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Absolute Milan. Me, poor man !-my library I prize above my dukedom.
Would I might
But ever see that man! So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, Pro. Now I arise :- [Puts on his robe again. To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. | Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
Here in this island we arriv'd; and here
Than other princess can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason
For raising this sea-storm ? Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Know thas far forth. Pro.
Now the condition. By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
I find my zenith doth depend upon
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions. With all the honours, on my brother : whereon, Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, A treacherous army levied, one midnight,
And give it way :- I know thou canst not choose.Fated to the practise,' did Antonio open
(MIRANDA sleeps. The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, Come away, servant, come! I am ready now. The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Approach, my Ariel i come!
Ari. All hail, great master; grave sir, hail. I come I. not rememb’ring how I cried out then,
To answer thy best pleasure; be 't to fly, Will cry it o'er again : it is a hint,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride That wrings mine eyes to 't.
On the curl'd clouds : to thy strong bidding task Pro.
Hear a little farther, Ariel, and all his quality. And then I'll bring thee to the present business
Hast thou, spirit, Which now's upon 's; without the which this story Perform’d to point the tempest that I bade thee? Were most impertinent.
Ari. To every article. Mira.
Wherefore did they not I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, That hour destroy us?
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, Pro.
Well demanded, wench : I flam’d amazement: sometimes, I'd divide, My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not, And burn in many places; on the topmast, So dear the love my people bore me, nor set
The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, A mark so bloody on the business ; but
Then meet, and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursorg With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
O’ the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
And sight-outrunning were not : the fire, and cracks Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepar'd Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune A rotten carcass of a boat,» not rigg’d,
Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Sor tackle. sail, nor mast; the very rats
Yea, his dread trident shake. Instinctively hads quit it: there they hoist us,
My brave spirit! To cry to the sea that roard to us ; to sigh
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Would not infect his reason? Did us but loving wrong.
Not a soul
Some tricks of desperation. All, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Thoa wast, that did preserve me.
Thou didst smile, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair) Then I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt, Was the first man that leap'd; cried, “ Hell is empty C'Hier my burden groan’d; which rais'd in me And all the devils are here." An undergoing stomach, to bear up
my spirit! Azanist what should ensue.
But was not this nigh shore ?
Close by, my master. Pro. By Providence divine.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
Not a hair perish’d; A mble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
In troops I have dispers’d them 'bout the isle.
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot. purpose : in f. e. ' butt : in f e. 3 have : in f. e. * This direction is not in f. e. o princess : in f. e.
Tas I then to you!
Of the king's ship And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans The inariners, say, how thou hast dispos’d,
As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island And all the rest o the fleet ?
(Save for a' son that she did litter here, Ari.
Safely in harbour A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with
Yes; Caliban, her son.
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
I Whom, with a charm joined to their suffer'd labour, What torment I did find thee in: thy groans I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Which I dispers'd, they all have met again,
Of ever-angry bears. It was a torment And all' upon the Mediterranean float,
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Bound sadly home for Naples,
Could not again undo: It was mine art, Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck’d, When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape And his great person perish.
The pine, and let thee out.
I thank thee, master. Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work.
Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, What is the time o' the day?
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Ari.
Past the mid season. Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Pro. At least two glasses. The time'twixt six and now Ari.
Pardon, master : Must by us both be spent most preciously.
I will be correspondent to command,
Do so, and after two days Which is not yet perform’d me.
I will discharge thee.
That's my noble master! What is 't thou canst demand ?
What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Ari.
Pro. Go, make thyself a like nympho o' the sea : be Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
I prithee To no sight but thine and mine ; invisible Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
To every eyeball, else. Go, take this shape, Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, serv'd And hither come in't; go; hence, with diligence. Without or grudge, or grumblings. Thou didst promise
[Erit ARIEL To bate me a full year.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Pro. Dost thou forget
Awake! From what a torment I did free thee?
Mira. The strangeness of your story put (Waking." Ari.
Heaviness in me. Pro. Thou dost; and think's: it much, to tread the ooze Pro.
Shake it off. Come on: Of the salt deep,
We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
Yields us kind answer. To do me business in the veins o' th' earth,
'Tis a villain, sir, When it is bak'd with frost.
I do not love to look on.
But, as 'tis,
Thou earth, thou! speak.
Thou hast. Where was she born ? Cal. [Within] There's wood enough within. speak; tell me.
Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for thee. Ari. Sir, in Argier.
Come, thou tortoise ! when ?
Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph.
My lord, it shall be done. (Exit. To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did, Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! They would not take her life. Is not this true ?
Enter CALIBAN. Ari. Ay, sir.
