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Alon. Thank you. Wondrous heavy.-[ALON. sleeps.'
Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them!
Ant. It is the quality of the climate.

I do; and, surely,
It is a sleepy language, and thou speak'st
Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say?
This is a strange repose, to be asleep
With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
And yet so fast asleep.

Noble Sebastian,
Thou let'st thy fortune sleep die rather; wink'st
Whiles thou art waking.

Thou dost snore distinctly:
There's meaning in thy snores.
Ant. I am more serious than my custom: you
Must be so too, if heed me; which to do,
Trebles thee o'er.

Well; I am standing water.
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.

Do so: to ebb

Hereditary sloth instructs me.

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Doth it not, then, our eye-lids sink? I find not
Myself disposed to sleep.

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,

A space whose every cubit
Seems to cry out, "How shall that Claribel
Measure us back to Naples ?"-Keep in Tunis,

What thou should'st be. Th' occasion speaks thee, and And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death
My strong imagination sees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.
What! art thou waking?
Ant. Do you not hear me speak?

That now hath seized them; why, they were no worse
Than now they are. There be, that can rule Naples
As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate
As amply, and unnecessarily,
As this Gonzalo; I myself could make

A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
For your advancement! Do you understand me?
Seb. Methinks, I do.

O! out of that no hope,
What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is
Another way so high a hope, that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
But doubts discovery there. Will you grant, with ma,
That Ferdinand is drown'd?
He's gone.

Then, tell me.


Who's the next heir of Naples?



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

We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again;
And by that destiny to perform an act
Whereof what's past is prologue, what's to come,
In yours and my discharge.

What stuff is this!-How say you?
'Tis true, my brother's daughter 's queen of Tunis;
So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions
There is some space.

And how does your content
Tender your own good fortune?
I remember,
You did supplant your brother Prospero.
And look how well my garments sit upon me;
Much feater than before. My brother's servants
Were then my fellows, now they are my men.
Seb. But, for your conscience-

Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe,
'Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not
This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,
|That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they,

3 from: in f.e 4 what in f. e.

And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother,
No 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,
Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course: for all the rest,
They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.

Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent: as thou got'st Milan,
Ill come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou pay'st,
And I, the king, shall love thee.


Draw together;
And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.


O! but one word. [They converse apart.
Music. ARIEL descends invisible.'
Ari. My master through his art foresees the danger
That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth
(For else his project dies) to keep them living.

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bombards that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.-What have we here? [Seeing Caliban.] a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish[Sings in GONZALO's ear. like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. While you here do snoring lie, A strange fish! Were I in England now, (as once I Open-eyed conspiracy was) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday His time doth take. fool there but would give a piece of silver: there If of life you keep a care, would this monster make a man: any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunder-bolt [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again: my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the drench' of the storm be past.

Shake off slumber, and beware:
Awake! Awake!
Ant. Then, let us both be sudden.
Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king!
[They wake.
Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you

Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand.
Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,
Here shall I die a-shore.-

Wherefore thus ghastly looking?


What's the matter?
Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing,
Like bulls, or rather lions: did it not wake you?
It struck mine ear most terribly.


I heard nothing.
Ant. O! 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear,
To make an earthquake: sure, it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.

Heard you this, Gonzalo?
Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming,
And that a strange one too, which did awake me.
I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd: as mine eyes open'd,
I saw their weapons drawn.-There was a noise,
That's verity: tis best we stand upon our guard,
Or that we quit this place. Let's draw our weapons.
Alon. Lead off this ground, and let's make farther

For my poor son.

Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts,
For he is, sure, i' the island.

Lead away.
Ari. Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have done:
So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.

SCENE II.-Another part of the Island.
Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood.
A noise of thunder heard.

And yet I needs must curse; but they'll not pinch,
Fright me with urchin shows, 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 are they set upon me:
Sometime like apes, that moe 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: sometime am I
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness.-Lo, now! lo!

Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me
For bringing wood in slowly: I'll fall flat;
Perchance, he will not mind me.

Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, Mats, on Prosper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,

Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of [Exeunt. Inde? Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning, to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, as proper [Exit. a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground, and it shall be said so again, while Stephano breathes at nostrils.

