Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not oiler
What I desire to give; and much less take, What I shall die to want: but this is trifling; And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning! And prompt me, plain and holy innocence! I am your wife, if you will marry me; If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow You may deny me: but I'll be your servant, Whether you will or no.
And I thus humble ever. Mira.
My mistress, dearest,
My husband then?
Ste. Drink, servant monster, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almost set in thy head.
Trin. Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail. Se. My man-monster hath drowned his tongue in sack for my part, the sea cannot drown me: I swam, cre I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty leagues, off and on, by this light. Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard. Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard.
Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster.
Trin. Nor go neither: but you'll lie, like dogs; and yet say nothing neither.
Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou
Cal. How does thy honor? Let me lick thy shoe: I'll not serve him, he's not valiant.
Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in case to justle a constable: Why, thou deboshed fish thou, was there ever man a coward, that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish, and half a monster?
Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord? Trin. Lord, quoth he! - that a monster should be such a natural!
Cal. Lo, lo, azain! bite him to death. I pr'ythee. Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head; if you prove a mutineer, the next tree--The poor monster's my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.
Cal. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd To hearken once again the suit I made thee? Ste. Marry will I kneel, and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.
Where the quick freshes' are.
Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger : interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my, mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fish of thee.
Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing; I'll go further off.
Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied? Ari. Thou liest.
Ste. Do I so? take thou that. [Strikes him.] As you like this, give me the lie another time. and hearing too? A pox o' your bottle! this can Trin. I did not give the lie:-Out o' your wits, sack and drinking do. A murrain on your mon ster, and the devil take your fingers! Cal. Ha, ha, ha!
stand further off. Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pr'ythee!
I'll beat him too. Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time,
Ste. Stand further.—Come, proceed. I' the afternoon to sleep: there thou may'st brain Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake, Or cut his wezands with thy knife: Remember, First to possess his books; for without them He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not One spirit to command: They all do hate him, He has brave utensils, (for so he calls them.) As rootedly as 1; Burn but his books; Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal. And that most deeply to consider, is Calls her a nonpareil: I ne'er saw woman, The beauty of his daughter; he himself But only Sycorax my dam and she; But she as far surpasseth Sycorax,
As greatest does least. Ste. Is it so brave a lass? Cal. Ay, my lord: she will become thy bed, I
And bring thee forth brave brood.
Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be king and queen; (save our graces!) and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys:- Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo?
Ste. Give me thy hand; I am sorry I beat thee: but, while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy
Wilt thou destroy him then? Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep;
Ay, on mine honer. Ari. This will I tell my master. Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of plea
Let us be jocund: Will you troll the catch You taught me but while-ere?
Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason: Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. [Sings Flout 'em, and skout 'em ; and skout 'em, and flout 'em;
Thought is free.
Cal. That's not the tune.
[ARIEL plays the tune on a tabor and pipe. Alluding to Trinculo's party-colored dress. 1 Springs.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought.would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me; that, when I wak'd, I cry'd to dream again.
Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.
Cal. When Prospero is destroyed.
Sie. That shall be by and by: I remember the story.
Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow it, and after, do our work.
S'e. Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would I could see this taborer: he lays it on.
Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano. [Exeunt. SCENE III-Another part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.
Gon. By'r lakin, I can go no further, sir; My old bones ache: here's a maze trod, indeed, Through forth-rights, and meanders! by your pa- tience.
I needs must rest me. Alim. Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Who am myself attach'd with weariness, To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest. Ever, here I will put off my hope, and keep it No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd, Whom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land: well, let him go. Ant. I am right glad that he's so out of hope. [Avile to SEBASTIAN. Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose That you resolv'd to effect. Seb.
Will we take thoroughly. Ant.
For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance, As when they are fresh. Seb. I say, to-night: no more. Solemn and strange Music; and PROSPERO alore. invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bring ing in a Banquet; they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and, inviting the King, &. to eat, they depart.
Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, hark!
Gon. Marvelous sweet music!
Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these?
Seb. A living drollery: Now I will believe, That there are unicorns: that in Arabia There is one tree, the phoenix' throne; one phoenix At this hour reigning there.
