1 1 When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape Ari. I thank thee, mafter. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Ari. Pardon, master: I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently. Pro. Do fo; and after two days I will difcharge thee. Ari. That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Pr. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea; The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and fertile; 5 Who first was mine own king: and here you sty me Pro. Thou most lying flave, [thee, Whom ftripes may move, not kindness; I have us'd 10 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. Oh ho, oh ho!-wou'd it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else, Be subject to no fight but thine and mine; invisible 15 This ifle with Calibans. To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, And hither come in it; go, hence, with diligence. [E Ariel Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast lept well; Awake! Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me. Pro. Shake it off: Come on; We'll vifit Caliban, my slave, who never Mira. 'Tis a villain, fir, I do not love to look on. Pro. But, as 'tis, We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, That profit us. What ho! flave! Caliban! Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. Enter Ariel like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Ari. My lord, it shall be done. Pro. Abhorred slave, Which any print of goodness will not take, Fetch us in fewel, and be quick; thou wert best, [Exit. Pre. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself 40 Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! 45 Enter Ferdinand at the remoteft part of the stage, and Ariel invisible, playing and finging. 50 Which thou tak'it from me. When thou camest first, 55 Thou ftroak'dst me, and mad'st much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, 60 And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, * Baneful. 3 The dead waste, or middle of the night. 2 Perhaps put here for fairies. in this place, seems to signify original disposition, inborn qualities. 5 The erysipelas. from Magellan's voyage, that Setebos was the fupreme God of the Patagons. B3 7 Silent. [dispersedly. [dispersedly. 4 Race, 6 We learn Fer. Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the Ariel's Song. Full fathom five thy father lies, But doth fuffer a fea-change, [Burden, ding-dong. [Milan, Mira. Alack, for mercy! And his brave son, being twain. 5 And his more braver daughter, could controul2 thee, They have chang'd eyes: -Delicate Ariel, Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This 15 To be inclin'd my way! Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd fa-20 Mira. What is't? a spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, fir, Pro. No, wench; it eats, and fleeps, and hath 25 As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, 30 With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'ft call him A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, And strays about to find them. Mira. I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. Pro. It goes on, I see, [Afide.] [free thee And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Pro. Soft, fir; one word more. I must uneasy make, lest too light winning That thou attend me: thou doft here ufurp Fer. No, as I am a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such temple: If the ill spirit have so fair an house, 35 Pro. [To Ferd.] Follow me. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come, As my foul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit, I'll 40 Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.. Within two days for this. Fer. Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe, my prayer May know, if you remain upon this island; And that you will fome good instruction give, Mira. No wonder, fir; But, certainly a maid. Fer. My language! heavens!- Pro. How! the best? What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? Fer. A fingle thing, as I am now, that wonders Mira. Sir, have pity; I'll be his furety. Pro, Silence: one word more What, An advocate for an impostor? hush! • To orve, fignifies here, as in many other places of our author's plays, to own. * Confute thee. 3 Timorous. Tho Pro. Come, follow: Speak not for him. [Exeunt. The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, 15 Ari. To the syllable. To whom I am fubdu'd, are but light to me, Might I but through my prifon once a day Can speak like us: then, wisely, good fir, weigh Gon. Therefore, my lord, Ant. He could not miss 't. Adr. It must needs be of fubtle, tender, and delicate temperance 2. 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. Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a fen. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life, Seb. Of that there's none, or little. Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks? how green? Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. Seb. With an eye of green in't. Ant. He misses not much. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally, Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is, indeed, Ant. Fie, what a spend-thrift is he of his tongue! 55 almost beyond credit) Akn. I pr'ythee, spare. 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 sea, hold notwithstanding their 160 stain'd with falt water. Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good freshness, and gloffes; being rather new dy'd, than wager, first begins to crow ? Hint is that which recals to the memory. The cause that fills our minds with grief is common. Temperance here means temperature. 3 In the puritanical times it was usual to christen children from the titles of religious and moral virtues. 4 i. e. of a dark full colour, the opposite to pale and faint. B 4 Ant Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, - would it not say, he lies? Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh Alon. No, no, he's gone. Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great lofs; [daughter, That would not bless our Europe with your as when we put them on first in Africk, at the 5 But rather lose her to an African; marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis. Seb. "Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return. Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with fuch 10 By all of us; and the fair foul herself 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! Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at Which end the beam should bow. We have loft your fon, I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? 15 More widows in them of this business' making, good lord, how you take it! Adr. Widow Dido, faid you? you make me study of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gon. This Tunis, fir, was Carthage. Adr. Carthage? Gon. I affure you, Carthage. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Than we bring men to comfort them: The fault's Your own. Alon. So is the dearest o' the lofs. Gon. My lord Sebastian, 20 The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, And time to speak it in: you rub the fore, Gon. And were the king of it, What would I the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. 35 Execute all things: for no kind of traffick 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, fir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a fort. Ant. That fort was well fish'd for. Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, againft The ftomach of my sense: Would I had never I ne'er again shall fee her. O thou mine heir Fran. Sir, he may live; I saw him beat the furges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, The furge 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 Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known; riches, poverty, 40 No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil: Seb. And yet he would be king on't. 45 Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning. Gon. All things in common nature should pro To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd 60 Gon. And, do you mark me, fir? As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt He came alive to land. * Or, of my reason and natural affection. * A limit, a land-mark. 3 A French word fignifying plenty. Gon. 4 Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to minifter occafion to these gentlemen, who are of fuch fenfible and nimble lungs, that they always ufe to laugh at nothing. Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at. Gan. 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 ? Sed. An it had not fallen fiat-long. Gon. You are gentlemen of brave metal; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing. Enter. Ariel, playing folemn mufick. So. We would fo, and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, my good lord, be not angry. Gin. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my difcretion so weakly. Will you laugh me alleep, for I am very heavy? Ant. Go, fleep, and hear us. Sel. What a strange drowsiness possesses them? 35 Sab. Why Doth it not then our eye-lids fink? I find not Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. might, What [more: No Another way so high an hope, that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, That Ferdinand is drown'd? Can have no note, unless the fun were post, [chins : Worthy Sebastian?-O, what might? My strong imagination fees a crown Dropping upon thy head. Sch. What, art thou waking? As. Do you not hear me speak? Set. I do; and, furely, It is a fleepy language; and thou speak'st Out of thy fleep: What is it thou didst say? This is a ftrange repose, to be asleep Seb. What stuff is this? - How fay you? 50 Ant. A fpace, whose every cubit With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving; 55 And yet fo faft asleep. Ant. Noble Sebaftian, Thou let'ft thy fortune sleep, die rather; wink'st Whiles thou art waking. Sed. Thou dost snore distinctly; There's meaning in thy snores. Ant. I am more ferious than my custom; you Must be fo too, if heed me; which to do, Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribel That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no worfe Than now they are: There be, that can rule As well as he that sleeps; lords, that can prate As this Gonzalo; I myself could make 60 A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore The mind that I do! what a fleep were this For your advancement? Do you understand me? Seb. Methinks, I do. • A chough is a bird of the jack-daw kind, chiefly in Cornwall. Ant. |