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral.
Well, here's my comfort.
The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,
The gunner, and his mate,

Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,
But none of us car'd for Kate;

For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, Go, hang:
She lov'd not the savour of tar, nor of pitch,

Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'er she did itch,
Then, to sea, boys, and let her go hang.

This is a scurvy tune too; but here's my comfort. [Drinks.

Cal. Do not torment me: O!

Cal. The spirit torments me: O!

Ste. This is some monster of the isle, with four legs, who hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief, if it be but for that: if I can recover him, and keep 1 Music. Pa-enter ARIEL, invisible: in f. e. this: inf. e. Collier's ed., 1844, reads, " verily "-most of the other editions, "verity" nor: in f. e • The name of a large vessel to contain drink, as well as of a piece of artillery. Not in f. e. dregs in fe.

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him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's-leather.

Cai. 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 wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have 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 for him: he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.

Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee.

Ste. Come on your ways: open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, cat. Open your mouth this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who 's your friend; open your chaps again. [CALIBAN drinks.1 Trin. I should know that voice. It should be-but he is drowned, and these are devils. O, defend me !— Ste. Four legs, and two voices! a most delicate monster. His forward voice, now, is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague. Come,-Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth.

Trin. Stephano!

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

Trin. Stephano!-if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me, for I am Trinculo:-be not afeard,thy good friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth. I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed! How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can he vent Trinculos?

Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. -But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano! two Neapolitans 'scaped?

Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about: my stomach is not constant.

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

Ste. How didst thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast a-shore.

Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy true subject, for the liquor is not earthly.


Ste. Here: swear, then, how thou escap'dst. Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck. I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

Ste. Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.

Trin. O Stephano! hast any more of this? Ste. The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, moon. calf! how does thine ague?

Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven? Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure 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 showed me thee, and thy dog, and thy bush. Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents. Swear.

Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster:-I afeard of him?-a very weak monster.—The man i' the moon!-a most poor credulous monster.— Well drawn, monster, in good sooth.

Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' the island; and I will kiss thy foot. I pr'ythee, be my god. Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster: when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. Cal. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy subject. Ste. Come on, then; down and swear.

[CALIBAN lies down. Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppyheaded monster. A most scurvy monster: I could find

in my heart to beat him,Ste. Come, kiss. Trin. But that the poor monster's in drink. An abominable monster!

Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;

I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.
A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
Thou wondrous man.

Trin. A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard!

Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts; Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet: I'll bring thee To clustering filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee Young scamels from the rock: Wilt thou go with me? Ste. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without any more talking.-Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here.-Here; bear my bottle.-Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again. Cal. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell.

[Sings drunkenly. Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster. Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish; Nor fetch in firing

At requiring,

Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish;
'Ban Ban, Ca-Caliban,

Has a new master-Get a new man.

Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom! hey. day, freedom!

Ste. O brave monster! lead the way.




Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log.

Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone; and. most poor matters
Would be as heavy to me, as odious; but

Fer. There be some sports are painful, and their Point to rich ends. This my mean task

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The mistress which I serve quickens what 's dead,
And makes my labours pleasures: O! she is
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed;
And he's composed of harshness. I must remove
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress
Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such baseness
Had never like executor. I forget:

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Most busy, blest1 when I do it.

Enter MIRANDA; and Prospero behind.' Mira. Alas! now, pray you, Work not so hard: I would, the lightning had Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile. Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns, Twill weep for having wearied you. My father Is hard at study; pray now rest yourself: He's safe for these three hours.


O, most dear mistress ! The sun will set, before I shall discharge

What I must strive to do.
I'll bear your logs the while.
I'll carry it to the pile.

If you'll sit down,

Pray, give me that:


No, precious creature: I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by.

Mira. It would become me As well as it does you; and I should do it | With much more ease, for my good will is to it,

And yours it is against.

Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected; This visitation shows it. [Aside. Mira. You look wearily. Fer. No, noble mistress; 't is fresh morning with me, When you are by at night. I do beseech you, Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers, What is your name?