I'll believe both; And what does else want credit, come to me, And I'll be sworn 'tis true: Travelers ne'er did lie, Though fools at home condemn them. G01.
If in Naples I should report this now, would they believe me? If I should say I saw such islanders, For, certes. these are people of the island,) Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note, Their minners are more gentle-kind, than of Jur human generation you shall find
Thou hast said well for some of you there present tre worse than devils.
Such shapes, such gestures, and such sound, ex I cannot too much muse pressing
(Although they want the use of tongue) a kind Of excellent dumb discourse. Pro. Praise in departing
Fran. They vanish'd strangely. Seb.
They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.
Will't please you taste of what is here?
Gon. Faith, sir, you need not fear: When we
Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging Who would believe that there were mountaineers, Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men, Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find,
Each putter-out on five for one, will bring us Good warrant of. Alon. I will stand to, and feed, The best is past: Although my last: no matter, since I feel Brother, my lord the duke, Stand to, and do as we.
Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL like a harpy; claps his wings upon the table, and, with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes. Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny (That hath to instrument this lower world, And what is in't.) the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up; and on this island Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad: [Seeing ALON., SEB., &. draw their swords. And even with such like valor, men hang and. Their proper selves. drown You fools! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate; the elements Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish One dowle that's in my plume; my fellow-ministers Are like invulnerable: if you could hurt, Your swords are now too massy for your strengths, And will not be uplifted: But remember, (For that's my business to you,) that you three From Milan did supplant good Prospero; Expos'd unto the sea, which hath requit it, Him, and his innocent child; for which foul deed The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have Incens'd the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures, Against your peace: Thee of thy son, Alonso, They have bereft! and do pronounce by me, Lingering perd tion (worse than any death Can be at once) shall step by step attend You, and your ways; whose wrath to guard you
(Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads,) is nothing, but heart's sorrow, And a clear life ensuing.
He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and curry out the table.
Pro. Asite. Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: Of my instruction hast thou nothing 'bated, In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life, And observation strange, my meaner ministers Their several kinds have done: my high charms work,
And these, mine enemies, are all knit up In their distractions: they now are in my power And in these fits I leave them, whilst I visit Young Ferdinand. (whom they suppose is drown`d,) And his and my lov'd darling.
SCENE I. Before Prospero's Cell. Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA. Pro. If I have too austerely punish'd you, Your compensation makes amends; for I Have given you here a thread of mine own life, Or that for which I live; whom once again I tender to thy hand; all thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou
Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore heaven, I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand, Do not smile at me, that I boast her off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, And make it halt behind her.
Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: But If thou dost break her virgin knot before All sanctimonious ceremonies may With full and holy rites be minister'd. No sweet aspersion shall the heavens let fall To make this contract grow; but barren hate, Sour-ey'd disdain, and discord, shall bestrew The union of your bed with weeds so loathly, That you shall hate it both: therefore, take heed, As Hymen's lamps shall light you. Fer.
As I hope For quiet days, fair issue, and long life, With such love as 'tis now; the murkiest den, The most opportune place, the strongest suggestion
Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary Rather than want a spirit: appear, and pertly.- No tongue; all eyes; be silent. [Soft music A Masque. Enter IRIS
Iris. Ceres, most bounteous lady, thy rich leas Of wheat, rye, barley, vetches, oats, and peas; Thy turfy mountains, where live nibbling sheep, And flat meads thatch'd with stover, them to keep; Thy banks with peonied and lillied brims, Which spongy April at thy hest betrims, To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy broom groves,
Whose shadow the dismissed bachelor loves, Being lass-lorn; thy pole-clipt vineyard; Where thou thyself dost air: The queen o' the sky, And thy sea-marge, steril, and rocky-hard, Whose wat ry arch, and messenger, am I, Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereign grace, Here, on this grass-plot, in this very place, To come and sport: her peacocks ily amain; Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain.
