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Mira. I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Pro. Now the condition.
This king of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
Mira. Alack, for pity!
I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Pro. Hear a little further.
And then I'll bring thee to the present business Which now's upon us; without the which, this Were most impertinent.
Mira. Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?
Pro. Well demanded, wench;
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not;
(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set
Mira. Alack! what trouble
Pro. O! a cherubim [smile, Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst Infused with a fortitude from heaven, [sait; When I have deck'ds the sea with drops full Under my burden groan'd; which raised in me An undergoing stomach, to bear up Against what should ensue.
Mira. How came we ashore?
Out of his charity, (who being then appointed
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
From my own library, with volumes that
Pro. Now I arise :
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Here in this island we arriv'd; and here [fit Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more proThan other princes can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, pray you, Sir,
(For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm?
Pro. Know thus far forth.—
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
A most auspicious star; whose influence
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail!
To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
Pro. Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade Ari. To every article.
[thee? I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide, And burn in many places; on the top-mast, The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, [precursors
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary [cracks And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune [tremble,
Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves Yea, his dread trident shake.
Pro. My brave spirit!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coilt Would not infect his reason?
Ari. Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Then all a fire with me: the king's son, Fer-
Pro. Why, that's my spirit!
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
Pro. Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work : What is the time o' the day?
4ri. Past the mid season.
Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six and now,
Must by us both be spent most preciously. Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou hast proWhich is not yet perform'd me.
Pro. How now ? moody?
What is't thou canst demand?
Ari. My liberty.
Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
To bate me a full year.
Pro. Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
Pro. Thou dost! and think'st
It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; To run upon the sharp wind of the north; To do me business in the veins o' the earth, When it is bak'd with frost.
Ari. I do not, Sir.
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot [envy, The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age, and Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? Ari. No, Sir. [tell me.
Pro. Thou hast: where was she born? speak; 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, Sy
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
They would not take her life: Is not this true?
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child,
And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my
* Bermudas. + Wave. Algiers. | Commands.
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Ari. Yes; Caliban her son.
Pro. Dull thing, 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
Ari. I thank thee, master.
Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till [oak, Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
Ari. Pardon, master:
I will be correspondent to command,
Pro. Do so; and after two days
Ari. That's my noble master!
What shall I do? say what? what shall I do. Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible [sea; To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.
[Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept Awake! [well; Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me.
Pro. Shake it off: come on;
We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Mira. "Tis a villain, Sir,
I do not love to look on.
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within.
Re-enter ARIEL, like a Water-Nymph.
Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
Thou strok'st me, and mad'st much of me; would'st give me
Water with berries in't; and teach me how
And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile ;
Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
Pro. Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness: 1 have us'd thee,
[thee Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour 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;
Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour [vage, One thing or other: when thou didst not, saKnow thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known: But thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. [on't Cal. You taught me language; and my profit Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid For learning me your language!
Pro. Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, maIf thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly [lice? What I command, I'll rack thee with old
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.
The watch-dogs bark: Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer,
Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth?
It sounds no more :-and sure, it waits upon
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
Mira. What is't? a spirit?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, Sir,
[seest, As we have, such: This gallant which thou Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd [call him With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, And strays about to find them. Mira. I might call him
A thing divine; for nothing natural
Pro. It goes on,
[Aside. [free thee Fer. Most sure, the goddess [prayer On whom these airs attend !-Vouchsafe, my May know, if you remain upon this island; 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?
As my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll Within two days for this.
Mira. No, wonder, Sir; But, certainly a maid.
Fer. My language! heavens!
I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken.
Pro. How! the best? [thee? What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard A as I am 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 And his brave son, being twain. [of Milan, Pro. The duke of Milan,
And his more braver daughter, could controlt thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't:-At the first sight
Fer. O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you As mountain winds: but then exactly do
Pro. Soft, Sir; one word more.-
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
[Aside. Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge thee,
That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
Fer. No, as I am a man.
Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a
Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.
I will resist such entertainment, till
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
Pro. What, I say,
My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor;
Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward;t
Mira. Beseech you, father!
Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments.
I'll be his surety.
Pro. Silence: one word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee.
All points of my command.
Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him.
SCENE I.-Another Part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.
Gon. 'Beseech you, Sir, be merry: you have
(So have we all) of joy; for our escape
Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Gon. When every grief is entertained, that's Comes to the entertainer
Seb. A dollar.
Gon. Dolour 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. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his
Gon. Well, I have done: But yet
Seb. He will be talking.
Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a
good wager, first begins to crow!
Seb. The old cock.
Ant. The cockrel.
Seb. Done: The wager?
Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes
Ant. A laughter.
Seb. A match.
Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,
Seb. Ha, ha, ha!
Ant. So, you've paid.
Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessi-
Ant. He could not miss it.
Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance."
Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.
Adr. The air breathes upon us here most
Seb. Of that there's none, or little. Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks? how green?
Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.
[totally. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed lmost 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. 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.
Gon. I assure you, Carthage.
[harp. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous Seb. He hath raised 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, bring forth more islands.
Ant. Why, in good time.
Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis, at the marriage 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 marriage? [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 rate, she too,
I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir
Fran. Sir, he may live;
I saw him beat the surges under him,
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Degree or quality.
Rank + Shade of colour.
To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd,
As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt,
Alon. No, no, he's gone.
Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss; [daughter, That would not bless our Europe with your 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 impórtun'd
By all of us; and the fair soul herself
I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have
Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.
The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,
Execute all things: for no kind of traffic
Seb. And yet he would be king on't.Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning. [produce
Gon. All things in common nature should Without sweat or endeavour: 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 foizon,+ all abundance, To feed my innocent people.
Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects? Ant. None, man; all idle; whores, and [Sir,
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, 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 laughed at.
Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am