The Tempest

_Gon._ I’ the commonwealth I would by contrariesExecute all things; for no kind of trafficWould I admit; no name of magistrate;Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,And use of service, none; contract, succession, 145Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;No occupation; all men idle, all;And women too, but innocent and pure;No sovereignty;-- 150

_Seb._ Yet he would be king on’t.

_Ant._ The latter end of his commonwealth forgets thebeginning.

_Gon._ All things in common nature should produceWithout sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, 155Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance,To feed my innocent people.

_Seb._ No marrying ’mong his subjects?

_Ant._ None, man; all idle; whores and knaves. 160

_Gon._ I would with such perfection govern, sir,To excel the golden age.

_Seb._ ’Save his majesty!

_Ant._ Long live Gonzalo!

_Gon._ And,--do you mark me, sir?

_Alon._ Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.

_Gon._ I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister 165occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensibleand nimble lungs that they always use to laugh at nothing.

_Ant._ ’Twas you we laughed at.

_Gon._ Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing toyou: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still. 170

_Ant._ What a blow was there given!

_Seb._ An it had not fallen flat-long.

_Gon._ You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you wouldlift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in itfive weeks without changing. 175

_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 discretionso weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am veryheavy? 180

_Ant._ Go sleep, and hear us.[_All sleep except Alon., Seb., and Ant._

_Alon._ What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyesWould, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I findThey are inclined to do so.

_Seb._ Please you, sir,Do not omit the heavy offer of it: 185It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,It is a comforter.

_Ant._ We two, my lord,Will guard your person while you take your rest,And watch your safety.

_Alon._ Thank you.--Wondrous heavy.[_Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel._

_Seb._ What a strange drowsiness possesses them! 190

_Ant._ It is the quality o’ the climate.

_Seb._ WhyDoth it not then our eyelids sink? I find notMyself disposed to sleep.

_Ant._ Nor I; my spirits are nimble.They fell together all, as by consent;They dropp’d, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, 195Worthy Sebastian?--O, what might?--No more:--And yet methinks I see it in thy face,What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee; andMy strong imagination sees a crownDropping upon thy head.

_Seb._ What, art thou waking? 200

_Ant._ Do you not hear me speak?

_Seb._ I do; and surelyIt is a sleepy language, and thou speak’stOut of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say?This is a strange repose, to be asleepWith eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, 205And yet so fast asleep.

_Ant._ Noble Sebastian,Thou let’st thy fortune sleep--die, rather; wink’stWhiles thou art waking.

_Seb._ Thou dost snore distinctly;There’s meaning in thy snores.

_Ant._ I am more serious than my custom: you 210Must be so too, if heed me; which to doTrebles thee o’er.

_Seb._ Well, I am standing water.

_Ant._ I’ll teach you how to flow.

_Seb._ Do so: to ebbHereditary sloth instructs me.

_Ant._ O,If you but knew how you the purpose cherish 215Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,Most often do so near the bottom runBy their own fear or sloth.

_Seb._ Prithee, say on:The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim 220A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,Which throes thee much to yield.

_Ant._ Thus, sir:Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,Who shall be of as little memoryWhen he is earth’d, hath here almost persuaded,-- 225For he’s a spirit of persuasion, onlyProfesses to persuade,--the king his son’s alive,’Tis as impossible that he’s undrown’dAs he that sleeps here swims.

_Seb._ I have no hopeThat he’s undrown’d.

_Ant._ O, out of that ‘no hope’ 230What great hope have you! no hope that way isAnother way so high a hope that evenAmbition cannot pierce a wink beyond,But doubt discovery there. Will you grant with meThat Ferdinand is drown’d?

_Seb._ He’s gone.

_Ant._ Then, tell me, 235Who’s the next heir of Naples?

_Seb._ Claribel.

_Ant._ She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwellsTen leagues beyond man’s life; she that from NaplesCan have no note, unless the sun were post,--The man i’ the moon’s too slow,--till new-born chins 240Be rough and razorable; she that from whomWe all were sea-swallow’d, though some cast again,And by that destiny, to perform an actWhereof what’s past is prologue; what to come,In yours and my discharge.

_Seb._ What stuff is this! How say you? 245’Tis true, my brother’s daughter’s queen of Tunis;So is she heir of Naples; ’twixt which regionsThere is some space.