Cer. Hail, many-colored messenger, that ne'er Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter; Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers; And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown My bosky acres, and my unshrubb'd down, Rich scarf to my proud earth; Why hath thy queen Our worser Genius can, shall never melt Summon'd me hither, to this short-grass'd green? Mine honor into lust; to take away Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate; The edge of that day's celebration, And some donation freely to estate When I shall think, or Phœbus' steeds are foun- On the bless'd lovers.
Or night kept chair'd below.
Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own.- What, Ariel; my industrious servant Ariel!
Ari. What would my potent master? here I am. Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last ser- vice
Did worthily perform; and I must use you In such another trick: go, bring the rabble, O'er whom I give thee power, here to this place: Incite them to quick motion; for I must Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple Some vanity of mine art; it is my promise, And they expect it from me.
Ari. Before you can say. Come, and go, And breathe twice; and cry, 80, 80 ; Each one tripping on his toe,
Will be here with mop and mowe;
Do you love me, master? no.
Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel: do not approach, Till thou dost hear me call. Ari. Well I conceive. [Exit. Pro. Look, thou be true; do not give dalliance Too much the rein; the strongest oaths are straw To the fire i the blood: be more abstemious, Or else, good night, your vow!
I warrant you, sir; The white-cold virgin snow upon my heart Abates the ardor of my liver.
So rare a wonder'd father and a wife, Make this place paradise.
Ari. I told you, sir, they were red hot with drinking:
So full of valor, that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces: beat the ground For kissing of their feet; yet always bending Toward their project: Then I beat my tabor, At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears, Advanc'd their eyelids, lifted up their noses, As they smelt music; so I charm'd their ears, That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns,
Which enter'd their frail shins; at last I left them I' the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake O'er-stunk their feet. This was well done, my bird Thy shape invisible retain thou still:
[JUNO and CERES whisper, and send IRIS The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither, m employment.
Pro. Juno and Ceres whisper seriously; Sweet now, silence: There's something else to do: hush, and be mute, Or else our spell is marr'd.
Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the wan- d'ring brooks,
With your sedg'd crowns, and ever harmless looks, Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land Answer your summons; Juno does command: Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate A contract of true love; be not too late.
Enter certain Nymphs.
You sunburn'd sicklemen, of August weary, Come hither from the furrow, and be merry; Make holy-day: your rye-straw hats put on, And these fresh nymphs encounter every one In country footing.
Enter certain Reapers, properly habited: they join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; toward the end whereof PROSPERO starts suddenly and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confuset noise, they heavily vanish.
Pro, [Aside.] 1 had forgot that foul conspiracy
Of the beast Caliban, and his confederates, Against my life; the minute of their plot
Is almost come.-\To the Spirits.] Well done;- avoid; no more.
Fer. This is most strange: your father's in some passion
That works him strongly.
Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper d. Never till this day, Pro. You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort, As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir: Our revels now are ended: these our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air; And, like the biseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve; And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: We are such stuff As dreams are made of, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am vex'd; Bear with my weakness: my old brain is troubled. Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:
If you be pleas'd, retire into my cell,
And there repose; a turn or two I'l walk, To still my beating mind, Fer. Mira.
Pro. Come with a thought:-I thank you :- Ariel, come.
For stale to catch these thieves. Ari.
Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature T go. [Exit. Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost; And as, with age, his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers: I will plague them all, Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, Even to roaring: - Come, hang them on this line. PROSPERO and ARIEL remain invisible. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet. Cal. Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not
Hear a foot fall; we now are near his cell.
Ste. Monster, your fairy, which, you say, is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us.
which my nose is in great indignation. Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss, at
should take a displeasure against you; look you,- Ste. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster.
Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favor still:
Shall hood-wink this mischance: therefore, speak softly,
All's hush'd as midnight yet.
Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,· Ste. There's not only disgrace and dishonor in that, monster, but an infinite loss.
Trin. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy, monster.
Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labor.
Cul. Prythee. my king, be quiet: Seest thou here, This is the mouth 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 hand: 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 90 king Stephano!
Sie. 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 do you mean,
To doat thus on such luggage? Let's along And do the murder first: if he awake, From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches Make us strange stuff.
