But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation. All, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair)
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, "Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here."
Pro.

Why, that's my spirit!
Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari.

But was not this nigh shore?
Ari.

Not a hair perish'd;
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle.
The king's son have I landed by himself,
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot.
Pro.

Of the king's ship,
The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd,
And all the rest o' the fleet?

Ari.

Safely in harbor

Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd 'Bermoothes, there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
Whom, with a charm joined to their suffer'd labor,
I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again,
And all upon the Mediterranean float,
Bound sadly home for Naples,

Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
And his great person perish.

Pro. Thou dost; and think'st it much, to tread the Of the salt deep,

[got

To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
To do me business in the veins o' th' earth,
When it is bak'd with frost.
Ari.
I do not, sir.
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou for-
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, Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did,
They would not take her life. Is not this true?
Ari. Ay, sir.

[child,

Pro. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with
And here was left by the sailors: thou, my slave
As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant:
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand 'hests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most munmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain

A dozen years; within which space she died,
And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans
As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island
(Save for 3a son that she did litter here,

A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honor'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, 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 spriting gently.

Pro.

Do so, and after two days I will discharge thee. Ari. That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what? what shall I do?

* Algiers. Behests; commands.- Immitigable.n Obedient." Spriting," i. e., the business of a sprite, or spirit.

Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.

Cal.

I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, [first, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou 3 cam'st here Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st 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,
And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, [tile.
The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and fer-

Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms

Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you;
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me,
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest o' th' 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 honor 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,

One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known; but thy vile
[natures
Though thou didst learn, had that in 't which good
Could not abide to be with: therefore wast thou
Deservedly confin'd into this rock,

race,

Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.

g

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'rt best, To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice? If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly

What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar, That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

Cal.

[Aside.

No, pray thee!I must obey: his art is of such power, It would control my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him. Pro.

So, slave; hence! [Exit CALIBAN. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing ; FERDINAND following.

ARIEL'S Song.

Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands:

Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd

The wild waves whist,

Foot it featly here and there;

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Hark, hark!

Burden. Bow, wow.

The watch-dogs bark: Burden. Bow, wow.

Hark, hark!

I hear

[Dispersedly.

Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : [Burden ding-dong. Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father.This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth 'owes.-I hear it now above me. 4[Music above. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance And say, what thou seest yond'.

Mira.

What is't? a spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form :-t 'tis a spirit.

Destroy. Still; silent. Owns.

Pro. No, wench: it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses

As we have; such. This gallant, which thou seest,
Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd
With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call
A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows, [him
And strays about to find 'em.
Mira.
I might call him
A thing divine, for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.
Pro.

It goes on, I see, [Aside. As my soul prompts it.-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free

thee

Within two days for this.

Fer. Most sure, the goddess [Seeing her. On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe, my prayer May know if you remain upon this island, [Kneels. And that you will some good instruction give, How I may bear me here: my prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! If you be maid, or no?

Mira.

But, certainly a maid. Fer.

No wonder, sir;

My language! heavens!-3[Rises. I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Pro. How! the best? What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me, And that he does I weep: myself am Naples; Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld The king, my father, wreck'd.

Mira.

Alack, for mercy!

Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of
Milan,

And his brave son, being twain.
Pro.
The duke of Milan,
And his more braver daughter, could control thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't.-[Aside.] At the first sight
They have chang'd eyes:-delicate Ariel, [sir;
I'll set thee free for this!-[ To him.] A word, good
I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This
Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first
That e'er I sigh'd for. Pity move my father
To be inclin'd my way!

Fer.

b

O! if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The queen of Naples.

Pro. Soft, sir: one word more.[Aside.] They are both in either's powers: but this swift business

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light.-[ To him.] One word more:
I charge thee,

That thou attend me.

Thou dost here usurp

My affections Are then most humble: I have no ambition To see a goodlier man.

So they are:

Pro. Come on; obey: [To FERD. Thy nerves are in their infancy again, And have no vigor in them. Fer. My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid: all corners else o' th' earth Let liberty make use of; space enough Have I in such a prison.

It works. Come on.

Pro. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-Follow me.[To FERD. and MIRA Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To ARIEL. Be of comfort.

Mira.

ACT II.

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 fhint of woe Is common: every day, some sailor's wife,

4

The master 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

d Terrible; formidable. — Guard, Merchant-vessel,

- Cause; subject.

Gon. Dolor comes to him, indeed: you have spoken truer than you purposed.

Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.

Gon. Therefore, my lord,

Ant. Widow? a pox o' that! How came that widow in? Widow Dido!