_Ant._ A space whose every cubitSeems to cry out, “How shall that ClaribelMeasure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis, 250And let Sebastian wake.” Say, this were deathThat now hath seized them; why, they were no worseThan now they are. There be that can rule NaplesAs well as he that sleeps; lords that can prateAs amply and unnecessarily 255As this Gonzalo; I myself could makeA chough of as deep chat. O, that you boreThe mind that I do! what a sleep were thisFor your advancement! Do you understand me?

_Seb._ Methinks I do.

_Ant._ And how does your content 260Tender your own good fortune?

_Seb._ I rememberYou did supplant your brother Prospero.

_Ant._ True:And look how well my garments sit upon me;Much feater than before: my brother’s servantsWere then my fellows; now they are my men. 265

_Seb._ But for your conscience.

_Ant._ Ay, sir; where lies that? if ’twere a kibe,’Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel notThis deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,That stand ’twixt me and Milan, candied be they, 270And 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, 275To the perpetual wink for aye might putThis ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, whoShould 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 280We 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 strokeShall free thee from the tribute which thou payest;And I the king shall love thee.

_Ant._ Draw together; 285And when I rear my hand, do you the like,To fall it on Gonzalo.

_Seb._ O, but one word. [_They talk apart._

_Re-enter ARIEL invisible._

_Ari._ My master through his art foresees the dangerThat you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth,--For else his project dies,--to keep them living. 290[_Sings in Gonzalo’s ear._

While you here do snoring lie,Open-eyed conspiracyHis time doth take.If of life you keep a care,Shake off slumber, and beware: 295Awake, awake!

_Ant._ Then let us both be sudden.

_Gon._ Now, good angelsPreserve the king! [_They wake._

_Alon._ Why, how now? ho, awake!--Why are you drawn?Wherefore this ghastly looking?

_Gon._ What’s the matter? 300

_Seb._ Whiles we stood here securing your repose,Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowingLike bulls, or rather lions: did’t not wake you?It struck mine ear most terribly.

_Alon._ I heard nothing.

_Ant._ O, ’twas a din to fright a monster’s ear, 305To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roarOf a whole herd of lions.

_Alon._ Heard you this, Gonzalo?

_Gon._ Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming,And that a strange one too, which did awake me:I shaked you, sir, and cried: as mine eyes open’d, 310I saw their weapons drawn:--there was a noise,That’s verily. ’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 further searchFor my poor son.

_Gon._ Heavens keep him from these beasts! 315For he is, sure, i’ th’ island.

_Alon._ Lead away.

_Ari._ Prospero my lord shall know what I have done:So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. [_Exeunt._

Notes: II, 1.

