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I pray

you, sir,

Absolute Milan. Me, poor man !-my library I prize above my dukedom.
Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties Mira.

Would I might
He thinks me now incapable; confederates

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
The dukedom, yet anbow'd, (alas, poor Milan !) Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
To most ignoble stooping.

Than other princess can, that have more time
O the heavens !

For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
Pro. Mark his condition, and th' event; then tell me, Mira. Heavens thank you for’t! And now,
If this might be a brother.
I should sin

For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason
To think but nobly of my grandmother :

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,
This king of Naples, being an enemy

Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Brought to this shore; and by my prescience
Which was, that he in lieu o' the premises,

I find my zenith doth depend upon
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,- A most auspicious star, whose influence
Should presently extirpate me and mine

If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan,

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!
Me, and thy crying self.

Enter ARIEL.
Alack, for pity!

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
Alack! what trouble But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd

Some tricks of desperation. All, but mariners,
0! a cherubim

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 ?
How came we ashore ? Ari.

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,
Out of his charity, (who being then appointed But fresher than before : and, as thou bad'st me,
Master of this design) did give us ; with

In troops I have dispers’d them 'bout the isle.
Beh garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, The king's son have I landed by himself,
hich since have steaded much : so, of his gentleness, Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
Awwing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,

In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
my own library, with volumes that

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
Is the king's ship: in the deep nook, where once A human shape.
Thou call’dst me up at midnight to fetch dew


Yes; Caliban, her son.
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid : Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,
The mariners all under hatches stow'd ;

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.
Ariel, thy charge


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,
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, And do my spriting gently.
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis’d, Pro.

Do so, and after two days Which is not yet perform’d me.

I will discharge thee.
How now! moody? Ari.

That's my noble master! What is 't thou canst demand ?

What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Ari.

My liberty.

Pro. Go, make thyself a like nympho o' the sea : be Pro. Before the time be out? no more.

subject Ari.

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.
I do not, sir.


But, as 'tis,
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices
Was grown into a hoop ? hast thou forgot her? That profit us.—What ho! slave! Caliban!
Ari No, sir.

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 ?
Pro. O! was she so? I must,

Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph.
Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Which thou forget'st. This damn’d witch, Sycorax, Hark in thine ear.
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible


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.
Thou most lying slave,

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell :
Whom stripes may move, not kindness, I have us'd thee,

(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
Cal. O ho! O ho!-would it had been done! That the earth owes—I hear it now above me.
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else

(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
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't A thing divine, for nothing natural
Is. I know how to curse. The red plague rid you, I ever saw so noble.
For learning me your language !

'It goes on, I see,

(Aside. Pro.


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!
I must obey; his art is of such power, (Aside. If you be maid, or no ?
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,


No wonder, sir;
And make a vassal of him.

But, certainly a maid.
So, slave; hence ! (Exit CALIBAN. Fer.

My language! heavens !-Rises.'
Roenter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing ; FERDI- I am the best of them that speak this speech,
NAND following:

Were I but where 'tis spoken.
ARIEL's Song.


How ! the best?
Come unto these yellow sands,

What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee ?
Anul then take hands :

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,
The wild waves whist,

And that he does I weep; myself am Naples ;
Foot it featly here and there ;'

Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

The king, my father, wreck’d.
Hark, hark !


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.
Burden. Bow, wow.


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.

Sir, has

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.
To be inclin'd my way!

0! if a virgin,

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,


My affections
That thou attend me.
Thou dost here usurp

Are then most humble : I have no ambition
The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself To see a goodlier man.
Upon this island as a spy, to win it


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.
Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:


So they are : If the ill spirit have so fair a house,

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
Pro. Follow me.-

[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.-
I will resist such entertainment, till

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.
Make not too rash a trial of him, for

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

ACT 11.

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-
Is common: every day, some sailor's wife,

Seb. He will be talking.
The master of some merchant, and the merchant, Ant. Which, or he or Adrian, for a good wager,
Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle, first begins to crow?
mean our preservation, few in millions

Seb. The old cock.
Can speak like us: then, wisely, good sir, weigh Ant. The cockrel.
Nur sorrow with our comfort.

Seb. Done. The wager ? Alon.

Pr’ythee, peace

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.

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2 of them : in f.e.

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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,
Gm. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage ? Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
dion. You cram these words into mine ears. against Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,
The stomach of my sense.

Would I had never Of its own kind, all foisson, all abundance,
Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, To feed my innocent people.
My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,

Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects ?
Who is so far from Italy removod,

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.


Gon. Ay?


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