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And look how well my garments sit upon me;
Much feater than before. My brother's servants
Were then my fellows, now they are my men.

Seb. But, for your conscience

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 Milan, 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, that's dead,
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 aye 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 befits the hour.

Seb.

Thy case, dear friend,

Shall be my precedent: as thou got'st Milan,
I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st,
And I, the king, shall love thee.

Ant.

Draw together;

And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.

Seb. O! but one word. [They converse apart.
Music. ARIEL descends invisible.

Ari. My master through his art foresees the

ger
That his friend, are in; and sends me forth
you,

(For else his project dies) to keep them living.
[Sings in GONZALO's ear.
While here do snoring lie,
you
Open-ey'd conspiracy

His time doth take.

If of life you keep a care,
Shake off slumber, and beware:
Awake! Awake!

Ant. Then, let us both be sudden.
Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king!

[They wake. Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you drawn?

Wherefore thus ghastly looking?

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! 'twas 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 honor, sir, I heard a humming,
And that a strange one too, which did awake me.
I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd: as mine eyes open'd,
I saw their weapons drawn.-There was a noise,
That's verity: 'tis best we stand upon our guard,
Or that we quit this place. Let's draw our weapons.
Alon. Lead off this ground, and let's make farther
search
For my poor son.
Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts,
For he is, sure, i' the island.
Alon.

Lead away. [Exeunt.

Ari. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have

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Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
And yet
I needs must curse; but they'll not pinch,
Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle are they set upon me:
Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in bare-foot way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am I
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness.-Lo, now! lo!

my

Enter TRINCULO.

Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me
For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat;
Perchance, he will not mind me.

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I dan-hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond' same cloud can not choose but fall by pailfuls. -What have we here? [Seeing Caliban.] 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 but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monmake a man: any strange beast there makes

ster

"Cast," i. e., cast up.-b"In yours and my discharge," i. c., depends on what you and I are to perform. Jackdaw. a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a Much feater," i. e., more neatly, deftly.-"If it were

a kybe," i. e., if conscience were a chilblain, it would mar my activity. A hint.

Fairy- Make mouths- A black jack of leather to hold beer. i. e., Make a man's fortune.

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 thunder-bolt. [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 1 drench 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 scurvy 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 abtang,
Would cry to a sailor, Go hang:
She lov'd not the savor of tar, nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er she did itch;
Then, to sea, boys, and let her go hang.
This is a scurvy tune too; but here's my comfort.
[Drinks.

Cal. Do not torment me: O! 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 can not 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.

[CALIBAN drinks. Trin. I should know that voice. It should bebut 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!

A coarse outer garment.-b Sting.- "Too much," an ironical expression, implying a great sum; ever so much.

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 'scaped?

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 over-board, 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 3[Kneels. 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,

moon-calf! how does thine ague?

Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? the man in the moon, when time was. Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was

my mistress showed me thee, and thy dog, and thy

Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee:

bush.

furnish it anon with new contents. Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will 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,

island; and I will kiss thy foot. I pr'ythee, be my Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the god.

Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster: when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. Cal. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy sub

ject.

Ste. Come on, then; down and swear. [CALIBAN lies down. Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppyheaded monster. find in my heart to beat him,— A most scurvy monster: I could Ste. Come, kiss. An abominable monster! Trin. But that the poor monster's in drink.

Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;

I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.

An allusion to the proverb, "He who eats with the devil had need of a lorg spoon."- Stool (excrement).

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A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
Thou wondrous man.

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; Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet: I'll bring thee To clustering filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee Young scamels 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.

Cal. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell.

[Sings drunkenly. Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster. Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish; Nor fetch in firing

At requiring,

Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish; 'Ban 'Ban, Ca-Caliban,

Has a new master-Get a new man. Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! hey-day, freedom! Ste. O brave monster! lead the way.

ACT III.

freedom! [Exeunt.

SCENE I.-Before PROSPERO'S Cell. Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log.

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Indeed, the top of admiration; worth
What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
Have I lik'd several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she cow'd,
And put it to the foil: but you, O you!
So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.

Mira.

I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen More that I may call men, than you, good friend, And my dear father. How features are abroad, I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty, (The jewel in my dower) I would not wish Any companion in the world but you; Nor can imagination form a shape,

Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle Something too wildly, and my father's precepts

Fer. There be some sports are painful, and their I therein do forget.

labor

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 odious; but
The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead,
And makes my labors pleasures: O! she is
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed;
And he's composed of harshness. I must remove
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress [ness
Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such base.
Had never like executor. I forget:

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labors;
Most busy, blest when I do it.

Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO 4 behind. Mira. Alas! now, pray you, Work not so hard: I would, the lightning had Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile. Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns, "Twill weep for having wearied you. My father Is hard at study; pray now rest yourself: He's safe for these three hours.

Fer. O, most dear mistress! The sun will set, before I shall discharge What I must strive to do.

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Fer.
I am, in my condition,
A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;
(I would, not so!) and would no more endure
This wooden slavery, than to suffer

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?

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I am a fool, To weep at what I am glad of.

8[Aside.

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 trifling; 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;

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If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow You may deny me; but I'll be your servant, Whether you will or no.

Behest; command. -Owned. -d "Put it to the foil,"

i. e., set it off by contrast.- Companion.

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Cal. Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep, [Exit. Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head. Ari. Thou liest; thou canst not. [patch!Cal. What a pied ninny's this! Thou scurvy I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows, And take his bottle from him: when that's gone, He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not show him Where the quick freshes are.

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 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 a 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 honor? 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 debauched 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?

Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, Trin. Lord, quoth he!-that a monster should be

my lord?

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.

Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee? Ste. Marry will I; kneel and repeat it: I will stand, and so shall Trinculo. 3[CALIBAN kneels. Enter ARIEL, invisible.

Cal. As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant; a sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.

Ari. Thou liest.

Cal. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou; I would, my valiant master would destroy thee: I do not lie.

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rupt the monster one word farther, and, by this Ste. Trinculo, run into no farther danger: interhand, 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 farther off.

Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied?
Ari. Thou liest.

Ste. Do I so? take thou that. [Strikes him.] As you like this, give me the lie another time.

and hearing too?-A pox o' your bottle! this can Trin. I did not give the lie.-Out o' your wits, and the devil take your fingers! sack, and drinking do.-A murrain on your monster,

Cal. Ha, ha, ha!

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Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him I' the afternoon to sleep: then thou may'st brain him, Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember, First to possess his books; for without them He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not One spirit to command: they all do hate him, As rootedly as I. Burn but his books; Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal: He has brave utensils, (for so he calls them) And that most deeply to consider is The beauty of his daughter; he himself But only Sycorax my dam, and she ; Calls her a nonpareil: I never saw a woman, But she as far surpasseth Sycorax, As great'st does least.

Ste. Is it so brave a lass? And bring thee forth brave brood. Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant,

and I will be king and queen; (save our graces!) Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys.-Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo?

Trin. Excellent.

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Thought is free.

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, show thyself in thy likeness: if thou beest a devil, take't 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 Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds, methought, would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me, that when I wak'd I cry'd to dream again.

Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.

Cal. When Prospero is destroyed.

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.

Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow.-I would, I could see this taborer: he lays it on.

Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano. [Exeunt.

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I needs must rest me. Alon.

[tience

Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Who am myself fattach'd with weariness, To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest. Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd, Whom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go. Ant. I am right glad that he's so out of hope. [Aside to SEBASTIAN. Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose That you resolv'd to effect. Seb.

Will we take thoroughly.

Ant.

The next advantage

Let it be to-night;

For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they
Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance,
As when they are fresh.

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tions of salutations; and, inviting the King, &c., to eat, they depart.]

Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, hark! Gon. Marvellous sweet music!

Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these?

Seb. A living drollery. Now I will believe That there are unicorns; that in Arabia

There is one tree, the phoenix, throne; one phoenix At this hour reigning there.

Ant. I'll believe both; And what does else want credit, come to me, And I'll be sworn 'tis true: travellers ne'er did lie, Though fools at home condemn them. If in Naples

Gon.

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Who would believe that there were mountaineers 'Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at them

Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men, Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now, we Each putter-out of five for one will bring us [find, Good warrant of.

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Alon.

I will stand to, and feed, Although my last: no matter, since I feel The best is past.-Brother, my lord the duke, Stand to, and do as wc.

Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL like a harpy, claps his wings upon the table, and, with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes.

Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny (That hath to "instrument this lower world, And what is in't) the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up, and on this island Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;3 And even with such like valor men hang and drown Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate: the elements,

[ALON., SEB., &c., draw their Swords. Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish One dowle that's in my plume: my

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si. e., A puppet-show with living personages. Certainly. Wonder. A proverbial phrase, signifying, Do not be in haste to approve.-"Dew-lapp'd like bulls," an allusion, probably, to the disease of the goitre- i. c., Each traveller. ni. e., To play upon as an "instrument."- Feather.

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