3: _hint_] _stint_ Warburton.5: _masters_] _master_ Johnson. _mistress_ Steevens conj._master’s_ Edd. conj.6: _of woe_] om. Steevens conj.11-99: Marked as interpolated by Pope.11: _visitor_] _’viser_ Warburton._him_] om. Rowe.15: _one_] F1. _on_ F2 F3 F4.16: _entertain’d ... Comes_] Capell. _entertain’d, That’s offer’dcomes_] Ff. Printed as prose by Pope.27: _of he_] Ff. _of them, he_ Pope. _or he_ Collier MS.See note (VII).35: Seb. _Ha, ha, ha!--So you’re paid_] Theobald. Seb. _Ha, ha, ha!_Ant. _So you’r paid_ Ff. Ant. _So you’ve paid_ Capell.81, 82: Seb. _His ... too_] Edd. Ant. _His ... harp._Seb. _He ... too_ Ff.88: _Ay._] I. Ff. _Ay?_ Pope.96: _sir, my doublet_] F1. _my doublet, sir_ F2 F3 F4.113: _stroke_] F1 F2 F3. _strokes_ F4.124: _Weigh’d_] _Sway’d_ S. Verges conj._at_] _as_ Collier MS.]125: _o’ the_] _the_ Pope._should_] _she’d_ Malone.129: _The fault’s your own_] _the fault’s your own_ (at the endof 128) Capell. _the fault’s Your own_ Malone.137: _plantation_] _the plantation_ Rowe. _the planting_ Hanmer.139: _on’t_] _of it_ Hanmer.144: _riches, poverty_] _wealth, poverty_ Pope. _poverty, riches_Capell.145: _contract, succession_] _succession, Contract_ Malone conj._succession, None_ id. conj.146: _none_] _olives, none_ Hanmer.157: _its_] F3 F4. _it_ F1 F2. See note (VIII).162: _’Save_] F1 F2 F3. _Save_ F4. _God save_ Edd. conj.175: Enter ... invisible ... music.] Malone. Enter Ariel, playingsolemn music. Ff. om. Pope. [Solemn music. Capell.181: [All sleep ... Ant.] Stage direction to the same effect,first inserted by Capell.182-189: Text as in Pope. In Ff. the lines begin _Would ... I find... Do not ... It seldom ... We two ... While ... Thank._189: [Exit Ariel] Malone.192: _find not_ Pope. _find Not_ Ff.211: _so too, if heed_] _so too, if you heed_ Rowe._so, if you heed_ Pope.212: _Trebles thee o’er_] _Troubles thee o’er_ Pope._Troubles thee not_ Hanmer.222: _throes_] Pope. _throwes_ F1 F2 F3. _throws_ F4._Thus, sir_] _Why then thus Sir_ Hanmer.226: _he’s_] _he’as_ Hanmer. _he_ Johnson conj.227: _Professes to persuade_] om. Steevens.234: _doubt_] _drops_ Hanmer. _doubts_ Capell.241: _she that from whom_] Ff. _she from whom_ Rowe._she for whom_ Pope. _she from whom coming_ Singer._she that--from whom?_ Spedding conj. See note (IX).242: _all_] om. Pope.243: _And ... to perform_] _May ... perform_ Pope. _And by thatdestin’d to perform_ Musgrave conj. _(And that by destiny)to perform_ Staunton conj.244: _is_] F1. _in_ F2 F3 F4.245: _In_] _Is_ Pope.250: _to_] F1. _by_ F2 F3 F4._Keep_] _Sleep_ Johnson conj.251: See note (X).267: _’twere_] _it were_ Singer.267-271: Pope ends the lines with _that? ... slipper ... bosom ...Milan ... molest ... brother._267: See note (XI).269: _twenty_] _Ten_ Pope.270: _stand_] _stood_ Hanmer._candied_] _Discandy’d_ Upton conj.271: _And melt_] _Would melt_ Johnson conj. _Or melt_ id. conj.273, 274: _like, that’s dead; Whom I, with_] _like, whom I With_Steevens (Farmer conj.).275: _whiles_] om. Pope.277: _morsel_] _Moral_ Warburton.280, 281: _business ... hour._] _hour ... business._ Farmer conj.282: _precedent_] Pope. _president_ Ff._O_] om. Pope.[They talk apart] Capell.Re-enter Ariel invisible.] Capell. Enter Ariel with music andsong. Ff.289: _you, his friend,_] _these, his friends_ Steevens(Johnson conj.).289, 290: _friend ... project dies ... them_] _friend ... projectsdies ... you_ Hanmer. _friend ... projects die ... them_Malone conj. _friend ... project dies ... thee_ Dyce.298: [They wake.] Rowe.300: _this_] _thus_ Collier MS.307: _Gonzalo_] om. Pope.312: _verily_] _verity_ Pope._upon our guard_] _on guard_ Pope.

SCENE II. _Another part of the island._

_Enter CALIBAN with a burden of wood. A noise of thunder heard._

_Cal._ All the infections that the sun sucks upFrom bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make himBy inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,And yet I needs must curse. But they’ll nor pinch,Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i’ the mire, 5Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the darkOut of my way, unless he bid ’em: butFor every trifle are they set upon me;Sometime like apes, that mow and chatter at me,And after bite me; then like hedgehogs, which 10Lie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mountTheir pricks at my footfall; sometime am IAll wound with adders, who with cloven tonguesDo hiss me into madness.

_Enter TRINCULO._

Lo, now, lo!Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me 15For bringing wood in slowly. I’ll fall flat;Perchance he will not mind me.

_Trin._ Here’s neither bush nor shrub, to bear off anyweather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i’the wind: yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks 20like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor. If it shouldthunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head:yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. Whathave we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: hesmells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind 25of not of the newest Poor-John. A strange fish! Were Iin England now, as once I was, and had but this fishpainted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece ofsilver: there would this monster make a man; any strangebeast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to 30relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a deadIndian. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warmo’ my troth! I do now let loose my opinion; hold it nolonger: this is no fish, but an islander, that hath latelysuffered by a thunderbolt. [_Thunder._] Alas, the storm is come 35again! my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; thereis no other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man withstrange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of thestorm be past.