Cal. As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd Pro. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, child,
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And here was left by the sailors: thou, my slave And blister you all o'er! As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant : Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd By help of her more potent ministers,
As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging And in her most unmitigable rage,
Than bees that made 'em. Into a cloven pinc; within which rift
I must eat my dinner. Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, A dozen years; within which space she died,
Which thou tak’st from me. When thou cam'st here first, laro: in f. e. 2 flote : in f. e. the : in f. e. + like &: in 1. e. 5 Not in f. e. & honey-comb: in f. e.
Thou strok’dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st Weeping again the king my father's wreck, give me
This music crept by me upon the waters, Water with berries in 't; and teach me how
Allaying both their fury, and my passion, To name the bigger light, and how the less,
With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, Or it hath drawn me rather:—but 'tis gone.And showd thee all the qualities o' th' isle,
No, it begins again. The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile.
ARIEL sings. Cursed be I that did so -All the charms
Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of Sycorar, toads, beetles, bats, light on you;
Of his bones are coral made ; For I am all the subjects that you have,
Those are pearls that were his eyes : Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me,
Nothing of him that doth fade, In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
But doth suffer a sea-change | The rest oth’ island.
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell :
(Burden : ding-dong. Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee
Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father.The honour of my child.
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
(Music above. | This isle with Calibans.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance Pro. Abhorred slave,
And say, what thou seest yond'. Which any print of goodness will not take,
What is't? a spirit? Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour It carries a brave form :-but 'tis a spirit. One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Pro. No, wench : it eats, and sleeps, and hath such Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
As we have; such. This gallant, which thou seest, With words that made them known: but thy vile race, Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call him Could not abide to be with: therefore wast thou A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows, [beservedly confin d into this rock,
And strays about to find 'em. Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.
I might call him
hence! As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Fetch us in fuel ; and be quick, thou’rt best,
Within two days for this. To answer other business. Shrug’st thou, malice ? Fer.
Most sure, the goddess (Seeing her.' If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly
On whom these airs attend !-Vouchsafe, my prayer What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps ; May know if you remain upon this island, (Kneels. Fill all thy bones with aches ; make thee roar, And that you will some good instruction give, That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
How I may bear me here : my prime request,
No, pray thee ! - Which I do last pronounce, is, Õ you wonder!
No wonder, sir;
But, certainly a maid.
My language! heavens !-Rises.'
Were I but where 'tis spoken.
How ! the best?
What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee ?
Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders Court' sied when you have, and kiss'd
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.
Alack, for mercy! Burden. Bow, wow.
(Dispersedly. Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan, The watch dogs bark :
And his brave son, being twain.
The duke of Milan, Hark, hark! I hear
And his more braver daughter, could control thee, The strain of strutking chanticlere
If now 'twere fit to do't.-[Aside.) At the first sight Cry, cock-a-doodle-doo.
[earth ? — They have chang`d eyes :-delicate Ariel, For. Where should this music be? i' th' air, or th' I'll set thee free for this !—(To him.) A word, good sir, Il scands no more ;—and sure, it waits upon
I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Sarne god o th island. Sitting on a bank,
Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This
le have "him." . The old copies read : “ Foot it feally here and there, and sweet sprites bear the burden." The MS. annotator be fol of 1632, anticipated later critics in altering the passage as it stands in the text. 3 Owrs. 4 Not in f. e. Not in f.e Jet xe Not in f.e.
Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first
Beseech you, fath That e'er I sigh'd for. Pity move my father
Pro. Hence! hang not on my garments.
I'll be his surety. and your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
Silence! one word more The queen of Naples.
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. V Pro.
Soft, sir: one word more.- An advocate for an impostor? hush ! (Aside.] They are both in either's powers : but this Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as swift business
Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wenc. I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
To the most of men this is a Caliban, Make the prize light.- [To him.] One word more: I And they to him are angels. charge thee,
Are then most humble : I have no ambition
Come on; obey: [To F: From me, the lord on't.
Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
No, as I am a man. And have no vigour in them.
So they are : If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
[To FERD. The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats, Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come. To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, I'll manacle thy neck and feet together;
Might I but through my prison once a day Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be
Behold this maid : all corners else o' th' earth The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks Let liberty make use of; space enough Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
Have I in such a prison.
It works.—Come on.-
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel ! Follow me.Mine enemy has more power,
[To FERD, and MIR. (He draws, and is charmed from moving. Hark, what thou else shalt do me. (To ARIEL. Mira.
0, dear father!
Be of comfort.
My father's of a better nature, sir, He's gentle, and not fearful.
Than he appears by speech : this is unwonted, Pro.
