Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherwise your son, I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. Gon. My lord Sebastian, The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, Ant. And most chirurgeonly. Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, Seb. Foul weather? Ant. Very foul. Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, - Seb. Or docks, or mallows. Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do? And women too; but innocent and pure: Seb. And yet he would be king on't. Gon. All things in common nature should produce Seb. No marrying among his subjects? Gon. And, do you mark me, sir?- Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd 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? Seb. Why Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I find not Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Seb. What, art thou waking? It is a sleepy language; and thou speak'st With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, Ant. Noble Sebastian, Thou let'st thy fortune sleep - die rather; wink'st Seb. Thou dost snore distinctly; Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you Seb. Well; I am standing water. Hereditary sloth instructs me. If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish, The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim Although this lord of weak remembrance, this Ant. O, out of that no hope, What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is Seb. He's gone. 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 chins Be rough and razorable: she, from whom 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?-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 As this Gonzalo; I myself could make A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore Ans, And how does your content Tender your own good fortune? Seb. I remember, You did supplant your brother Prospero. Aud, look, how well my garments sit upon me; Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you Wherefore this ghastly looking? Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe, Twould put me to my slipper: But I feel not This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences, That stand 'twixt me and Milau, candied be they, And melt, ere they molest! 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 ave 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 beats the hour. Seb. Thy case, dear friend, Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear; Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo? Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan, search They converse apart. While you here do snoring lie. His time doth take If of life you keep a care, SCENE II. - Another part of the Island. Cal. All the infectious that the sun sucks up Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear of any weather at all, and another storm brewing: Thear it sing the wind: yond same black cloud, vond 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: vond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by painfuls. What have we here? man or a fish' Dead or alive? A fish: he smells lik fish; avery ancient and ish-like smell, a kind of, neof the newest, Poor-John. Astrange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was,' and had but this ish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver there would this mouster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they wil not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg i like a man! and his ins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now iet loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no tish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunder-bolt. Thunder Alas! the storm is come again my best way E Tel is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shel- But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now, ter here about: Misery acquaints a man with strange, thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of the me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine, for fear of storm be past. the storm: And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd! Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand. Here shall I die a-shore; This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: [Drinks. Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, [Drinks. Cal. Do not torment me: 0! Ste. What's the matter? 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: O! 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'sleather. Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee; 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. Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth: here is that which will give language to you, cat; open your mouth: this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again. Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant. Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. Ste. How did'st thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved over-board, 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 escap'dst. Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn. Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose. Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this? Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid.—How now, mooncalf? how does thine ague? Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was. Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee: My Cal. I'll shew thee every fertile inch o'the island; Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy- --- Trin. but that the poor monster's in drink: An abominable monster! Cal. I'll shew thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee Trin. I should know that voice: It should be- But he I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. --- 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 Trinculo ;-be not afeard,thy good friend Trinculo. Trin. A most ridiculous monster; to make a wonder of a poor drunkard. Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; Shew thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee Young sca-mells from the rock: Wilt thou go with me? Ste. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without any more talking.-Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here?Here; bear my bottle! Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. 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 cam'st Cal. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell! thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can he vent [Sings drunkenly. Trinculos? Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster! Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke:- Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish; SCENE I. ACT III. Mira. I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Before Prospero's Cell. Fer. There be some sports are painful; and their Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, Had ne'er like éxecutor. I forget: But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance. Work not so hard! I would, the lightning had 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, Besides yourself, to like of: But I prattle Fer. I am, in my condition, A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king; (I would, not so!) and would no more endure Mira. Do you love me? Fer. O heaven, o earth, bear witness to this sound, To weep at what I am glad of. Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer I'll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me that; You may deny me; but I'll be your servant, I'll carry it to the pile. Fer. No, precious creature: I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo, Mira. It would become me As well as it does you: and I should do it With much more ease; for my good will is to it, Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected; This visitation shews it. Mira. You look wearily. Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me, Mira. Miranda: - O my father, I have broke your hest to say so! Indeed, the top of admiration; worth Whether you will or no. Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. 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 them; 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? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail. Ste. My man-monster hath drown'd 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. Trin. Nor go neither: but you'll lie, like dogs; 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. Cal. Ha, ha, ha! Ste. Now, forward with your tale.-Pr'ythee, stand further off! Cal. Beat him enough! after a little time, Ste. Stard further! Come, proceed! Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him I' the afternoon to sleep: there thou may'st brain him, Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster; I am in Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I pr'ythee. Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head; if you prove a mutineer, the next tree- -The poor monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity. Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd to hearken once again the suit I made thee? Ste. Marry will I kneel and repeat it! I will stand, and so shall Trinculo. Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Cal. Yea, yea, my lord; I'll yield him thee asleep, Cal. What a pied ninny's this? Thou scurvy patch!- Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger! Interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll tarn my mercy out of doors, and make stock-fish of thee. a Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing: I'll go fur ther off. Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal. Ste. Is it so brave a lass? Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant, And bring thee forth brave brood. 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. Ste. Give me thy hand! I am sorry I beat thee; but, Ste. Ay, on mine honour. Ari. This will I tell my master. Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure; Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any Cal. That's not the tune. . [ARIEL plays the tune on a tabor and pipe. Ste. What is this same? Trin. This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of No-body. Ste. If thou beest a man, shew thyself in thy likeness: if thou beest a devil, take't it as thou list! Trin. O, forgive me my sins! Ste. He that dies, pays all debts: I defy thee:Mercy upon us! Cal. Art thou afeard? Ste. No, monster, not I. Cal. Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the story. Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow it, and after do our work. 2* |