_Enter STEPHANO, singing: a bottle in his hand._

_Ste._ I shall no more to sea, to sea, 40Here shall I die a-shore,--

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man’s funeral: well,here’s my comfort. [_Drinks._

[_Sings._ The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,The gunner, and his mate, 45Loved Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,But none of us cared for Kate;For she had a tongue with a tang,Would cry to a sailor, Go hang!She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch; 50Yet 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 55you put tricks upon ’s with savages and men of Ind, ha? Ihave not scaped drowning, to be afeard now of your fourlegs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever wenton four legs cannot make him give ground; and it shall besaid so again, while Stephano breathes at’s nostrils. 60

_Cal._ The spirit torments me:--O!

_Ste._ This is some monster of the isle with four legs, whohath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil should helearn our language? I will give him some relief, if it bebut for that. If I can recover him, and keep him tame, and 65get to Naples with him, he’s a present for any emperor thatever trod on neat’s-leather.

_Cal._ Do not torment me, prithee; I’ll bring my woodhome faster.

_Ste._ He’s in his fit now, and does not talk after the 70wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have never drunkwine afore, it will go near to remove his fit. If I can recoverhim, and keep him tame, I will not take too much forhim; he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.

_Cal._ Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I 75know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee.

_Ste._ Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is thatwhich will give language to you, cat: open your mouth; thiswill shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly:you cannot tell who’s your friend: open your chaps again. 80

_Trin._ I should know that voice: it should be--but heis 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. 85If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will helphis ague. Come:--Amen! I will pour some in thy othermouth.

_Trin._ Stephano!

_Ste._ Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! 90This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I haveno long spoon.

_Trin._ Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me,and speak to me; for I am Trinculo,--be not afeard,--thygood friend Trinculo. 95

_Ste._ If thou beest Trinculo, come forth: I’ll pull theeby the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo’s legs, these are they.Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How earnest thou to bethe siege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculos?

_Trin._ I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. 100But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope, now, thouart not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid meunder the dead moon-calf’s gaberdine for fear of the storm.And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitansscaped! 105

_Ste._ Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is notconstant.

_Cal._ [_aside_] These be fine things, an if they be not sprites.That’s a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:I will kneel to him. 110

_Ste._ How didst thou ’scape? How camest thou hither?swear, by this bottle, how thou camest hither. I escapedupon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved o’erboard, bythis bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree with mineown hands, since I was cast ashore. 115

_Cal._ I’ll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy true subject;for the liquor is not earthly.

_Ste._ Here; swear, then, how thou escapedst.

_Trin._ Swum ashore, man, like a duck: I can swimlike a duck, I’ll be sworn. 120

_Ste._ Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swimlike 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 bythe sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf! 125how does thine ague?

_Cal._ Hast thou not dropp’d from heaven?

_Ste._ Out o’ the moon, I do assure thee: I was the mani’ the moon when time was.

_Cal._ I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee: 130My mistress show’d me thee, and thy dog, and thy bush.

_Ste._ Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnishit 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 135man i’ the moon! A most poor credulous monster! Welldrawn, monster, in good sooth!

_Cal._ I’ll show thee every fertile inch o’ th’ island;And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.

_Trin._ By this light, a most perfidious and drunken 140monster! when’s 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.

_Trin._ I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headedmonster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in 145my heart to beat him,--

_Ste._ Come, kiss.

_Trin._ But that the poor monster’s in drink: an abominablemonster!

_Cal._ I’ll show thee the best springs; I’ll pluck thee berries; 150I’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 155of a poor drunkard!

_Cal._ I prithee, 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 howTo snare the nimble marmoset; I’ll bring thee 160To clustering filberts, and sometimes I’ll get theeYoung scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?

_Ste._ I prithee now, lead the way, without any moretalking. Trinculo, the king and all our company else beingdrowned, we will inherit here: here; bear my bottle: fellow 165Trinculo, we’ll fill him by and by again.

_Cal. sings drunkenly._] Farewell, master; farewell, farewell!

_Trin._ A howling monster; a drunken monster!

_Cal._ No more dams I’ll make for fish;Nor fetch in firing 170At requiring;Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish:’Ban, ’Ban, CacalibanHas a new master:--get a new man.

Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey-day, 175freedom!

_Ste._ O brave monster! Lead the way. [_Exeunt._

Notes: II, 2.

