Thou think'ft, there are no more fuch fhapes as Behold this maid: all corners elfe o' the earth he, Let liberty make use of; space enough Having feen but him and Caliban: Foolish wench! Have I, in fuch a prison. To the most of men this is a Caliban, And they to him are angels. Mira. My affections Are then moft humble; I have no ambition To fee a goodlier man. Pro, Come on; obey: [To Ferdinand.] Thy nerves are in their infancy again, And have no vigour in them. Fer. So they are: My fpirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. Pro. It works:- -Come on. [To Ariel.] Thou haft done well, fine Ariel!Follow me. Hark, what thou elfe fhalt do me. Mira. Be of comfort; My father's of a better nature, fir, Than he appears by fpeech; this is unwonted, Which now came from him. Pro. Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds: but then exactly do Ari. To the fyllable. Pro. Come, follow: Speak not for him. [Exeunt Gonz. BESEECH you, fir, be merry: you have (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our lofs: Our hint of woe Is common; every day, fome failor's wife, The mafter of fome merchant, and the merchant, Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle, 1 mean our prefervation, few in millions II. Seb. The old cock. Ant. The cockrel. Seb. Done: The wager? Ant. A laughter. Seb. A match. Adr. Though this ifland feem to be defert,Seb. Ha, ha, ha! Ant. So, you've paid. Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,Seb. Yet, Adr. Yet Ant. He could not mifs 't. Adr. It must needs be of fubtle, tender, and Can fpeak like us: then, wifely, good fir, weigh delicate temperance.2 Alon. Pr'ythee, peace. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Ant. The vifitor will not give him o'er fo. Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike. Gon. Siry Gon. Therefore, my lord,→→→→ Ant. 3 Temperance was a delicate wench. Seb. Ay, and a fubtle; as he most learnedly deliver'd. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly, Seb. Of that there's none, or little. Gon. How lufh4 and lufty the grafs looks? how green? Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. Seb. With an eye of green in 't. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. Ant. Fie, what a fpend-thrift is he of his tongue! almoft beyond credit) Gon. Well, I have done; But yet— Seb. He will be talking. Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are. Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drench'd in the fea, hold notwithstanding their Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a frethness, and gloffes; being rather new dy'd, than good wager, first begins to crow? ftain'd with falt water. 1 Hint is that which recals to the memory. The caufe that fills our minds with grief is common. 2 Temperance here means temperature. 3 In the puritanical times it was ufual to christen children from the titles of religious and moral virtues. 4 i. e, of a dark jull colour, the oppofite to pale and faint, Ant. If but one of his pockets could fpeak, would it not fay, he lies? Seb. Ay, or very falfely pocket up his report. Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on firft in Africk, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis. Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we profper well in our return. Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with fuch a paragon to their queen. Gon. Not fince widow Dido's time. Ant. Widow? a pox o' that! How came that widow in? Widow Dido! Seb. What if he had faid, widower Eneas More widows in them of this bufinefs' making, too good lord, how you take it! Adr. Widow Dido, faid you? you make me ftudy of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gen. This Tunis, fir, was Carthage. Adr. Carthage? Gon. I affure you, Carthage. Than we bring men to comfort them: The fault's Alon. So is the deareft o' the lofs. The truth you fpeak doth lack fome gentleness, Ant. His word is more than the miraculous When you fhould bring the plaifter. harp. Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Ant. What impoffible matter will he make eafy next? Seb. I think, he will carry this ifland home in his pocket, and give it his fon for an apple. Ant. And, fowing the kernels of it in the fea, bring forth more islands. Gon. Ay? Ant. Why, in good time. Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments feem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis, at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. nt. And the rareft that e'er came there. Seb. Bate, I befeech you, widow Dido. Ant. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. Seb. Very well. Ant. And most chirurgeonly. Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good fir, Seb. Foul weather? Gon. Had I the plantation of this ifle, my lord,→ Seb. Or docks, or mallows. [do? Gon. And were the king of it, What would I Gon. Is not, fir, my doublet as fresh as the Bourn2, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; first day I wore it? I mean, in a fort. Ant. That fort was well fifh'd for. No ufe of metal, corn, or wine, or oil: Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's mar- And women too, but innocent and pure; riage? Alon. You cram thefe words into mine ears, No fovereignty. Seb. And yet he would be king on't. Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning. Gon. All things in common nature should pro Or, of my reafon and natural affection. 2 A limit, a land-mark. 3 A French word fignifying plenty. Gor Gan. I do well believe your highnefs; and did Trebles thee o'er. it to minifter occafion to thefe gentlemen, who are of fuch fenfible and nimble lungs, that they always ufe to laugh at nothing. 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 ftill. Ant. What a blow was there given? Gon. You are gentlemen of brave metal; you would lift the moon out of her fphere, if the would continue in it five weeks without changing. Enter Ariel, playing folemn mufick. Seb. We would fo, and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, my good lord, be not angry. Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my difcretion fo weakly. Will you laugh me afleep, for I am very heavy? Ant. Go, fleep, and hear us. [Gonz, Adr. Fra. &c. fleep. Seb. Well, I am ftanding water. If you but knew, how you the purpose cheriff, Seb. Pr'ythee, fay on: The fetting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim Ant. Thus, fir; Although this lord of weak remembrance, this, Alog. What, all fo foon afleep! I with mine 'Tis as impoffible that he's undrown'd, Would, with themselves, fhut up my thoughts: I They are inclin'd to do fo, Seb. Please you, fir, Do not omit the heavy offer of it: It feldom vifits forrow; when it doth, It is a comforter. Axt. We two, my lord, As he, that fleeps here, fwims. Seb. I have no hope That he's undrown'd. Ant. O, out of that no hope, What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is Will guard your person, while you take your rest, That Ferdinand is drown'd? Alon. Thank you: Wond'rous heavy- Seb. Why Doth it not then our eye-lids fink? I find not Ant. Nor I; my fpirits are nimble. Worthy Sebastjan ? Seb. He's gone. int. Then, tell me, Who's the next heir of Naples? Seb. Claribel. [me, [dwells Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; the that Ten leagues beyond man's life: the that from Naples Can have no note, unless the fun were poft, [chins And yet, methinks, I fee it in thy face, Seb. What, art thou waking? It is a fleepy language; and thou speak st With eyes wide open; ftanding, ípeaking, moving; At. Noble Sebaftian, Thou let'ft thy fortune fleep, die rather; wink'st Seb. Thou doft fnore diftinctly; Ant. I am more ferious than my cuftom; you Must be fo too, if heed me; which to do, Seb. What ftuff is this?-How fay you? 'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis; int. A space, whofe every cubit worfe As this Gonzalo; I myfelf could make A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore Ant. And how does your content Tender your own good fortune? Seb. I remember, You did fupplant your brother Profpero. And, look, how well my garments fit upon me; Seb. But, for your confcience [ther, Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo ? Gon. Upon my honour, fir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me: I fhak'd you, fir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, I faw their weapons drawn:-there was a noise, That's verity: 'Tis beft we ftand upon our guard; Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further fearch For my poor fon. Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! Ari. Profpero my lord fhall know what I have Ant. Ay, fir; where lies that? If it were a kybe, "Twould put me to my flipper; but I feel not This deity in my bofom: twenty consciences, That ftand 'twixt me and Milan, candy'd be they, And melt, e'er they moleft. Here lies your broNo better than the earth he lies upon, If he were that which now he's like, that's dead; Whom I with this obedient steel, three inches of it, So, king, go fafely on to feek thy fon. [Exeunt. Can lay to bed for ever : whiles you, doing thus, To the perpetual wink, for ay2 might put This ancient morfel, this fir Prudence, who Should not upbraid our courfe. For all the reft, They'll take fuggeftion 3, as a cat laps milk; They'll tell the clock to any business that We fay befits the hour. Enter Ariel, with mufick and fong. That you, his friend, are in; and fends me forth His time doth take: If of life you keep a care, Ant. Then let us both be fudden. Wherefore this ghaftly looking? Seb. Whiles we stood here fecuring your repofe, S C E N E II. Enter Caliban with a burden of wood: A noise of thunder beard. Cal. All the infections that the fun fucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Profper fall, and make him By inch-meal a difeafe! His fpirits hear me, Here comes a fpirit of his; and to torment me, Perchance he will not mind me. Trin. Here's neither bush nor fhrub, to bear offany weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it finging i' the wind: yond' fame black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that would fhed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond' fame cloud cannot chufe but fall by pailfuls.-What have we here? a man or a fith? Dead or alive? A fifh; he fmells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the neweft, Poor-John. A ftrange fish! Were I in England now, (as once I was) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday-fool there but would give a piece of filver: there would this monster make a man 7; any ftrange beaft there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to fee a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loofe my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, but I i. e. that is, id eft. 2 For ever. 3 A hint of villany. 