Ste. Be you quiet, monster.- - Mistress line, is
Art. Thy thoughts I cleave to; What's thy plea- not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the sure?
We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
Ari. Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres,
I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd, Lesti might anger thee.
Pro, Say again, where didst thou leave these variets?
•Able to produce such wonders
line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.
like your grace. Trin. Do, do: We steal by line and level, a'nt
Ste. I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am king cellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't of this country: Sleat by line and level, is an ex
Education. Jack with a lantern. A shop for sale of old clothes.
Trin Monster, come, put some lime1 upon your fingers, and away with the rest.
Ca'. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes With foreheads villainous low.
Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers; help to bear this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turr you out of my kingdom; go to, carry this. Frin. And this.
A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of hounds, and hunt then about; PROS- PERO and ARIEL setting them on. Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey!
Ari. Silver! there it Pro. Fury! Fury! there, Tyrunt, there! hark, goes, Silver! hark! CAL., STE., and TRIN. are driven out. With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make them,
Than pard, or cat o' mountain. Lie at my mercy all mine enemies: Ari. Shortly shall all my labors end, and thou Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: at this hour Hark, they roar. Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little, Follow, and do me service.
Before the Cell of Prospero.
Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and ARIEL. Pro. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not: my spirits obey; and time Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day? Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,
You said our work should cease. Pro.
When first I rais'd the tempest. How fares the king and his!
Say, my spirit, I did say so.
Confin'd together
In the same fashion as you gave in charge; Just as you left them, sir; all prisoners In the lime-grove which weather-fends your cell; They cannot budge, till you release. His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted; The king, And the remainder mourning over them, Brim-full of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly Him you term'd, sir, The good old lord, Gonzalo; His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves of reeds: your charm so strongly works them,
That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender.
Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. Dost thou think so, spirit? Pro. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling And mine shall. Of their afflictions? and shall not myself. One of their kind, that relish all as sharply Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick,
Yet, with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury Do I take part the rarer action is
In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further: Go, release them. Ariel; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, And they shall be themselves. Ari.
I'll fetch them. sir. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, Eri. and groves;
And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back; you demi-puppets, that By moon-shine 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 be-tim'n'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 promontory Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine, and cedar graves, at my command. Have wak'd their sleepers; oped, and let them forth| By my so potent art: But this rough magic I here abjure: and, when I have requir'd Some heaven.y music, (which even now I do.) Defends from bad weather.
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, And deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book. [Solemn Music.
Re-enter ARIEL: cfler him ALONSO, with a frantic gesture, attendel by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: They all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO observing, speaks.
A solemn air. and the best comforter Now useless, boiled within thy skull! There stand, To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains, For you are spell-stopp'd.
Holy Gonzalo, honorable man,
Mine eyes, even sociable to the shew of thine, And as the morning steals upon the night, rall fellowly drops.— The charm dissolves apace; Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Their clearer reason.-O my good Gonzalo, My true preserver, and a loyal sir
Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces Thy brother was a furtherer in the act; -- Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter. Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.-Flesh and blood,
You brother mine. that entertain'd ambition, (Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong,) Expell'd remorses and nature; who, with Sebastian, Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee, Unnatural though thou art!-The runderstanding Will shortly fill the reasonable shores, Begins to swell; and the approaching tide
That now lie foul and muddy. Not one of them, That yet looks on me, or would know me:—Ariel, Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell;
I will dis-case me, and my self present, Exit ARIEL. Thou shalt ere long be free. As I was sometime Milan:- - quickly, spirit:
ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire PROSPERO.
Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
In a coreslip's hell I lie:
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bal's back I do fly,
After summer merrilu:
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
Under the blossom, that hangs on the bough.
Pro. Why that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss
But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so. There shalt thou find the mariners asleep To the king's ship, invisible as thou art : Being awake, enforce them to this place; Under the hatches; the master and the batswain And presently, I pry thee.
Ari. I drink the air before me and return Or e'er your pulse twice beat. [Exit ARIEL Pity or tendert (sa cf heart
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