Seb. What if he had said, widower Eneas 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 next?

Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple.

Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the sea,

Alon. I pr'ythee, spare.

Gon. Well, I have done. But yet-

Seb. He will be talking.

Gon. Ay?

Ant. Why, in good time.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem

Ant. He could not miss it.

Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance. Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. [ered. Seb. Ay, and a subtle, as he most learnedly delivAdr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. Ant. Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Ant. True; save means to live.

Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

riage of your daughter, who is now queen.
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, 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 mar-
riage?
[against
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears,
The stomach of my sense.
Would I had never
Married my daughter there! for, coming thence,
My son is lost; and, in my frate, she too,
Who is so far from Italy remov'd,

I ne'er again shall see her. O thou, mine heir
Of Naples and of Milan! what strange fish
Hath made his meal on thee?

Fran.

green!

Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

d

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 almost 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 dyed, 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 Afric, at the 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.

Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to their queen.

Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.

Gonzalo is called the visiter, in allusion to the office of one who visits the sick, to give advice and consolation.Temperature. Luxuriant. Shade.

To the shore, that o'er 8 his wave-worn basis bow'd,
As stooping to relieve him. I not doubt,
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.

Pr'ythee, peace.

Alon. Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherBy all of us; and the fair soul herself [wise

Weigh'd between lothness and obedience, 2 as Which end o' the beam 3 should bow. We have lost your son,

I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have
More widows in them, of this business' making,
Than we bring men to comfort them: the fault's
Your own.

Alon. So is the idearest of the loss.
Gon.

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.

Very well.

Degree; manner-Opinion; estimation.- Its.- Was in suspense. Heaviest,

Very foul.

Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,--
Ant. He'd sow't with 'neddle-seed.
Seb.
Or docks, or mallows.
Gon. And were the king on't, what would I do?
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.
Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by contraries
Execute all things, for no kind of traffic
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,
And use of service, none; contract, succession,
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil:
No occupation, all men idle, all;

And women too, but innocent and pure.
No sovereignty :-

Seb. Yet he would be king on't.

Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.

d

Gon. All things in common nature should produce, Without sweat or endeavor: treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.

Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects? Ant. None, man; all idle; whores, and knaves. Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, To excel the golden age.

Seb.

'Save his majesty!

Ant. Long live Gonzalo !
Gon.
And, do you mark me, sir?—
Alon. Pr'ythee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to

me.

Gon. I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use 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 still.

Ant. What a blow was there given! Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. 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 above 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. L'All sleep but ALON., SEB., and ANT. Alon. What! all so soon asleep? I wish mine [find, Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I They are inclined to do so.

Seb.

eyes

Please you, sir,

Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.

[sleeps.3

And watch your safety.
Alon. Thank you. Wondrous heavy.-[ALONSO
Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them:
Ant. It is the quality o' the climate.
Seb.

Why
Doth it not, then, our eye-lids sink? I find not
Myself disposed to sleep.

Ant. Nor I: my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Worthy Sebastian ?-O! what might ?-No more :— And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, [and What thou should'st be. Th' occasion speaks thee, My strong imagination sees a crown Dropping upon thy head. Seb.

What! art thou waking? Ant. Do you not hear me speak? Seb.

I do; and, surely,

It is a sleepy language, and thou speak'st
Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say?
This is a strange repose, to be asleep
With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
And yet so fast asleep.
Ant.
Noble Sebastian,
Thou let'st thy fortune sleep-die rather; wink'st
Whiles thou art waking.
Seb.
Thou dost snore distinctly:
There's meaning in thy snores.
Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you
Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,
fTrebles thee o'er.

Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Ant.
O!
If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
Most often do so near the bottom run
By their own fear, or sloth.
Seb.

Pr'ythee, say on.
The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.
Ant.
Thus, sir.
Although this lord of weak remembrance, this
(Who shall be of as little memory,
When he is earth'd) hath here almost persuaded
(For he's a spirit of persuasion, only
Professes to persuade) the king, his son's alive,
Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd,

As he that sleeps here, swims.
Seb.

That he's undrown'd.

Ant.

I have no hope

What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is
O! out of that no hope,
Another way so high a hope, that even
But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with me,
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
That Ferdinand is drown'd?

Seb. Ant.

He's gone.

Who's the next heir of Naples?

Then, tell me,

Claribel.

Seb. Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples Can have no note, unless the sun were post, (The man i' the moon's too slow) till new-born chins Be rough and razorable; she, for whom

"Trebles thee o'er," i. e., makes thee three times what thou art.