4 Having your fwords drawn. 5 Make mouths. 6 Bumbard means, in this place, a large veffcl for holding drink. 7 i. c. make a man's fortune. an iflander, that has lately fuffer'd by a thunder- of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul bolt. Alas! the ftorm is come again: my beft fpeeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: other shelter hereabout: Mifery acquaints a man Come-5 Amen! I will pour fome in thy other with ftrange bedtellows: I will here throud, till mouth. The mafter, the fwabber, the boatswain and I, Trin. Stephano, Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! mercy! This is a devil, and no monfter: I will leave him; I have no long fpoon. Trin. Stephano!-if thou beeft Stephano, touch me, and fpeak to me; for I am Trinculo;-be not afraid,-thy good friend Trinculo. Ste. If thou beeft Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull thee by the leffer legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, thefe are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: How cam'ft thou to be the fiege 7 of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculos? Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunder ftroke:-But art thou not drown'd, Stephano? I hope now, thou art not drown'd. Is the storm For fre bad a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a failor, Go, bang: She lov'd not the favour of tar nor of pitch, [itch: Yet a taylor might fcratch her where-e'er he did Then to fea, boys, and let her go bang. This is a fcurvy tune too: But here's my comfort. over-blown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's [Drinks. gaberdine, for fear of the ftorm: And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans Cal. Do not torment me: Oh! Ste. What's the matter? have we devils here?'cap'd! Do you put tricks upon us with favages, and men Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stoof Inde? Ha! I have not 'cap'd drowning to be mach is not conftant. afraid now of your four legs; for it hath been faid,| As proper a man as ever went upon four legs, cannot make him give ground: and it fhall be faid fo again, while Stephano breathes at noftrils. Cal. The spirit torments me: Oh! Cal. These be fme things, an if they be not fprights. Ste. How did't thou 'fcape? How cam'st thou hither? fwear, by this bottle, how thou cam'st Ste. This is fome monster of the ifle, with four hither. I efcap'd upon a butt of fack, which the legs; who has got, as I take it, an ague: Where failors heav'd over-board, by this bottle! which I the devil should he learn our language? I will give made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, him fome relief, if it be but for that: If I can re-fince I was caft a-shore. cover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples Cal. I'll fwear, upon that bottle, to be thy true with him, he's a prefent for any emperor that ever fubject; for the liquor is not earthly. trod on neats-leather. 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 wifeft: He fhall taste of my bottle: if he 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 2 for him; he shall pay for him that hath him, and that foundly. Cal. Thou doft me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling 3: Now Profper works upon thee. Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, 4 cat; open your mouth: this will thake your fhaking, I can tell you, and that foundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again. Ste. Here; fwear then, how escap'dft thou? Trin. Swom a-fhore, man, like a duck; I can fwim like a duck, I'll be fworn. Ste. Here, kifs the book: Though thou can'ft fwim like a duck, thou art made like a goose. Trin. O Stephano, haft any more of this? Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by the fea-fide, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf? how does thine ague? Cal. Haft thou not dropp'd from heaven? Ste. Out o' the moon, I do affure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was.. Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee: my mistress shew'd me thee, and thy dog and thy bush. Ste. Come, fwear to that; kifs the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: fwear. Trin. I should know that voice: It should be,- Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow But he is drown'd; and these are devils: O! demonfter:-I afraid of him a very weak monfend me !fter:-The man i' the moon?-a most poor creSt. Four legs, and two voices; a moft delicate dulous monfter :-Well drawn, monfter, in good moniter! His forward voice now is to fpeak well footh. an old A gaberdine is properly the coarfe frock or outward garment of a peafant, and is ftill worn by the pealants in Suflex. 2 i. e, any fum, or ever to much, 3 Tremor is always reprefented as the effect of being poflefs'd by the devil. 4 Alluding to proverb, that good liquor will make a cat speak. 5 Means, flop your draught. Alluding to the proverb, A lrg Spoon to eat with the devil. 7 Siege fignifies tool in every fenfe of the word, and is here used in the dirtieft. Ca. |