Miranda. O my father!
I have broke your hest to say so.
[To herself
Admir'd Miranda!
Indeed, the top of admiration; worth
What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
Have I lik'd several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd,
And put it to the foil: but you, O you!
So perfect, and so peerless, are created
Of every creature's best.

I do not know
One of my sex; no woman's face remember,
Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
More that I may call men, than you, good friend,
And my dear father. How features are abroad,
I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty,
(The jewel in my dower) I would not wish
Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
I therein do forget.


I am, in my condition, A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king ;

(I would, not so!) and would no more endure

This wooden slavery, than to suffer

The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak
The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service; there resides,
To make me slave to it; and for your sake,
Am I this patient log-man.


Do you love mc? Fer. O heaven! O earth! bear witness to this sound And crown what I profess with kind event, If I speak true; if hollowly, invert What best is boded me to mischief! I, Beyond all limit of aught else i' the world, Do love, prize, honour you.


I am a fool,
To weep at what I am glad of.

[Aside. Wherefore weep you?

Fair encounter
Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between them!
Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
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.

My mistress, dearest,


My husband then? Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. Mira. And mine, with my heart in 't: and now farewell,

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Ste. Tell not me-when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and board 'em. Servant-monster, drink to me.

Trin. Servant-monster? the folly of this island! They say, there's but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if the other two be brained like us, the state totters.

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.

Ste. My man-monster hath drowned his tongue in sack for my part, the sea cannot drown me: I swam, ere 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 beest a good moon-calf.

Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe.

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I'll not serve him, he is not valiant.

Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in case to justle a constable. Why, thou debauched 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, again! 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 to the suit I made to thee?

Ste. Marry will I kneel and repeat it: I will stand, and so shall Trinculo. [CALIBAN kneels.

Enter ARIEL, invisible.

Cal. As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant; a sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.

Ari. Thou liest.
Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou;
I would, my valiant master would destroy thee:
I do not lie.

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in his tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth. Trin. Why, I said nothing. [ceed. Ste. Mum then, and no more.e.-[To CALIBAN.] ProCal. I say by sorcery he got this isle; From me he got it: if thy greatness will, Revenge it on him-for, I know, thou dar'st; But this thing dare not.

Ste. That's most certain.

Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Ste. How, now, shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party?

Cal. Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep, Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head.

Ari. Thou liest; thou canst not.

Cal. What a pied2 ninny's this! Thou scurvy patch!
I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows,
And take his bottle from him: when that 's gone,
He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not show him
Where the quick freshes are.

Ste. Trinculo, run into no farther danger: interrupt the monster one word farther, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fish of thee.

Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied?

Ari. Thou liest.


Ste. Do I so? take thou that. [Strikes him.] you like this, give me the lie another time.

Trin. I did not give the lie. Out o' your wits, and hearing too? A pox o' your bottle! this can sack, and drinking do. A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers!

Cal. Ha, ha, ha!

Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pr'ythee stand farther off.

Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time,

I'll beat him too.

Ste. Stand farther. Come, proceed.

Cal. Why, as I told thee. 'tis a custom with him

I' the afternoon to sleep: then thou may'st brain him,

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Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
Or cut his wezand 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,
As rootedly as I. Burn but his books;
He has brave utensils, (for so he calls them)
Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal:
And that most deeply to consider is
The beauty of his daughter; he himself
Calls her a nonpareil: I never saw a woman,
But only Sycorax my dam, and she;
But she as far surpasseth Sycorax,
As great'st does least.

Is it so brave a lass?
Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant
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?

Trin. Excellent.

Ste. Give me thy hand: I am sorry I beat thee; but,
while thou livest, keep a good tongue in thy head.
Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep;
Wilt thou destroy him then?

Ay, on mine honour.
Ari. This will I tell my master.

Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure.
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
Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. [Sings.
Flout 'em, and scout 'em; and scout 'em, and
flout 'em ;
Thought is free.

Cal. That's not the tune.

Ste. No, monster, not I.

Cal. Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,

Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing. I'll go Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt farther off.


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Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments

Will hum about mine ears; and sometim 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.

Ste. 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.

Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow.-I would, I could see this taborer: he lays it on.

Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano.


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