But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Why, that's my spirit! But was not this nigh shore? Not a hair perish'd; Of the king's ship, Ari. Safely in harbor Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, 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, 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, [child, Pro. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with A dozen years; within which space she died, A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honor'd with 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. Go, make thyself a like "nymph o' the | Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour sea: be subject 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 Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you; 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 Cal. O ho! O ho!-would it had been done! Pro. Abhorred slave, One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, 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, 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 And his brave son, being twain. Fer. b O! if a virgin, 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 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, 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, Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! bring forth more islands. 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. Which, or he or Adrian, for a good wager, now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the mar 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. 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- I ne'er again shall see her. O thou, mine heir Fran. Sir, he may live. Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke 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, Alon. 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 Alon. So is the idearest of the loss. My lord Sebastian, Very well. Degree; manner-Opinion; estimation.- Its.- Was in suspense. Heaviest, Very foul. Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,-- And women too, but innocent and pure. 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 ! 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: [sleeps.3 And watch your safety. Why 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 Hereditary sloth instructs me. Pr'ythee, say on. As he that sleeps here, swims. That he's undrown'd. Ant. I have no hope What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is 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. |