4: _nor_] F1 F2. _not_ F3 F4.15: _and_] _now_ Pope. _sent_ Edd. conj. (so Dryden).21: _foul_] _full_ Upton conj.35: [Thunder] Capell.38: _dregs_] _drench_ Collier MS.40: SCENE III. Pope.[a bottle in his hand] Capell.]46: _and Marian_] _Mirian_ Pope.56: _savages_] _salvages_ Ff.60: _at’s nostrils_] Edd. _at ’nostrils_ F1. _at nostrils_ F2 F3 F4._at his nostrils_ Pope.78: _you, cat_] _you Cat_ Ff. _a cat_ Hanmer. _your cat_ Edd. conj.84: _well_] F1 om. F2 F3 F4.115, 116: Steevens prints as verse, _I’ll ... thy True ... earthly._118: _swear, then, how thou escapedst_] _swear then: how escapedstthou?_ Pope.119: _Swum_] _Swom_ Ff.131: _and thy dog, and thy bush_] _thy dog and bush_ Steevens.133: _new_] F1. _the new_ F2 F3 F4.135: _weak_] F1. _shallow_ F2 F3 F4.138: _island_] F1. _isle_ F2 F3 F4.150-154, 157-162, printed as verse by Pope (after Dryden).162: _scamels_] _shamois_ Theobald. _seamalls, stannels_ id. conj.163: Ste.] F1. Cal. F2 F3 F4.165: Before _here; bear my bottle_ Capell inserts [To Cal.].See note (XII).172: _trencher_] Pope (after Dryden). _trenchering_ Ff.175: _hey-day_] Rowe. _high-day_ Ff.

ACT III.

SCENE I. _Before PROSPERO’S cell._

_Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log._

_Fer._ There be some sports are painful, and their labourDelight in them sets off: some kinds of basenessAre nobly undergone, and most poor mattersPoint to rich ends. This my mean taskWould be as heavy to me as odious, but 5The mistress which I serve quickens what’s dead,And makes my labours pleasures: O, she isTen times more gentle than her father’s crabbed.And he’s composed of harshness. I must removeSome thousands of these logs, and pile them up, 10Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistressWeeps when she sees me work, and says, such basenessHad never like executor. I forget:But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours,Most busy lest, when I do it.

_Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance, unseen._

_Mir._ Alas, now, pray you, 15Work not so hard: I would the lightning hadBurnt 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 fatherIs hard at study; pray, now, rest yourself; 20He’s safe for these three hours.

_Fer._ O most dear mistress,The sun will set before I shall dischargeWhat I must strive to do.

_Mir._ If you’ll sit down,I’ll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that;I’ll carry it to the pile.

_Fer._ No, precious creature; 25I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,Than you should such dishonour undergo,While I sit lazy by.

_Mir._ It would become meAs well as it does you: and I should do itWith much more ease; for my good will is to it, 30And yours it is against.

_Pros._ Poor worm, thou art infected!This visitation shows it.

_Mir._ You look wearily.

_Fer._ No, noble mistress; ’tis fresh morning with meWhen you are by at night. I do beseech you,--Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers,-- 35What is your name?

_Mir._ Miranda. --O my father,I have broke your hest to say so!

_Fer._ Admired Miranda!Indeed the top of admiration! worthWhat’s dearest to the world! Full many a ladyI have eyed with best regard, and many a time 40The harmony of their tongues hath into bondageBrought my too diligent ear: for several virtuesHave I liked several women; never anyWith so full soul, but some defect in herDid quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, 45And put it to the foil: but you, O you,So perfect and so peerless, are createdOf every creature’s best!

_Mir._ I do not knowOne of my sex; no woman’s face remember,Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen 50More that I may call men than you, good friend,And my dear father: how features are abroad,I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,The jewel in my dower, I would not wishAny companion in the world but you; 55Nor can imagination form a shape,Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattleSomething too wildly, and my father’s preceptsI therein do forget.

_Fer._ I am, in my condition,A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king; 60I would, not so!--and would no more endureThis wooden slavery than to sufferThe flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak:The very instant that I saw you, didMy heart fly to your service; there resides, 65To make me slave to it; and for your sakeAm I this patient log-man.

_Mir._ Do you love me?

_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 70What best is boded me to mischief! I,Beyond all limit of what else i’ the world,Do love, prize, honour you.

_Mir._ I am a foolTo weep at what I am glad of.

_Pros._ Fair encounterOf two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace 75On that which breeds between ’em!

_Fer._ Wherefore weep you?

_Mir._ At mine unworthiness, that dare not offerWhat I desire to give; and much less takeWhat I shall die to want. But this is trifling;And all the more it seeks to hide itself, 80The 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 fellowYou may deny me; but I’ll be your servant, 85Whether you will or no.

_Fer._ My mistress, dearest;And I thus humble ever.

