Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation. Ste. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you; look you, Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster. Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still: Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to Shall hood-wink this mischance : speak softly. All's hush'd as midnight yet. therefore, Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour In that, monster, but an infinite loss. Trin. That's more to me than ny wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy, monster. Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour. Cal. Pr'ythee, my king, be quiet: Seest thou here, This is the inouth of the cell: no noise, and enter : Do that good mischief, which may make this island Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban, Ste. Give me thy band: I do begin to have bloody thoughts. Trin. O king Stephano! O peer ! O worthy Stephano! look, what a wardrobe here is for thee! Cal. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash. Trin. O ho, monster; we know what belongs to a frippery :-O king Stephano! Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown. Trin. Thy grace shall have it. Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what you mean, do To doat thus on such luggage? Let's along, Make us strange stuff. Ste. Be you quiet, monster.-Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin. Trin. Do, do; We steal by line and level, and't like your grace. Ste. I thank thee for that jest: here's a garment for't: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am king of this country: Steal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't. Trin. Monster, come, put some limet upon your fingers, and away with the rest. Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers; help to bear this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom: go to, carry this. They cannot budge, till you release. The king, His brother, and your's, abide all three distracted; And the remainder moursing over them, His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves of reeds: your charm so strongly works them, That if you now behield them, your affections Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit? Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Ari. I'll fetch them, Sir. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves; And ye, that on the sands with printless foot When he comes back: you demi-puppets, that Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, By moonshine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight-mushrooms; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid (Weak masters though you be,) I have bedimm'd The noon-tide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, And 'twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promon tory Have I made shake up and by the spurs pluck'd | The pine, and cedar graves, at my command, Have waked their sleepers; oped, and let them forth By my so potent art: But this rough magic A solemn air, and the best comforter Gon. All torment, amazement trouble, wonder, and Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us Pro. Behold, Sir king! The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero : Alon. Whe'r thou beest he, or no, Th' affliction of my mind amends, with which, Be living, and be here? Pro. First, noble friend, Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There Be measur'd, or confin’d. stand, For you are spell-stopp'd.- Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, Fall fellowly drops.--the apace; charm dissolves And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignoraut fumes that mantle Their clearer reason.-O my good Gonzalo, My true preserver, and a loyal sir To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces Home, both in word and deed.-Most cruelly Didst thou, Alonso, use me, and my daughter: Thy brother was a furtherer in the act ;Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and blood, You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian, (Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,) Gon. Whether this be, Or be not, I'll not swear. Pro. You do yet taste For you, most wicked Sir, whom to call brother Alon. If thou beest Prospero, Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive Were wreck'd upon this shore: where I have Unnatural though thou art --Their under thee, standing Begins to swell; and the approaching tide That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, Fetch me the bat and rapier in my cell; [Exit ARIEL. I will dis-case me and myself present, lost, How sharp the point of this remembrance is ! My dear son Ferdinand. Pro. I am woe + for't, sir. Alon. Irreparable is the loss and Patience Says, it is past her cure. Pro. I rather think, You have not sought her help of whose soft ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire To make the dear loss, have I means much PROSPERO. Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer merrily; Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I shall But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.- Being awake, enforce them to this place; O heavens! that they were living both in Naples. Myself were mudded in that oozy bed Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these At this encounter do so much admire, Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Pity, of tenderness of heart. • Whether. + Sorry. * Bearable, Upon this shore, where you were wreck'd, was landed, To be the lord on't. No more yet of this; And subjects none abroad: pray you, look in. At least, bring forth a wonder, to content ye, The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers FERDINAND and MIRANDA playing at chess. Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false. I would not for the world. Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms you should wrangle, And I would call it fair play. Alon. If this prove A vision of the island, one dear son Shall I twice lose. Seb. A most high miracle ! Re-enter ARIEL, with the MASTER and BOAT. O look, Sir, look, Sir; here are more of us! That swear'st grace o'erboard, not an oath on shore ? Hast thou no mouth by land? What is the news? Boats. The best news is, that we have safely found Our king and company: the next our ship,- [Aside. [Aside. Pro. My tricksy + spirit! strengthen, bither? From strange to stranger:-Say, how came you Boats. If I did think, Sir, I were well awake, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, Fer. Tho' the seas threaten, they are merci- And, (how, we know not,) all clapp'd under ful: I have curs'd them without cause. batches, Where, but even now, with strange and several noises (FERD. kneels to ALON. Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, Alon. Now all the blessings Of a glad father compass thee about! Arise, and say how thou cam'st here. Mira. O wonder ! And on this couple drop a blessed crown; For it is you, that have chalk'd forth the way Which brought us hither! Alon. I say, Amen, Gonzalo ! And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, Ari. Was't well done? [Aside. Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt be [Aside. free. Alon. This is as strange a maze as e'er men trod : Do not infest your mind with beating on The strangeness of this business; at pick'd leisure, Which shall be shortly, single I'll resolve you (Which to you shall seem probable,) of every These happen'd accidents: till when, be cheerful, And think of each thing well.-Come hither, spirit; [Aside. Set Caliban and his companions free: There are yet missing of your company Re-enter ARIEL, driving in CALIBAN, STг. PHANO, and TRINCULO, in their stolen apparel. Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let Gon. Was Milan thrust from Milan, that his no man take care for himself: for all is but for Then say, if they be true :-This misshapen knave, And deal in her command, without her power: Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death. For this one night; which (part of it,) I'll waste Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken but- To hear the story of your life, which must ler ? Seb. He is drunk now: Where had he wine? Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them? Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones: I shall not fear fly-blowing, Seb. Why, how now, Stephano? Ste. O touch me not; I am not Stephano, Pro. You'd be king of the isle, sirrah? Cal. Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise here- And seek for grace: What a thrice-double ass Pro. Go to; away! Alon. Hence, and bestow your luggage where you found it. Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt CAL. STE. and TRIN. Pro. Sir, I invite your highness, and your train, To my poor cell where you shall take your rest • flonest. Take the ear strangely. Pro. I'll deliver all; And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales, EPILOGUE. SPOKEN BY PROSPERO. Now my charms are all o'erthrown, ¡⚫ Applause noise was supposed to dissolve a suull THE lighter seenes of this entertaining comedy are entirely the production of Shakspeare; and for its more serious portions he was probably indebted to the Histories Tragiques of Belleforest, who had them from Bandello. Malone quotes the "Fifth Egiog of Barnaby Googe," published with other poems of his in 1563, and now an exceedingly rare book, to show that Shakspeare might have borrowed from it the circumstances of the Duke sending his page to plead his cause with the lady, and of the lady's falling in love with the page. "This play (says Dr. Johnson,) is in the graver part elegant and easy, and in some of the lighter scenes exquisitely humourous." Its progress is full of spirit, and the entanglement of characters and circumstances is pleasingly unravelled in the final catastrophe. The self-sufficiency of Malvolio is charmingly depicted, and very laughably punished; whilst the excesses of Sir Toby Belch are almost excused by his smattering of wit, and his unqualified good-humour. The sudden attachment of Viola is much more improbable than tha obstinate repugnance of Olivia: but the romantic nature of her love," feeding in concealment on her damask cheek," gives an interest to her situation, whilst a victim to the tender passion, which the undisguised declarations of the other, though placed in the same predicament, must generally fail in producing. A Sea-captain, Friend to Viola. MALVOLIO, Steward to Olivia. CLOWN, OLIVIA, a rich Countess. VALENTINE, Gentlemen attending on the MARIA, Olivia's Woman. Duke. Sir TOBY BELCH, Uncle of Olivia. Lords, Priests, Sailors, Officers, Musiciant, and other Attendants. SCENE-A City in Illyria; and the Sea-coast near it. ACT I. SCENE 1.-An Apartment in the DUKE'S Palace. Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; Musicians attending. Even in a minute! So full of shapes is fancy, Duke. What, Curio? Cur. The hart. Duke. Why, so I do, the noblest that I have: Oh! when mine eyes did see Olivia first, Duke. If music be the food of love, play on; Methought she purg'd the air of pestilence; Give me excess of it; that, sufeiting, Of what validity and pitch soever, But falls into abatement and low price, • Valne. no more; That instant was I turn'd into a hart; |