Thou think'ft, there are no more fuch fhapes as Behold this maid: all corners elfe o' the earth he, Let liberty make use of; space enough

Having feen but him and Caliban: Foolish wench! Have I, in fuch a prison.

Can fpeak like us: then, wifely, good fir, weigh delicate temperance.2
Our forrow with our comfort.

Ant. Fie, what a fpend-thrift is he of his tongue! almoft beyond credit)
Alon. I pr'ythee, spare.

Gon. Well, I have done; But yet—

Seb. He will be talking.

Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a frethness, and gloffes; being rather new dy'd, than good wager, first begins to crow?

1 Hint is that which recals to the memory. The caufe that fills our minds with grief is common. 2 Temperance here means temperature. 3 In the puritanical times it was ufual to christen children from the titles of religious and moral virtues. 4 i. e, of a dark jull colour, the oppofite to pale and faint,

Ant. If but one of his pockets could fpeak, would it not fay, he lies?

Seb. Ay, or very falfely pocket up his report. Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on firft in Africk, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis.

Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we profper well in our return.

Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with fuch 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!

Seb. What if he had faid, widower Eneas More widows in them of this bufinefs' making,

too good lord, how you take it!

Adr. Widow Dido, faid you? you make me ftudy of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gen. This Tunis, fir, was Carthage.

Adr. Carthage?

Gon. I affure you, Carthage.

Than we bring men to comfort them: The fault's
Your own.

Alon. So is the deareft o' the lofs.
Gon. My lord Sebastian,

The truth you fpeak doth lack fome gentleness,
And time to speak it in: you rub the fore,

Ant. His word is more than the miraculous When you fhould bring the plaifter. harp.

Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Ant. What impoffible matter will he make eafy next?

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

Ant. And, fowing the kernels of it in the fea, bring forth more islands.

Gon. Ay?

Ant. Why, in good time.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments feem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis, at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. nt. And the rareft that e'er came there. Seb. Bate, I befeech you, widow Dido. Ant. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.

Seb. Very well.

Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good fir,
When you are cloudy.

Seb. Foul weather?
Ant. Very foul.

Gon. Had I the plantation of this ifle, my lord,→
Ant. He'd fow 't with nettle-feed.

Seb. Or docks, or mallows.

[do?

Gon. And were the king of it, What would I
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. [ries
Gon. I' the commonwealth, I would by contras
Execute all things: for no kind of traffick
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters fhould not be known; riches, poverty,
And ufe of fervice, none; contract, fucceffion,

Gon. Is not, fir, my doublet as fresh as the Bourn2, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; first day I wore it? I mean, in a fort.

Ant. That fort was well fifh'd for.

No ufe of metal, corn, or wine, or oil:
No occupation; all men idle, all,

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's mar- And women too, but innocent and pure; riage?

Alon. You cram thefe words into mine ears,

No fovereignty.

Seb. And yet he would be king on't.

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

Gon. All things in common nature should pro

Or, of my reafon and natural affection. 2 A limit, a land-mark. 3 A French word fignifying plenty.

Gor

Gan. I do well believe your highnefs; and did Trebles thee o'er. it to minifter occafion to thefe gentlemen, who are of fuch fenfible and nimble lungs, that they always ufe 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 ftill.

Ant. What a blow was there given?
Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long.

Gon. You are gentlemen of brave metal; you would lift the moon out of her fphere, if the would continue in it five weeks without changing. Enter Ariel, playing folemn mufick.

Seb. We would fo, and then go a bat-fowling. Ant. Nay, my good lord, be not angry. Gon. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my difcretion fo weakly. Will you laugh me afleep, for I am very heavy?

Ant. Go, fleep, and hear us.

[Gonz, Adr. Fra. &c. fleep.

Seb. Well, I am ftanding water.
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Seb. Do fo: to ebb,
Hereditary floth instructs me.
Ani. O,

If you but knew, how you the purpose cheriff,
Whilft thus you mock it! how, in ftripping it,
You more inveft it! Ebbing men, indeed,
Moft often, do fo near the bottom run,
By their own fear, or floth.

Seb. Pr'ythee, fay on:

The fetting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
A matter from thee: and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.

Ant. Thus, fir;

Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,
(Who thall be of as little memory,
When he is earth'd) hath here almoft perfuaded,
(For he's a fpirit of perfuafion, only
Profefles to perfuade) the king, his fon's alive

Alog. What, all fo foon afleep! I with mine 'Tis as impoffible that he's undrown'd,

Would, with themselves, fhut up my thoughts: I

They are inclin'd to do fo,

Seb. Please you, fir,

Do not omit the heavy offer of it:

It feldom vifits forrow; when it doth,

It is a comforter.

Axt. We two, my lord,

As he, that fleeps here, fwims.