_Mir._ My husband, then?

_Fer._ Ay, with a heart as willingAs bondage e’er of freedom: here’s my hand.

_Mir._ And mine, with my heart in’t: and now farewell 90Till half an hour hence.

_Fer._ A thousand thousand!

[_Exeunt Fer. and Mir. severally._

_Pros._ So glad of this as they I cannot be,Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicingAt nothing can be more. I’ll to my book;For yet, ere supper-time, must I perform 95Much business appertaining. [_Exit._

Notes: III, 1.

1: _and_] _but_ Pope.2: _sets_] Rowe. _set_ Ff.4, 5: _my ... odious_] _my mean task would be As heavy to me as’tis odious_ Pope.9: _remove_] _move_ Pope.14: _labours_] _labour_ Hanmer.15: _Most busy lest_] F1. _Most busy least_ F2 F3 F4. _Least busy_Pope. _Most busie-less_ Theobald._ Most busiest_ Holt White conj._Most busy felt_ Staunton. _Most busy still_ Staunton conj._Most busy-blest_ Collier MS. _Most busiliest_ Bullock conj._Most busy lest, when I do_ (_doe_ F1 F2 F3) _it_] _Most busy whenleast I do it_ Brae conj. _Most busiest when idlest_ Speddingconj. _Most busy left when idlest_ Edd. conj. See note (XIII).at a distance, unseen] Rowe.17: _you are_] F1. _thou art_ F2 F3 F4.31: _it is_] _is it_ Steevens conj. (ed. 1, 2, and 3). om. Steevens(ed. 4) (Farmer conj.).34, 35: _I do beseech you,--Chiefly_] _I do beseech you Chiefly_ Ff.59: _I therein do_] _I do_ Pope. _Therein_ Steevens.62: _wooden_] _wodden_ F1._than to_] _than I would_ Pope.72: _what else_] _aught else_ Malone conj. (withdrawn).80: _seeks_] _seekd_ F3 F4.88: _as_] F1. _so_ F2 F3 F4.91: _severally_] Capell.93: _withal_] Theobald. _with all_ Ff.

SCENE II. _Another part of the island._

_Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO._

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

_Trin._ Servant-monster! the folly of this island! Theysay there’s but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if 5th’ other two be brained like us, the state totters.

_Ste._ Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyesare almost set in thy head.

_Trin._ Where should they be set else? he were a bravemonster indeed, if they were set in his tail. 10

_Ste._ My man-monster hath drowned his tongue in sack:for my part, the sea cannot drown me; I swam, ere I couldrecover the shore, five-and-thirty leagues off and on. Bythis light, thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or mystandard. 15

_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, andyet say nothing neither.

_Ste._ Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a 20good moon-calf.

_Cal._ How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe.I’ll not serve him, he is not valiant.

_Trin._ Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in caseto justle a constable. Why, thou debauched fish, thou, was 25there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much sack asI to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half afish 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 30such a natural!

_Cal._ Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I prithee.

_Ste._ Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head: if youprove a mutineer,--the next tree! The poor monster’s mysubject, and he shall not suffer indignity. 35

_Cal._ I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased tohearken once again to the suit I made to thee?

_Ste._ Marry, will I: kneel and repeat it; I will stand,and so shall Trinculo.

_Enter ARIEL, invisible._

_Cal._ As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a 40sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.

_Ari._ Thou liest.

_Cal._ 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’s tale, by 45this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.

_Trin._ Why, I said nothing.

_Ste._ Mum, then, and no more. Proceed.

_Cal._ I say, by sorcery he got this isle;From me he got it. If thy greatness will 50Revenge it on him,--for I know thou darest,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 55bring me to the party?

_Cal._ Yea, yea, my lord: I’ll yield him thee asleep,Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head.

_Ari._ Thou liest; thou canst not.

_Cal._ What a pied ninny’s this! Thou scurvy patch! 60I 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 himWhere the quick freshes are.

_Ste._ Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the 65monster one word further, and, by this hand, I’ll turn mymercy out o’ doors, and make a stock-fish of thee.

_Trin._ Why, what did I? I did nothing. I’ll go fartheroff.

_Ste._ Didst thou not say he lied? 70

_Ari._ Thou liest.

_Ste._ Do I so? take thou that. [_Beats him._] As youlike this, give me the lie another time.

_Trin._ I did not give the lie. Out o’ your wits, andhearing too? A pox o’ your bottle! this can sack and 75drinking do. A murrain on your monster, and the deviltake your fingers!

