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Ant. A laughter.
Seb. A match.

Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there.
Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
Ant. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.

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Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the

first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.

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Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.
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Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's mar.
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears,
against

Ant. He could not miss it.

Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and The stomach of my sense: 'would I had never
delicate temperance.
Married my daughter there! for coming thence,
My son is lost! and, in my rate, she too,mes
Who is so far from Italy remov'd,

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.
Seb. Ay, and subtle; as he most learnedly
delivered.

Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.
Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen.
Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. I saw him beat the surges under him,
Ant. True; save means to live.
Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir
Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Hath made his meal on thee! NICK
Fran. Sir, he may live;

Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how
Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. [green!
Seb. With an eye of green in't.

Ant. He misses not much.

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Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,———
Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

Ant. So, you've pay'd.

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,—
Seb. Yet,

Adr. Yet

Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is, indeed,
almost beyond credit)- It count when t
Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, than stained with salt water leer wild an

Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say, He lies?

Seb, Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis.

Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.

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Gon. Ay? Ant. Why, in good time. Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis, at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen.

And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted
The surge most swoln that met him: his bold head
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke
To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bowd,
As stooping to relieve him. I not doubt,
He came alive to land.

Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with such a paragon to their queen. iny stal

Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.

Alon. So is the dearest of the loss.

Gon. My lord Sebastian,

Ant. Widow? a pox o'that! How came that widow in? Widow Dido!..

The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,
Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? And time to speak it in: you rub the sore,
good lord, how you take it!
When you should bring the plaster.

Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me
study of that she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
Adr. Carthage?

Gon. I assure you, Carthage. off
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Ant. His word is more than the miraculous
Seb. He hath rais'd, the wall, and houses too.
Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy
next?
Seb, I think, he will carry this island home in
his pocket, and give it his son for an apple.

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Alon. No, no, he's gone.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great That would not bless our Europe with your daughter,

But rather lose her to an African;
Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye,
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
Alon. Pr'ythee, peace.

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Seb. Very well,

Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, When you are cloudy.

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Gen. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,-
Ant. He'd sow it with nettle-seed.
Seb. Or docks, or mallows.
Gon. And were the king of it, What would I
Seb. Scape being drunk, for want of wine.
Gon. I'the commonwealth I would by con-
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Execute all things: for no kind of traffic
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters should not be known; no use of service,
Of riches or of poverty; no contracts,
Successions; bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none :

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No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil??
No occupation; all men idle, all;
And women too; but innocent pure :
No sovereignty:-

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Seb. And yet he would be king oņ't. Ant. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.

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Gon. All things in common nature should pro-
Without sweat or endeavour; treason, felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,
Of its own kind, all foizon, all abundance,
To feed my innocent people.

Seb. No marrying 'mong his subjects ? poll
Ant. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves.
Gon. I would with such perfection govern, sir,
To excel the golden age.

Seb. 'Save his majesty !D

Ant. Long live Gonzalo!

Gon. And, do you mark me, sir?
Alon. Pr'ythee, no more: thou dost talk no-
thing to me.

Gon. I do well believe your highness; and. did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs, that they always use to laugh at nothing.

Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.

Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing to you; so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.

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They are inclin'd to do so.
Seb. Please you, sir,
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,

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Ant. We two, my lord,
Will guard your person, while you take your rest,
And watch your safety.
Alon. Thank you: wond'rous heavy.
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Seb. What a strange drowsiness possesses them!
Ant. It is the quality o'the climate.
Seb. Why,

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Ant. Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
They fell together all, as by consent;
They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What
Worthy Sebastian?-O, what might? No more:--
And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face,
What thou should'st be; the occasion speaks thee;

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My strong imagination sees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.

Seb. What, art thou waking?
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Out of thy sleep: what is it thou didst say?
This is a strange repose, to be asleep

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With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
And yet so fast asleep.

Ant. Noble Sebastian,

Ant. What a blow was there given! Seb. An it had not fallen flat-long. Gon. You are gentlemen of brave mettle: you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.

Enter Ariel, invisible, playing solemn music. Seb. We would so, and then go a bat-fowling, Ant. Nay, good my lord,, be not angry.. Gon. No, I warrant you: I will not adventure my discretion so weakly, Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy?

Ant. Go sleep, and hear us.

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Would, with themselvesleep! I wish mine eyes Another way so high an hope, that even,

Seb. Well; I am standing water."
Ant. I'll teach you how to flow.
Seb. Do so: to ebb,
Hereditary sloth instructs me!

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Ant. Then, tell me, yo
Who's the next heir of Naples?
Seb. Claribel.