Seb. I have no hope

That he's undrown'd.

Ant. O, out of that no hope,

What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is
Another way fo high an hope, that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
But doubts difcovery there. Will you grant, with

Will guard your person, while you take your rest, That Ferdinand is drown'd?
And watch your fafety.

Alon. Thank you: Wond'rous heavy-
[All fleep but Seb. and Ant.
Seb. What a strange drow finefs poffeffes them?
int. It is the quality o' the climate,

Seb. Why

Doth it not then our eye-lids fink? I find not
Myfelf difpos'd to fleep.

Ant. Nor I; my fpirits are nimble.
They fell together all, as by confent;
They dropp'd, as by a thunder-ftroke.-
might,

Worthy Sebastjan ?

Seb. He's gone.

int. Then, tell me,

Who's the next heir of Naples?

Seb. Claribel.

[me,

[dwells

Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; the that Ten leagues beyond man's life: the that from

Naples

Can have no note, unless the fun were poft, [chins
(The man i the moon's too flow) till new-born
Be rough and razorable; fhe, from whom [again;
-What We were all fea-fwallow'd, though fome caft
[more:- And, by that deftiny, to perform an act,
-O, what might ?— -No Whereof what's part is prologue; what to come,
[and In yours, and my difcharge.

And yet, methinks, I fee it in thy face,
What thou should'it be; the occafion fpeaks thee;
My itrong imagination fees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.

Seb. What, art thou waking?
int. Do you not hear me fpeak?
Seb. I do; and, furely,

It is a fleepy language; and thou speak st
Out of thy fleep: What is it thou didit fay?
This is a ftrange repofe, to be afleep

With eyes wide open; ftanding, ípeaking, moving;
And yet fo faft afleep.

At. Noble Sebaftian,

Thou let'ft thy fortune fleep, die rather; wink'st
Wiles thou art waking.

Seb. Thou doft fnore diftinctly;
There's meaning in thy fnores.

Ant. I am more ferious than my cuftom; you Must be fo too, if heed me; which to do,

Seb. What ftuff is this?-How fay you?

'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis;
So is the heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions
There is fome fpace.

int. A space, whofe every cubit
Seems to cry out, How fall that Claribel
Meafure us back to Naples?-Keep in Tunis,
And let Sebaftian wake!-Say, this were death
That now hath feiz'd them; why, they were no

worfe
[Naples,
Than now they are: There be, that can rule
As well as he that fleeps; lords, that can prate
As amply, and unneceffarily,

As this Gonzalo; I myfelf could make

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.

Ant. And how does your content

Tender your own good fortune?

Seb. I remember,

You did fupplant your brother Profpero.
Ant. True:

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

Seb. But, for your confcience

[ther,

Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo ?

Gon. Upon my honour, fir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me: I fhak'd you, fir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, I faw their weapons drawn:-there was a noise, That's verity: 'Tis beft we ftand upon our guard;

Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further fearch

For my poor fon.

Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts!
For he is, fure, i' the island.
Alon. Lead away.

Ari. Profpero my lord fhall know what I have
done.
[Afide.

Ant. Ay, fir; where lies that? If it were a kybe, "Twould put me to my flipper; but I feel not This deity in my bofom: twenty consciences, That ftand 'twixt me and Milan, candy'd be they, And melt, e'er they moleft. Here lies your broNo 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, So, king, go fafely on to feek thy fon. [Exeunt. Can lay to bed for ever : whiles you, doing thus, To the perpetual wink, for ay2 might put This ancient morfel, this fir Prudence, who Should not upbraid our courfe. For all the reft, They'll take fuggeftion 3, as a cat laps milk; They'll tell the clock to any business that We fay befits the hour.

Enter Ariel, with mufick and fong.
Ari. My mafter through his art forefees the
danger

That you, his friend, are in; and fends me forth
(For elfe his project dies) to keep them living.
[Sings in Gonzalo's ear.
While you here do fnoring lie,
Open-ey'd confpiracy

His time doth take:

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

Ant. Then let us both be fudden.
Gon. Now, good angels, preferve the king!
[They awake.
Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake? Why are
you drawn 4?

Wherefore this ghaftly looking?
Gon. What's the matter?

Seb. Whiles we stood here fecuring your repofe,
Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you?
It ftrook mine ear most terribly.

S C E N E II.
Another part of the island.

Enter Caliban with a burden of wood: A noise of

thunder beard.

Cal. All the infections that the fun fucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Profper fall, and make

him

By inch-meal a difeafe! His fpirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curfe. But they'll not pinch,
Fright me with urchin fhows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em; but
For every trifle they are fet upon me :
Sometime like apes, that moes and chatter at me,
And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall; fometime am I
All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues,
Do hifs me into madness :-Lo! now! lo!
Enter Trinculo.

