SCENE I. Another Part of the Island. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco, and others. Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause (So have we all) of joy for our escape Is much beyond our loss our hint of woe Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle, I mean our preservation, few in millions Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Our sorrow with our comfort. 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, al most beyond credit) Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are. Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their freshness and glosses; being rather new dy'd, than stain'd with salt water. 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 as when we put them on first in Africk, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Clasibel, to the king of Tunis. Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return. Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with such a paragon to their queen. Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. Ant. Widow? a pox o'that! How came that, widow in? Widow Dido! Seb. What if he had said widower Æneas too? good lord, how you take it! Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me study of that she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Adr. Carthage? Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy 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 fish'd for. Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Hath made his meal on thee! Fran. Sir, he may live; I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Whose enmity he flung aside, and b.easted The surge 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 To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd He came alive to land. Alon. No, no, he's gone. Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss; That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, But rather lose her to an African; Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. Alon. Pr'ythee, peace. Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherwise [son, More widows in them of this business' making, Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. My lord Sebastian, The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, And time to speak it in you rub the sore, When you should bring the plaster. Seb. Ant. And most chirurgeonly. Very well. Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, When you are cloudy. Seb. Ant. Foul weather? Very foul. Gon. Had I a plantation of this isle, my lord,- Seb. Or docks, or mallows. Gon. And were the king of it, What would I do? Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. Gon. I'the commonwealth I wou'd by contraries Execute all things: for no kind of traffic Letters should not be known; no use of service, Of riches, or of poverty; no contracts, Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none: No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil: No occupation; all men idle, all; And yet he would be king on't. To feed my innocent people. Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects? Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves. To excel the golden age. Ant. Long live Gonzalo! 'Save his majesty! 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? Ant. Go sleep, and hear us. [All sleep but Alon. Seb. and Ant. Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find, They are inclined to do so. What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is And, do you mark me, sir? Another way so high an hope, that even Alon. Pr'ythee, no more: thou dost talk nothing 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 And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death As amply, and unnecessarily, As this Gonzalo; I myself could make A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore For your advancement! Do you understand me? Seb. Methinks I do. Ant. And how does your content Tender your own good fortune? Seb. I remember, You did supplant your brother Prospero. True: Seb. But, for your conscience- "Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not If he were that which now he's like; whom 1, Seb. Ant. Draw together: And when I rear my hand, do you the like, To fall it on Gonzalo. While you here do snoring lie, Open-ey'd Conspiracy His time doth take: If of life you keep a care, Shalle off slumber, and beware: Ant. Then let us both be sudden. Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king! [They awake. Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you Wherefore this ghastly looking? [drawn! Gon. What's the matter! Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions did it not wake you? It struck mine ear most terribly. Alon. I heard nothing. Ant. O, 'iwas a din to fright a monster's ear; To make an earthquake! sure it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions. Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo? Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done: Aside. So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [Exeunt. Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up Sometimes like apes, that moe and chatter at me, Enter Trinculo. Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; 1 hear it sing i'the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' 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: yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England now (as once I was), and had this fish painted, not a holiday-fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any str 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. Legg'd 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 bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past. Enter Stephano, singing; a Bottle in his Hand. Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea, Here shall I die a-shore;This is a very seurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: Well, here's my comfort. [Drinks. The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, The gunner and his mate, Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, But none of us car'd for Kate: For she had a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang: She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch, Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch: Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang. This is a scurvy tune too but here's my comfort. Cal. Do not torment me: O! [Drinks. 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: 0! 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, 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. Trin. I should know that voice it should be but he is drowned; and these are devils: O! defend me! 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, 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. 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 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 gaberdine, for fear of the storm and art thou, living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd! Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant. Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor: I will kneel to him. Ste. How didst 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 overboard, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast a-shore. 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, that 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, moon-calf how does thine ague? Cal. Hast thon 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 mistress showed me thee, thy dog, and bush. Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents; swear. Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster:-I afeard of him!-a very weak monster: -The man i'the moon?-a most poor credulous monster: -well drawn, monster, in good sooth. Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o'the island; And kiss thy foot: I pr'ythee, be my god. Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster; when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. SCENE I. Before Prospero's Cell. Fer. There be some sports are painful; but their labour Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone and most poor matters Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be As heavy to me as 'tis odious; but The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed; [ness Pro. This visitation shows it. Mira. You look wearily. [me, Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with When you are by at night. I do beseech you Cal. I'll kiss thy foot I'll swear myself thy sub- (Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers), ject. Ste. Come on then; down, and swear. Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppyheaded monster: a most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him, Ste. Come, kiss. Trin. but that the poor monster's in drink an abominable monster! Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries: I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! P'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Thou wondrous man. What is your name? Mira. Miranda:-O my father, I have broke your hest to say so! Fer. Admir'd Miranda! Have I lik'd several women; never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd, And put it to the foil but you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Trin. A most ridiculous monster; to make a won Of every creature's best. der of a poor drunkard. Mira. I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Besides yourself, to like of: but I prattle Fer. I am, in my condition, A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king; The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my soul speak; The very instant that I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides, To make me slave to it; and, for your sake, Am I this patient log-man. Mira. Do you love me? Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord ? Trin. Lord, quoth he! that a monster should be such a natural! 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. Čal. 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 liest, thou jesting monkey, thou: Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound, I would, my valiant master would destroy thee; And crown what I profess with kind event, If I speak true; if hollowly, invert What best is boded me, to mischief! I, Beyond all limit of what else i'the world, Do love, prize, honour you. Beyond Mira. I am a fool, To weep at what I am glad of. Pro. Fair encounter Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between them! Fer. Wherefore weep you? Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give; and much less take, What I shall die to want: But this is tritling; And all the more it seeks to hide itself, The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning! And prompt me, plain and holy innocence! I am your wife, if you will marry me; If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow Whether you will or no. Fer. And I thus humble ever. Mira. My mistress, dearest, My husband then ? Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. [farewell, Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are surpris'd with all; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book; For yet, ere supper time, must I perform Much business appertaining. 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 drowned 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. Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster. Trin. Nor go neither but you'll lie like dogs; and yet say nothing neither. 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. Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster; I am in case to justle a constable: Why, thou deboshed fish thou, was there ever man a coward, that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish, and half a monster? Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger; interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fish of thee. Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off. Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied ? Ste. Do I so? take thou that. [Strikes him.] As you like this, give me the lie another time. Trin. I did not give the lie: Out o'your wits, and hearing too?-A pox o'your bottle! this can sack, and drinking do. A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers! Cal. Ha, ha, ha! Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pr'ythee stand further off. Cal. Beat him enough after a little time, Stand further. Come, proceed. Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him One spirit to command. They all do hate him, He has brave utensils (for so he calls them), But she as far surpasseth Sycorax, |