_Cal._ Ha, ha, ha!

_Ste._ Now, forward with your tale. --Prithee, stand fartheroff. 80

_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 himI’ th’ afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain him,Having first seized his books; or with a log 85Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,Or cut his wezand with thy knife. RememberFirst to possess his books; for without themHe’s but a sot, as I am, nor hath notOne spirit to command: they all do hate him 90As 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 isThe beauty of his daughter; he himself 95Calls her a nonpareil: I never saw a woman,But only Sycorax my dam and she;But she as far surpasseth SycoraxAs great’st does least.

_Ste._ Is it so brave a lass?

_Cal._ Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant, 100And bring thee forth brave brood.

_Ste._ Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and Iwill be king and queen,--save our Graces!--and Trinculoand thyself shall be viceroys. Dost thou like the plot,Trinculo? 105

_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?

_Ste._ Ay, on mine honour. 110

_Ari._ This will I tell my master.

_Cal._ Thou makest me merry; I am full of pleasure:Let us be jocund: will you troll the catchYou taught me but while-ere?

_Ste._ At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any 115reason. --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.

[_Ariel plays the tune on a tabor and pipe._

_Ste._ What is this same? 120

_Trin._ This is the tune of our catch, played by the pictureof Nobody.

_Ste._ If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy likeness:if thou beest a devil, take’t as thou list.

_Trin._ O, forgive me my sins! 125

_Ste._ He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee. Mercyupon us!

_Cal._ Art thou afeard?

_Ste._ No, monster, not I.

_Cal._ Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, 130Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not.Sometimes a thousand twangling instrumentsWill hum about mine ears; and sometime voices,That, if I then had waked after long sleep,Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming, 135The clouds methought would open, and show richesReady to drop upon me; that, when I waked,I cried to dream again.

_Ste._ This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where Ishall have my music for nothing. 140

_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, andafter do our work.

_Ste._ Lead, monster; we’ll follow. I would I could see 145this taborer; he lays it on.

_Trin._ Wilt come? I’ll follow, Stephano. [_Exeunt._

Notes: III, 2.

SCENE II. Another...] Theobald. The other... Pope.Enter ...] Enter S. and T. reeling, Caliban following with a bottle.Capell. Enter C. S. and T. with a bottle. Johnson.]8: _head_] F1. _heart_ F2 F3 F4.13, 14: _on. By this light, thou_] _on, by this light thou_ Ff._on, by this light. --Thou_ Capell.25: _debauched_] _debosh’d_ Ff.37: _to the suit I made to thee_] _the suit I made thee_ Steevens,who prints all Caliban’s speeches as verse.60: Johnson conjectured that this line was spoken by Stephano.68: _farther_] F1 _no further_ F2 F3 F4.72: [Beats him.] Rowe.84: _there_] _then_ Collier MS.89: _nor_] _and_ Pope.93: _deck_] _deck’t_ Hanmer.96: _I never saw a woman_] _I ne’er saw woman_ Pope.99: _great’st does least_] _greatest does the least_ Rowe.115, 116:] Printed as verse in Ff.115: _any_] F1. _and_ F2 F3 F4.117: _scout ’em, and scout ’em_] Pope. _cout ’em and skowt ’em_ Ff.125: _sins_] _sin_ F4.132: _twangling_] _twanging_ Pope.133: _sometime_] F1. _sometimes_ F2 F3 F4.137: _that_] om. Pope.147: Trin. _Will come? I’ll follow, Stephano_] Trin. _Wilt come?_Ste. _I’ll follow._ Capell. Ste. _... Wilt come?_Trin. _I’ll follow, Stephano._ Ritson conj.

SCENE III. _Another part of the island._

_Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO,and others._

_Gon._ By’r lakin, I can go no further, sir;My old bones ache: here’s a maze trod, indeed,Through forth-rights and meanders! By your patience,I needs must rest me.

_Alon._ Old lord, I cannot blame thee,Who am myself attach’d with weariness, 5To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest.Even here I will put off my hope, and keep itNo longer for my flatterer: he is drown’dWhom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocksOur frustrate search on land. Well, let him go. 10

_Ant._ [_Aside to Seb._] I am right glad that he’s so out of hope.Do not, for one repulse, forego the purposeThat you resolved to effect.

_Seb._ [_Aside to Ant._] The next advantageWill we take throughly.

_Ant._ [_Aside to Seb._] Let it be to-night;For, now they are oppress’d with travel, they 15Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilanceAs when they are fresh.

