss me into madness : —Lo now ! lo 1

Enter Trinculo.

Here comes a spirit of his ; and to torment me,
For bringing wood in slowly : I'll fall flat;
Perchance he will not mind me.

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing ; I hear it 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 be- | fore, 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 Were I in England now (as once I was), and had this fish painted, not a holiday-sool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster of: a man ; any strange beast there || makes a man : when they will not give a doit to re- | lieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg’d like a man s and his fins like arms' Warm, oomy 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 bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past.

Enter Stephano, singing; a Bottle in his Hand. Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea, Here shall I die a-shore 5– This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: Well, here's my comfort. [Drinks. The master, the surabber, the boatswain, and I, The gunner and his mate, Lov’d Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, But none of us car'd for Kate : For she had a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang : She lov’d not the savour of tar nor of pitch, ret a tailor might scratch her where’er she did itch: Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. This is a scurvy tune too; but here's my comfort. [Drinks. Cal. Do not torment me : 0 ! Ste. What's the matter t Have we devils here Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of inde : Ha I have not 'scap'd 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 nostrils. Cal. The spirit torments me : Ol 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 f I will give him some relief, if it be but for that : if I can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples H with him, he's a present for any eunperor that ever trod on meat’s leather. Cal. Do not torment me, pr’ythee; I’ll bring my wood home faster. Ste. #. 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

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SCENE I. Before Prospero’s Cell.
Enter Ferdinand, bearing a Log.
Fer. There be some sports are painful; but their
Delight in them sets off : some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone ; and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be
As heavy to me as 'tis odious ; but
The mistress, which I serve, quickens what’s dead,
And makes my labours pleasures ; 9, she is
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed;
And he's compos'd of harshness. ... I must remove
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a sore injunction : my sweet mistress
Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such base-
Had ne'er like executor. I forget: sness
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours;
Most busy-less, when I do it.
Enter Miranda ; and Prospero at a Distance.
Mira. Alas, now ! pray you,
Work not so hard : I would, the lightning had
Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin’d to pile !
Pray set it down, and rest you : when this burns,
"Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
Is hard at study ; pray now, rest yourself;
He's safe for these three hours. -
Fer. O most dear mistress,
The sun will set, before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.
Mira. -- If you’ll sit down,
I’ll bear your logs the while : pray give me that ;
I’ll carry it to the pile.
Fer. No, precious creature :
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should it: dishonour undergo,
While I sit lazy by.
Mira. It would become me
As well as it does you : and I shou'd do it
With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
And yours against.

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Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with
When you are by at night. I do beseech you
(Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers),
What is your name t

Mira. Miranda :—O my father,
I have broke your hest to say so I

Fer. Admir’d Miranda |
Indeed, the top of admiration , worth
What's dealest to the world. Full many a lady
I have ey'd with best regard : and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear : for several virtues
Have I lik’d several women ; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Inid quarrel with the noblest grace she ow’d,
And put it to the foil : but you, O you,
So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.

Mira. I do not know

One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
More that I may call men, than you, good friend,
And my dear father ; how features are abroad,
I am skill-less of ; but by my modesty
“the jewel in my dower), I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of: but I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
Therein forget.

Fer. I am, in my condition,
A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;
(I would, not so y and would no more endure
This wooden slavery, than I would suffer
The flesh-sly blow my mouth-Hear my soul speak;-
The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service; there resides,
To make me slave to it; and, for your sake,
Am I this patient log-man.

Mira. Do you love me?

Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound, And crown what I profess with kind event, If I speak true; if hollowly, invert What best is boded me, to mischief I, Beyond all limit of what else i'the world, Do love, prize, honour you.

Mira. I am a fool, To weep at what I am glad of.

Pro. Fair encounter Of two most rare affections ! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them

Fer. wherefore weep you ?

Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
What I desire to give; and much less take,
What I shall die to want : But this is trilling ;
And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence
I am your wife, if you will marry me;
If not, I’ll die your maid : to be your fellow
You may deny me; but I’ll be your servant,
Whether you will or no.

And I thus humble ever,

Mira. My husband then t

Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing
As bondage e'er of freedom : here's my hand.

Mira. And mine, with my heart in't : And now Till half an hour hence. [farewell,

rer. A thousand thousand 1

[Exeunt Fer. and Mira.

Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are surprisd with all; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I’ll to my book ; For yet, ere supper time, must I perform Much business appertaining.

SCENE II. Another Part of the Island.

Enter Stephano and Trinculo; Caliban following with a Bottle.

Ste. Tell not me —when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before : therefore bear up, and board 'em . Servant-monster, drink to me. Trin. Servant-monster the folly of this island They say, there's but five upon this isle; we are three of the in ; if the other two be brained like us, the state totters. Ste. Drink, servant monster, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almost set in thy head. Trin. Where should they be set else t he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail. 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. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard. .Ste. We’ll not run, nonsieur 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-ca'f. 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 twist thou tell a monstrons lie, being but half a fish, and half a monster?

My mistress, dearest,

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