And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile ; Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me Music. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth? It sounds no more: and sure it waits upon Ariel's Song. Full fathom five thy father lies; Hark! now I hear them,―ding-dong, bell. A Lover's Speech. 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, ACT II. Description of Ferdinand's Swimming ashore. The surge most swoln 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, Sleep. Do not omit the heavy offer of it: It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, It is a comforter. Caliban's Curses. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, For every trifle are they set upon me: Sometimes like apes, that moe* and chatter at me, To make faces. And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which Satire on English Curiosity. Dead or What have we here? a man or a fish? alive? A fish; he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, PoorJohn. A strange fish! Were 1 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. Caliban's Promises. I'll shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries; I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. A plague upon the tyrant that I serve ! I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, I pr’ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow: * The sea-mell is pronounced by some commentators to be a species of sea gull. In the original text the word is "scamels." ACT III. Prospero at a distance. Ferdinand and Miranda. MIRANDA. Alas, now! pray you, Work not so hard: I would the lightning had He's safe for these three hours. I'll bear your logs the while: pray give me that; I'll carry it to the pile. FERDINAND. No, precious creature ; I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by. MIRANDA. As well as it does you And yours against. PROSPERO. It would become me and I should do it Poor worm! thou art infected; This visitation shews it. MIRANDA. You look wearily. FERDINAND. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me When you are by at night. (Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers), What is your name? MIRANDA. I do beseech you * Disobeyed her father's injunctions. I have broke your hest to say so! FERDINAND. Indeed the top of admiration; I have eyed with best regard; Admired Miranda ! worth and many a time Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues With so full soul, but some defect in her Of every creature's best. MIRANDA. I do not know One of my sex: no woman's face remember, Besides yourself, to like of: but I prattle Something too wildly, and my father's precepts FERDINAND. I am, in my condition, A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king; (I would, not so!) and would no more endure This wooden slavery, than I would suffer The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my soul speak; -The instant that I saw you, very did My heart fly to your service; there resides, * Owned. |