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

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.

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. [they converse apart.
Music. Re-enter Ariel, invisible.
Ari. My master through his art foresees the
danger

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!

Ant. Then let us both be sudden.
Gon. Now, good angels, preserve the king!
[they wake.
Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are
Wherefore this ghastly looking! [you drawn?

Gon. 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. Alon. I heard nothing.

Ant. 0, '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?

[ming.

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.

[aside.

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 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 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 ;

[drinks.

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'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!

I hope now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm over-blown? I hid me under the dead mooncalf's gaberdine, for fear of the storm: and art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scap'd!

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.

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!

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 kill'd with a thunder

since I was cast ashore.

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 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.

Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o'the And kiss thy foot: I pr'ythee, be my god. [island; 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 Ste. Come on then; down, and swear. [subject. Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed 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! [thee berries; Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck 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 wond'rous man.

Trin. A most ridiculous monster; to make a wonder of a poor drunkard. [grow

Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs 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 thec To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thire

SCENE I. BEFORE PROSPERO'S CELL.

Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.

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

their labour

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 lighting 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.

Fer. O most dear mistress,

The sun will set, before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.!!

Mira. If you'll sit down,

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

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
Therein forget..

Fer. 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 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.

[sound,

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 st

As well as it does you: and I should do it. S With much more ease; for my good will is to it, And yours against. De

Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected'; This visitation shows it. le dah anda.... Mira. You look wearilyour

[me Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with When you are by at night I do beseech you (Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,) ► What is your name?

Mira. Miranda :-O my father, how I have broke your hest to say so!

Fer. 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

What best is boded me, to mischief! I, Beyond all limit of what else i'the world, Do love, prize, honour your

Mira. I am a fool,

To weep at what I am glad of.

Pro, Fair encounter

५

Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace On that, which breeds between them

Fer. Wherefore weep you?

Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give; and much less take, ma 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 innocencelos
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 servant
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.