What! I say:
Which now came from him. My foot my tutor ?—Put thy sword up, traitor;
Thou shalt be as free Who mak’st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy conscience As mountain winds: but then, exactly do Is so possess'd with guilt: Come from thy ward, All points of my command. For I can here disarm thee with this stick,
To the syllable. And make thy weapon drop.
Pro. Come, follow.-Speak not for him. (Exeunt
SCENE I.-Another part of the Island.
Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO,
should. ADRIAN, FRANCISCO and Others.
Gon. Therefore, my lord, Gon. Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue ! (So have we all) of joy, for our escape
Alon. I pr’ythee, spare. Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe
Gon. Well, I have done. But yet-
Seb. He will be talking.
Seb. The old cock.
Seb. Done. The wager ? Alon.
Ant. A laughter. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Seb. A match. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.
Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,Seb. Look; he's winding up the watch of his wit: Seb. Ha, ha, ha! by and by it will strike.
Ant. So, you're paid. Gon. Sir,
Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, Seb. One :-tell.
Seb. Yet, Gon. When every grief is entertain’d, that's offer’d, Adr. YetComes to the entertainer
Ant. He could not miss it. Seb. A dollar.
Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have spoken temperance. truer than you purposed.
Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.
i masters : in f. e.
2 of them : in f.e.
Knight's edition reads, “of them."
Sb. Ay, and a subtle, as he most learnedly delivered. Fran.
Sir, he may live. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. I saw him beat the surges under him, Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.
And ride upon their backs: he trod the water, Ant. Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen.
Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted Gon. Here is every thing advantagoous to life. The surge most swoln that met him: his bold hcad Ant. True; save means to live.
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Seb. Of that there's none, or little.
Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Gon. How lush' and lusty tne grass looks! how green! To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.
As stooping to relieve him. I not doubt, Sb. With an eye of green in 't.
He came alive to land. Ant. He misses not much.
No, no; he's gone. Sb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss
Gm. But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, be yond credit
But rather lose her to an African; Sb. As many vouch'd rarities are.
Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their fresh- Alon.
Pr’ythee, peace. Dess, and glosses; being rather new dyed, than stain'd Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd otherwise with salt water.
By all of us; and the fair soul herself Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it Weigh'd between lothness and obedience, aso put say, he lies?
Which end o' the beam shoulde bow. We have lost Sb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.
your son, Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of More widows in them, of this business' making, the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis. Than we bring men to comfort them: the fault's
Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well Your own. in our return.
Alon. So is the dearest of the loss. Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a Gon.
My lord Sebastian, parayon to their queen.
The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness, Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.
And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, Ant. Widow ? a pox o' that! How came that widow When you should bring the plaster. in ? Widow Dido!
Very well. Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? good Ant. And most chirurgeonly. lord, how you take it!
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, Adr. Widow Dido, said you ! you make me study of When you are cloudy. that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
Foul weather ? Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
Very foul. Adr. Carthage ?
Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, — Gm. I assure you, Carthage.
Ant. He'd sow 't with neddle-seed. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Seb.
Or docks, or mallows, Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.
Gon. And were the king on't, what would I do? Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy next? Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine.
Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his Gon. I the commonwealth I would by contraries pocket, and give it his son for an apple.
Execute all things, for no kind of traffic Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring Would I admit;s no name of magistrate; forth more islands.
Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,
And use of service, none; contract, succession, Ant. Why, in good time.
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; Gm. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil: now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the mar- No occupation, all men idle, all; riage of your daughter, who is now queen.
And women, too, but innocent and pure. Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there.
No sovereignty :Sb. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
Seb. Yet he would be king on't. Ant. 0! widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.
Ant. The latter end of this commonwealth forgets Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day the beginning. I wore it? I mean, in a sort.
Gon. All things in common nature should produco, Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.
Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,
Would I had never Of its own kind, all foisson, all abundance,
Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects ?
Ant. None, man; all idle; whores, and knaves. I ne'er again shall see her. Othou, mine heir
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir, Of Naples and of Milan! what strange fish
To excel the golden age. Hath made his meal on thee?
'Save his majesty! "Juicy. Slight shade of color. sat: in fe. + She'd : in f.e. It is a nation, would I answer Plato, that hath no kinde of traffike, 2 knowledge of Letters, no intelligence of numbers, no name of magistrate, nor of politike superioritie; no use of service, of riches, et of povertie ; no contracts, no successions, no dividences, no occupation but idle ; no respect of kinred, but common, no apparel bat Batersil, no mouring of lands, no nse of wine. corne, or mettle. The very that import lying, falshood, treason, dissimuuations covetBENCK, forie, detraction, and pardon, wore never heard of amongst them --Montaigne, Fiorio's translation, 1603.