If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
You more invest it: Ebbing men, indeed,
Most often do so near the bottom run,
By their own fear, or sloth
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Ant. She that is queer of Tunis; she that dwells
Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from
Can have no note, unless the sun were post, [Naples
(The man i'the moon's too slow,) till new-born chins
Be rough and razorable: she, from whom
We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cust again;
And, by that, destin'd to perform an act,
Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come,
In yours and my discharge.
Seb. What stuff is this? How say you?
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Seems to cry out, How shall that Claribet

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Measure us back to Naples?—Keep in Tunis, And let Sebastian wake!-Say, this were death That now hath seiz'd them; why, they were no

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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.

Ant. And how does your content

Tender your own good fortune?

Seb. I remember,

You did supplant your brother Prospero. Ant. True:

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 kibe, '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, 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; 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

Seb. Thy case, dear friend,

Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,
I'll 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.

Ant. Draw together:

And when I rear my hand, do you the like,

To fall it on Gonzalo.

Seb. O, but one word.

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That these, his friends, are in; and sends me forth,
(For else his project dies,) to keep them living.
"Sings in Gonzalo's ear) While you here do snoring lie,
Open-ey'd Conspiracy
His time doth take:
If of life you keep a care,
Shake off slumber, and beware:
Awake! awake!

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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.

Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo ?

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Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a hum 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: 'best stand upon our guard; Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons Alon Lead off this ground; and let's make furFor my poor son. [ther search Gon. Heavens keep him from these beasts! For he is, sure, i'the island.

Alon. Lead away.

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Ari. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done :

So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [exeunt.

SCENE II. ANOTHER PART OF THE ISLAND.

Enter Caliban, with a burden of wood; thunder. Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, [him And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i'the mire, Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark, Out of my way, unless he bid them; but For every trifle are they set upon me: Sometimes 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 footfall; sometime am I Ail wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues, Do hiss me into madness:-Lo! now! lo! Enter Trinculo.

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.

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' hung one, looks like a foul bumbard 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? a man or a fish? Dead or alive? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England now (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday-fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this mouster 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 thunderbolt. [thunder] Alas! the storm is come again; my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter here about: misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past.

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

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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'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!

Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Inde? Ha! I have not 'scap'd drowning, to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper 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.

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

Cal. 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 Anon, I know it by thy trembling; [wilt 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.

Trin. I should know that voice: it should be -But he is drowned; and these are devils: O! defend me!

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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 dropp'd from heaven? Ste. Out o'the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was. [thee; Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore My mistress showed me thee, thy dog, and 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.

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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.

ACT

Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be
As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but

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 compos'd 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
Had ne'er like executor. I forget: [baseness
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my
Most busy-less, when I do it.
[labours;

Enter Miranda; and Prospero, at a distance.
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.

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Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.

their labour

Fer. There be some sports are painful; but 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.

Mira. I do not know

Trin. A howling monster: a drunken monster.

Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish:
Nor fetch in firing

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Fer. No, precious creature:

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I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by.

Mira. It would become meine om

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

Has a new master-Get a new man. ་

[drunkenly. Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom: freedom, hey-day, freedom!

Ste. O brave monster! lead the way. [exeunt.

III.

Have I lik'd several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her

Mira. You look wearily

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Mira. Miranda :-O my father,

I have broke your hest to say so!!
Fer. Admir'd Miranda!

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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

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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; 201
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of: but I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father's precepts
Therein forget..

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Fer. I am, in my condition,

Mira. If you'll sit down,

I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that; If I speak true; if hollowly, invert
I'll carry it to the piles

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A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king jou
(I would, not so!) and would no more endure.
This wooden slavery, than I would suffer
The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my sou!
The very instant that I saw you, did [speak;,—
My heart fly to your service; there resi les,
To make me slave to it; and, for your sake
Am I this patient log-man,

Mira. Do you love me?

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As well as it does you: and I should do it.
With much more ease; for my good will is to it, On that, which breeds between them
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Mira. I am a fool,

To weep at what I am glad of

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Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace

Fer. Wherefore weep you?. 7 41077 1.0 Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give; and much less take,å What I shall die to want: but this is trifling: And all the more it seeks to hide itself The bigger bulk it shews. Hence, bashfulcunning And prompt me, plain and holy innocence l I am your wife, if you will marry me; If not, I'll die your maid; to be your follow You may deny me; but I'll be your servants de Whether you will or no.

Fer. My mistress, dearest,

And I thus humble ever.

Mira. My husband then? Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom; here's my hand.

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