But certainly a maid. Fer. No wonder, sir; My language! heavens! And his brave son being twain. I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word. O, if a virgin, Fer. And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples. Pros. Soft, sir! one word more. [Aside] They are both in either's powers; but this swift business 450 I must uneasy make, lest too light winning That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp Fer. No, as I am a man. Mir. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Pros. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Follow me. Come; I'll be his surety. Silence! one word more Pros. Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he, Mir. So they are; 480 My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, 490 Pros. [Aside] It works. [To Fer.] Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! [To Fer.] Follow me. [To Ari.] Hark what thou else shalt do me. Pros. Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command. Ari. To the syllable. 500 Pros. Come, follow. Speak not for him. ACT II. [Exeunt. SCENE I. Another part of the island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, cause, Widow! a pox o' that! How came that widow in? widow Dido! Seb. What if he had said 'widower Eneas' too? Good Lord, how you take it! Adr. 'Widow Dido' said you? you make me Gon. When every grief is entertain'd that's study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. offer'd, Comes to the entertainer Seb. A dollar. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have spoken truer than you purposed. 20 Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should. Gon. Therefore, my lord, Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Adr. Carthage? Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Seb. His word is more than the miraculous harp; 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 Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his his pocket and give it his son for an apple. tongue! Alon. I prithee, spare. Gon. Well, I have done: but yet, Seb. He will be talking. Ant. Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow? Seb. The old cock. 30 Adr. Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible,- Adr. Yet, Ant. He could not miss 't. 40 Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green! Ant. The ground indeed is tawny. 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 vouched 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? 91 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. Ant. O, widow Dido! ay, 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. Very foul. Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,- Execute all things; for no kind of traffic And women too, but innocent and pure; Seb. Yet he would be king on't. Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning. Gon. All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, 160 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. God save his majesty! Ant. Long live Gonzalo! Gon. And, do you mark me, sir? Alon. Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me. 171 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. 180 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. Ant. 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 200 Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not Myself disposed to sleep. Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. Worthy Sebastian? O, what might?--No more:- My strong imagination sees a crown Seb. What, art thou waking? Ant. Do you not hear me speak? Seb. Ant. I do; and surely 211 It is a sleepy language and thou speak'st 0, 220 Seb. Well, I am standing water. Ant. I'll teach you how to flow. Seb. Do so: to ebb Hereditary sloth instructs me. .Ant. If you but knew how you the purpose cherish Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it, You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed, Most often do so near the bottom run By their own fear or sloth. Seb. Prithee, say on: The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim A matter from thee, and a birth indeed Which throes thee much to yield. nü 30 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 Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis, And let Sebastian wake.' Say, this were death That now hath seized them; why, they were no 261 Than now they are. There be that can rule Naples As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate As amply and unnecessarily worse As this Gonzalo; I myself could make And how does your content I remember You did supplant your brother Prospero. Ant. True: 270 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? if 'twere 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 molest! Here lies your brother, No better than the earth he lies upon, 281 If he were that which now he's like, that's dead; Preserve the king. Alon. Why, how now? ho, awake! Why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking? What's the matter? And that a strange one too, which did awake me: I shaked you, sir, and cried: as mine eyes open'd, I saw their weapons drawn: there was a noise, 320 That's verily. 'Tis best we stand upon our guard, Or that we quit this place : let's draw our weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further search Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i' the mire, Enter TRINCULO. Lo, now, lo! cannot make him give ground; and it shall be said so again while Stephano breathes at's nostrils. Cal. The spirit torments me; Oh! 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. If I can recover him and keep him tame and get to Naples with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's-leather. Cal. Do not torment me, prithee; I'll bring my wood home faster. 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 him; he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly. Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee. defend 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 bombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pail- here is that which will give language to you, cat: fuls. What have we here? a man or a fish? dead open your mouth; this will shake your shaking, or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very I can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of not of the who's your friend: open your chaps again. newest Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in Trin. I should know that voice: it should be England now, as once I was, and had but this fish-but he is drowned; and these are devils: 0 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. Legged 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. Enter STEPHANO, singing: a bottle in his hand. This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I, Loved Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery, 50 For she had a tongue with a tang, 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: Oh! Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon's 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 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. Trin. Stephano! 100 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 Trinculobe not afeard thy good friend Trinculo. 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 camest thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculos? 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 moon-calf's gaberStephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped! dine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, 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. 121 Ste. How didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither? swear by this bottle how thou camest hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack which the sailors heaved o'erboard, by this bottle which I made of the bark of a tree with mine own hands since I was cast ashore. Cal. I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not earthly. Ste. Here; swear then how thou escapedst. |