Here comes a fpirit of his; and to torment me,
For bringing wood in flowly: I'll fall flat;

Perchance he will not mind me.

Trin. Here's neither bush nor fhrub, to bear offany weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it finging i' the wind: yond' fame black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard that would fhed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond' fame cloud cannot chufe but fall by pailfuls.-What have we here? a man or a fith? Dead or alive? A fifh; he fmells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the neweft, Poor-John. A ftrange 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 filver: there would this monster make a man 7; any ftrange beaft there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to fee a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loofe my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, but

I i. e. that is, id eft. 2 For ever. 3 A hint of villany. 4 Having your fwords drawn. 5 Make mouths. 6 Bumbard means, in this place, a large veffcl for holding drink. 7 i. c. make a man's fortune.

an iflander, that has lately fuffer'd by a thunder- of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul bolt. Alas! the ftorm is come again: my beft fpeeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: other shelter hereabout: Mifery acquaints a man Come-5 Amen! I will pour fome in thy other with ftrange bedtellows: I will here throud, till mouth.

The mafter, the fwabber, the boatswain and I,
and his mate,
Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
But none of us car'd for Kate:

Trin. Stephano,

Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! mercy! This is a devil, and no monfter: I will leave him; I have no long fpoon.

Trin. Stephano!-if thou beeft Stephano, touch me, and fpeak to me; for I am Trinculo;-be not afraid,-thy good friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou beeft Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull thee by the leffer legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, thefe are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: How cam'ft thou to be the fiege 7 of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculos?

Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunder

ftroke:-But art thou not drown'd, Stephano? I hope now, thou art not drown'd. Is the storm

For fre bad a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a failor, Go, bang: She lov'd not the favour of tar nor of pitch, [itch: Yet a taylor might fcratch her where-e'er he did Then to fea, boys, and let her go bang. This is a fcurvy tune too: But here's my comfort. over-blown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's [Drinks. gaberdine, for fear of the ftorm: And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans

Cal. Do not torment me: Oh!

Ste. What's the matter? have we devils here?'cap'd!

Do you put tricks upon us with favages, and men Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stoof Inde? Ha! I have not 'cap'd drowning to be mach is not conftant. afraid now of your four legs; for it hath been faid,| As proper a man as ever went upon four legs, cannot make him give ground: and it fhall be faid fo again, while Stephano breathes at noftrils.

Cal. The spirit torments me: Oh!

Cal. These be fme things, an if they be not fprights.
That's a brave god, and bears celeftial liquor:
I will kneel to him.

Ste. How did't thou 'fcape? How cam'st thou hither? fwear, by this bottle, how thou cam'st

Ste. This is fome monster of the ifle, with four hither. I efcap'd upon a butt of fack, which the legs; who has got, as I take it, an ague: Where failors heav'd over-board, by this bottle! which I the devil should he learn our language? I will give made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, him fome relief, if it be but for that: If I can re-fince I was caft a-shore.

cover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples Cal. I'll fwear, upon that bottle, to be thy true with him, he's a prefent for any emperor that ever fubject; for the liquor is not earthly. trod on neats-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 wifeft: He fhall taste of my bottle: if he 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 2 for him; he shall pay for him that hath him, and that foundly.

Cal. Thou doft me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling 3: Now Profper works upon thee.

Ste. Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, 4 cat; open your mouth: this will thake your fhaking, I can tell you, and that foundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again.

Ste. Here; fwear then, how escap'dft thou? Trin. Swom a-fhore, man, like a duck; I can fwim like a duck, I'll be fworn.

Ste. Here, kifs the book: Though thou can'ft fwim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.

Trin. O Stephano, haft any more of this? Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by the fea-fide, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf? how does thine ague?

Cal. Haft thou not dropp'd from heaven? Ste. Out o' the moon, I do affure 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 shew'd me thee, and thy dog and thy bush.

Ste. Come, fwear to that; kifs the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: fwear. Trin. I should know that voice: It should be,- Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow But he is drown'd; and these are devils: O! demonfter:-I afraid of him a very weak monfend me !fter:-The man i' the moon?-a most poor creSt. Four legs, and two voices; a moft delicate dulous monfter :-Well drawn, monfter, in good moniter! His forward voice now is to fpeak well footh.

an old

A gaberdine is properly the coarfe frock or outward garment of a peafant, and is ftill worn by the pealants in Suflex. 2 i. e, any fum, or ever to much, 3 Tremor is always reprefented as the effect of being poflefs'd by the devil. 4 Alluding to proverb, that good liquor will make a cat speak. 5 Means, flop your draught. Alluding to the proverb, A lrg Spoon to eat with the devil. 7 Siege fignifies tool in every fenfe of the word, and is here used in the dirtieft.

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