_Seb._ [_Aside to Ant._] I say, to-night: no more.

[_Solemn and strange music._

_Alon._ What harmony is this?--My good friends, hark!

_Gon._ Marvellous sweet music!

_Enter PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter several strange Shapes,bringing in a banquet: they dance about it with gentle actions ofsalutation; and, inviting the King, &c. to eat, they depart._

_Alon._ Give us kind keepers, heavens!--What were these? 20

_Seb._ A living drollery. Now I will believeThat there are unicorns; that in ArabiaThere is one tree, the phœnix’ throne; one phœnixAt this hour reigning there.

_Ant._ I’ll believe both;And what does else want credit, come to me, 25And I’ll be sworn ’tis true: travellers ne’er did lie,Though fools at home condemn ’em.

_Gon._ If in NaplesI should report this now, would they believe me?If I should say, I saw such islanders,--For, certes, these are people of the island,-- 30Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note,Their manners are more gentle-kind than ofOur human generation you shall findMany, nay, almost any.

_Pros._ [_Aside_] Honest lord,Thou hast said well; for some of you there present 35Are worse than devils.

_Alon._ I cannot too much museSuch shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing--Although they want the use of tongue--a kindOf excellent dumb discourse.

_Pros._ [_Aside_] Praise in departing.

_Fran._ They vanish’d strangely.

_Seb._ No matter, since 40They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.--Will’t please you taste of what is here?

_Alon._ Not I.

_Gon._ Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys,Who would believe that there were mountaineersDew-lapp’d like bulls, whose throats had hanging at ’em 45Wallets of flesh? or that there were such menWhose heads stood in their breasts? which now we findEach putter-out of five for one will bring usGood warrant of.

_Alon._ I will stand to, and feed,Although my last: no matter, since I feel 50The best is past. Brother, my lord the duke,Stand to, and do as we.

_Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL, like a harpy; claps hiswings upon the table; and, with a quaint device, the banquetvanishes._

_Ari._ You are three men of sin, whom Destiny,--That hath to instrument this lower worldAnd what is in’t,--the never-surfeited sea 55Hath caused to belch up you; and on this island,Where man doth not inhabit,--you ’mongst menBeing most unfit to live. I have made you mad;And even with such-like valour men hang and drownTheir proper selves. [_Alon., Seb. &c. draw their swords._You fools! I and my fellows 60Are ministers of Fate: the elements,Of whom your swords are temper’d, may as wellWound the loud winds, or with bemock’d-at stabsKill the still-closing waters, as diminishOne dowle that’s in my plume: my fellow-ministers 65Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,Your swords are now too massy for your strengths,And will not be uplifted. But remember,--For that’s my business to you,--that you threeFrom Milan did supplant good Prospero; 70Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it,Him and his innocent child: for which foul deedThe powers, delaying, not forgetting, haveIncensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso, 75They have bereft; and do pronounce by me:Lingering perdition--worse than any deathCan be at once--shall step by step attendYou and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from,--Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls 80Upon your heads,--is nothing but heart-sorrowAnd a clear life ensuing.

_He vanishes in thunder; then, to soft music, enter the Shapesagain, and dance, with mocks and mows, and carrying out thetable._

_Pros._ Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thouPerform’d, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated 85In what thou hadst to say: so, with good lifeAnd observation strange, my meaner ministersTheir several kinds have done. My high charms work,And these mine enemies are all knit upIn their distractions: they now are in my power; 90And in these fits I leave them, while I visitYoung Ferdinand,--whom they suppose is drown’d,--And his and mine loved darling. [_Exit above._

_Gon._ I’ the name of something holy, sir, why stand youIn this strange stare?

_Alon._ O, it is monstrous, monstrous! 95Methought the billows spoke, and told me of it;The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder,That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronouncedThe name of Prosper: it did bass my trespass.Therefore my son i’ th’ ooze is bedded; and 100I’ll seek him deeper than e’er plummet sounded,And with him there lie mudded. [_Exit._

_Seb._ But one fiend at a time,I’ll fight their legions o’er.

_Ant._ I’ll be thy second.

[_Exeunt Seb. and Ant._

_Gon._ All three of them are desperate: their great guilt,Like poison given to work a great time after, 105Now ’gins to bite the spirits. I do beseech you,That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly,And hinder them from what this ecstasyMay now provoke them to.

_Adr._ Follow, I pray you. [_Exeunt._

Notes: III, 3.