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What is't thou can'st demand?
Ari. My liberty.
Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
To bate me a full year.
Pro. Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
Pro. Thou dost: and think'st
It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep;
Ari. I do not, sir.
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age, and envy, Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? Ari. No, sir.
Pro. Thou hast: Where was she born? speak; tell me.
Ari. Sir, in Argier.
Pro. O, was she so? I must,
Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sy
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
They would not take her life: Is not this true?
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child,
And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave,
As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this is
(Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with A human shape.
Ari. Yes; Caliban, her son.
Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in: thy groans Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Could not again undo; it was mine art, When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape The pine, and let thee out. Ari. I thank thee, master.
Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak,
I will be correspondent to command,
Pro. Do so; and after two days
Ari. That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea; Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.[Exit Ariel Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well: Awake!
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
Cal. I must eat my dinner.
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cam'st first,
Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st give me
Water with berries in't; and teach me how
And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
Curs'd be I that did so!-All the charms
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest of the island.
Pro. Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have us'd thee,
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child.
Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans.
Pro. Abhorred slave;
Which any print of goodness will not take,
One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known: But thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in't, which good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse: The red plague rid you, For learning me your language!
Pro. Hag-seed, hence!
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best,
Cal. No, pray thee!—
I must obey: his art is of such power,
Fer. Where should this musick be? i' the air, or the earth?
It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon
• ARIEL sings.
Full fathom five thy father lies;
As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll I'll manacle thy neck and feet together: free thee
Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks
Within two days for this.
Fer. Most sure, the goddess
May know, if you remain upon this island;
Mira. No wonder, sir;
But certainly a maid.
Fer. My language! heavens !-
What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee?
Mira. Alack, for mercy!
They have chang'd eyes:-Delicate Ariel,
Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently?
Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first
Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.
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
I will resist such entertainment, till
Mira. O, dear father,
Aside. Make the prize light.-One word more, I charge thee,
That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
Pro. What, I say,
My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike, thy conscience
I'll be his surety.
Pro. Silence: one word more
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke An advocate for an impostor? hush!
And his brave son, being twain.
Pro. The duke of Milan,
And his more braver daughter, could control thee,
Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward;
Mira. Beseech you, father!
Pro. Hence! hang not on my garments.
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes as
Having seen but him and Caliban: Foolish wench!
To the most of men this is a Caliban,
Are then most humble; I have no ambition
Pro. Come on; obey:
Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
Fer. So they are:
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
Fer. O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prison once a day
Pro. It works:-Come on.
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-Follow me.-
My father's of a better nature, sir,
Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted,
Fer. No, as I am a man.
Pro. Thou shalt be as free
Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such As mountain winds: but then exactly do
All points of my command.
If the ill spirit have so fair an house,
Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him.
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. SCENE I.-Another part of the Island. Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen.
Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZA
Ant. True; save means to live. LO, ADRIAN, Francisco, and others.
Seb. Of that there's none, or little. Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks ?
? (So have we all) of joy; for our escape
Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. Is much beyond our loss : Our hint of woe
Seb. With an eye
in't. Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, Ant. He misses not much. The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth toHave just our theme of woe: but for the miracle, tally. I mean our preservation, few in millions
Ġon. But the rarity of it is, (which is indeed Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh almost beyond credit) — Our sorrow with our comfort.
Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are. Alon. Pr’ythee, peace.
Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. freshness, and glosses ; being rather new dy'd, Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his than stain’d with salt water. wit; by and by it will strike.
Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, Gon. Sir,
would it not say, he lies ? Seb. One : Tell.
Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh offer'd,
as when we put them on first in Africk, at the Comes to the entertainer
marriage of the king's fair daughter, Claribel, to Seb. A dollar.
the king of Tunis. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you
Seb. "Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper spoken truer than you purposed.
well in our return. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such
a paragon to their queen. Gon. Therefore, my lord,
Gon, Not since widow Dido's time. Ant. Fye, what a spendthrift is he of his Ant. Widow ? a pox o' that! How came that tongue !
widow in? Widow Dido ! Alon. I pr’ythee, spare.
Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas Gon. Well, I have done : But yet
too ? good lord, how you take it ! Seb. He will be talking.
Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good study of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. wager, first begins to crow?
Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Seb. The old cock.
Adr. Carthage ? Ant. The cockrel.
Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Seb. Done: The wager?
Ant. His word is more than the miraculous Ant. A laughter.
harp. Seb. A match.
Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,- Ant. What impossible matter will he make Seb. Ha, ha, ha! Ant. So, you've paid.
Šeb. I think he will carry this island home in Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,-- his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Seb. Yet
Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Adr. Yet
bring forth more islands. Ant. He could not miss it.
Gon. Ay? Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and Ant. Why, in good time. delicate temperance.
Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis
Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly at the marriage of your daughter, who is now delivered.
queen. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. sweetly.
Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
Ant. 0, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. Execute all things: for no kind of traffick
Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the Would I admit; no name of magistrate; first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.
Letters should not be known; no use of sírvice, Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.
Of riches or of poverty; no contracts, Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's mar- Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; riage?
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil ; Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, No occupation ; all men idle, all ; against
And women too; but innocent and pure: The stomach of my sense : 'Would I had never No sovereignty:Married my daughter there ! for, coming thence, Seb. And yet he would be king on't. My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth fora Who is so far from Italy removed,
gets the beginning. I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Gon. All things in common nature should Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
produce Hath made his meal on thee!
Without sweat or endeavour; treason, felony, Fran. Sir, he may live ;
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, I saw him beat the surges under him,
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance, Whose enmity he fung aside, and breasted To feed my innocent people. The surge most swoln that met him: his bold Seb. No marrying among his subjects ? head
Ant. None, man; all idle; whores, and knaves, 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke
To excel the golden age. To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, Seb. 'Save his majesty! As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt,
Ant. Long live Gonzalo! He came alive to land.
Gon. And, do you mark me, sir?Alon. No, no, he's gone.
Alon. Pr’ythee, no more: thou dost talk noSeb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great thing to me. loss ;
Gon. I do well believe your highness; and That would not bless our Europe with your did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, daughter,
who are of such sensible and nimble lungs, that But rather lose her to an African ;
they always use to laugh at nothing. Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Ånt. 'Twas you we laugh'd at. Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am Alon. Pr’ythee, peace.
nothing to you: so you may continue, and laugh Seb. You were kneeld to, and importun'd at nothing still. otherwise
Ant. What a blow was there given ? By all of us; and the fair soul herself
Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. Weigh’d, between lothness and obedience, at Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle ; you Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she lost your son,
would continue in it five weeks without changing. I fear, for ever : Milan and Naples have More widows in them of this business' making, Enter Ariel invisible, playing solemn musick. Than we bring men to comfort them : the fault's Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.
Ant. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.
Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure Gon. My lord Sebastian,
my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, asleep, for I am very heavy ? And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, Ant. Go sleep, and hear us. When you should bring the plaster.
[All sleep but Alon. SeB. and Ant. Seb. Very well.
Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine Ant. And most chirurgeonly.
eyes Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: When you are cloudy:
I find, Seb. Foul weather?
They are inclin’d to do so. Ant. Very foul.
seb. Please you, sir, Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,– Do not omit the heavy offer of it: Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed.
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, Seb. Or docks, or mallows.
It is a comforter. Gon. And were the king of it, What would I Ant. We two, my lord, do ?
Will guard your person, while you take your rest, Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. And watch your safety. Gon. l' the commonwealth Į would by con- Alon. Thank you: Wond'rous heavy. traries
[Alonso sleeps. Erit Ariel.