Lo, now, lo!Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment meFor 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 huge one, looks like a foul bombard 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 Englandnow, 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. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm o' my trot! 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 hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.EnterStephano,singing: a bottle in his hand.Steph.I shall no more to sea, to sea,Here shall I die ashore—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 mateLoved 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: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: Oh!Steph.What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon's with savages and men of Ind, ha? I have not 'scaped 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: Oh!Steph.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 ourlanguage? 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, prithee; I'll bring my wood home faster.Steph.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 wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee.Steph.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 yourfriend: open your chaps again.Trin.I should know that voice: it should be—but he is drowned; and these are devils: O defend me!Steph.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!Steph.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.Steph.If thou beest Trinculo, come forth: I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou artvery Trinculo indeed! How camest thou here?Trin.I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped.Steph.Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.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.Steph.How didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither? swear bythis bottle how thou camest hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack which the sailors heaved o'erboard, by this bottle which I made of the bark of a tree with mine own hands since I was cast ashore.Cal.I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not earthly.Steph.Here; swear then how thou escapedst.Trin.Swum ashore, man, like a duck: I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.Steph.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?Steph.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?Steph.Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i' the moon when time was.Cal.I have seen thee in her and I do adore thee: My mistress show'd me thee and thy dog and thy bush.Steph.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 poorcredulous monster! Well drawn, 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 monster! when's god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.Cal.I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject.Steph.Come on then; down, and swear.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,—Steph.Come, kiss.Trin.But that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster!Cal.I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;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 wondrous man.Trin.A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of 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 theeTo clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get theeYoung scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?Steph.I prithee 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.[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 firingAt 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, freedom!Steph.O brave monster! Lead the way.[Exeunt.ACT IIIAct IIISCENE IBeforeProspero'scell.EnterFerdinand,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, butThe mistress which I serve quickens what's deadAnd 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,Upon 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.EnterMiranda;andProsperoat a distance unseen.Mir.Alas, now, pray you,Work 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;He'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.Ariel: 'You are three men of sin' (page 99).Fer.No, precious creature;I 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,And 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—What 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 timeThe 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 owedAnd 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 seenMore 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,Nor 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 conditionA prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;I 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,To 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 soundAnd crown what I profess with kind eventIf I speak true! if hollowly, invertWhat best is boded me to mischief! IBeyond all limit of what else i' the worldDo 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 graceOn 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,The 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,Whether 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 farewellTill half an hour hence.Fer.A thousand thousand![ExeuntFerdinandandMirandaseverally.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 performMuch business appertaining.[Exit.SCENE IIAnother part of the island.EnterCaliban,Stephano,andTrinculo.Steph.Tell not me; when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and board 'em. Servant-monster, drink to me.Trin.Servant-monster! the folly of this island! They say there's but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if th' other two be brained like us, the state totters.Steph.Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyes are almost set in thy head.Trin.Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.Steph.My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in sack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me; I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five and thirty leagues off and on. By this light, thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard.Trin.Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard.Steph.We'll not run, Monsieur Monster.Trin.Nor go neither; but you'll lie like dogs and yet say nothing neither.Steph.Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good 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 case to justle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish, thou, was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish 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 such a natural!Cal.Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I prithee.Steph.Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head: if you prove a mutineer,—the next tree! The poor monster's my subject and he shall not suffer indignity.Cal.I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?Steph.Marry, will I: kneel and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.EnterAriel,invisible.Cal.As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer, 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.Steph.Trinculo, if you trouble him anymore in's tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.Trin.Why, I said nothing.Steph.Mum, then, and no more. Proceed.Cal.I say, by sorcery he got this isle;From me he got it. If thy greatness willRevenge it on him,—for I know thou darest,But this thing dare not,—Steph.That's most certain.Cal.Thou shalt be lord of it and I'll serve thee.Steph.How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring 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!I do beseech thy greatness, give him blowsAnd take his bottle from him: when that's goneHe shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not show himWhere the quick freshes are.Steph.Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out o' doors, and make a stock-fish of thee.Trin.Why, what did I? I did nothing. I'll go farther off.Steph.Didst thou not say he lied?Ari.Thou liest.Steph.Do I so? take thou that. [BeatsTrinculo.] As you like this, give me the lie another time.Trin.I did not give the lie. Out o' your wits and hearing too? A plague o' your bottle! this can sack and drinking do. A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers.Cal.Ha, ha, ha!Steph.Now, forward with your tale. Prithee, stand farther off.Cal.Beat him enough: after a little timeI'll beat him too.Steph.Stand farther. Come, proceed.Cal.Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him,I' th' afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain him,Having first seized his books, or with a logBatter 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 himAs 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 himselfCalls 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.Steph.Is it so brave a lass?Cal.Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant,And bring thee forth brave brood.Steph.Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be king and queen,—save our graces!—and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys. Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo?Trin.Excellent.Steph.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?Steph.Ay, on mine honour.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?Steph.At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.[Sings] Flout 'em and scout 'emAnd scout 'em and flout 'em;Thought is free.Cal.That's not the tune.[Arielplays the tune on a tabor and pipe.Steph.What is this same?Trin.This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of Nobody.Steph.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!Steph.He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee. Mercy upon us!Cal.Art thou afeard?Steph.No, monster, not I.Cal.Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,Sounds 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,The clouds methought would open and show richesReady to drop upon me, that, when I waked,I cried to dream again.Steph.This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.Cal.When Prospero is destroyed.Steph.That shall be by and by: I remember the story.Trin.The sound is going away; let's follow it, and after do our work.Steph.Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would I could see this taborer; he lays it on.Trin.Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano.[Exeunt.Iris:'I met her deityCutting the clouds towards Paphos' (page 110).SCENE IIIAnother part of the island.EnterAlonso,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 indeedThrough 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,To 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.Ant.[aside toSeb.] 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 toAnt.]The next advantageWill we take throughly.Ant.[aside toSeb.]Let it be to-night:For, now they are oppress'd with travel, theyWill not, nor cannot, use such vigilanceAs when they are fresh.Seb.[aside toAnt.]I say, to-night: no more.[Solemn and strange music.Alon.What harmony is this? My good friends, hark!Gon.Marvellous sweet music!EnterProsperoabove, invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet; they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and, inviting the King, etc. to eat, they depart.Alon.Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these!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,And 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—Who, 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 presentAre 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, sinceThey 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 'emWallets 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 feelThe best is past. Brother, my lord the duke,Stand to and do as we.Thunder and lightning.EnterAriel,like a harpy; claps his wings upon the table; and, with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes.Ari.You are three men of sin, whom Destiny,That hath to instrument this lower worldAnd what is in't, the never-surfeited seaHath caused to belch up you; and on this islandWhere 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.[Alonso,Sebastian,etc.draw their swords.You fools! I and my fellowsAre 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-ministersAre like invulnerable. If you could hurt,Your swords are now too massy for your strengthsAnd will not be uplifted. But remember—For that's my business to you—that you threeFrom Milan did supplant good Prospero;Exposed 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,They have bereft; and do pronounce by meLingering 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 fallsUpon your heads—is nothing but heart-sorrowAnd a clear life ensuing.He vanishes in thunder; then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance, with mocks and mows, and carrying out the table.Pros.Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thouPerform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:Of my instruction hast thou nothing batedIn what thou hadst to say: so, with good lifeAnd observation strange, my meaner ministersTheir several kinds have done. My high charms workAnd these mine enemies are all knit upIn their distractions; they now are in my power;And in these fits I leave them, while I visitYoung Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown'd,And his and mine loved darling.[Exit above.
Lo, now, lo!Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment meFor bringing wood in slowly. I'll fall flat;Perchance he will not mind me.
Lo, now, lo!Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment meFor bringing wood in slowly. I'll fall flat;Perchance he will not mind me.
Lo, now, lo!
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 huge one, looks like a foul bombard 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 Englandnow, 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. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm o' my trot! 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 hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.
EnterStephano,singing: a bottle in his hand.
Steph.I shall no more to sea, to sea,Here shall I die ashore—This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: well, here's my comfort.
Steph.I shall no more to sea, to sea,Here shall I die ashore—This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: well, here's my comfort.
Steph.I shall no more to sea, to sea,
Here shall I die ashore—
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 mateLoved 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:Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!
The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,The gunner and his mateLoved 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:Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!
The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,The gunner and his mateLoved 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:Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!
The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,
The gunner and his mate
Loved 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:
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: Oh!
Steph.What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon's with savages and men of Ind, ha? I have not 'scaped 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: Oh!
Steph.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 ourlanguage? 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, prithee; I'll bring my wood home faster.
Steph.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 wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee.
Steph.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 yourfriend: open your chaps again.
Trin.I should know that voice: it should be—but he is drowned; and these are devils: O defend me!
Steph.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!
Steph.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.
Steph.If thou beest Trinculo, come forth: I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou artvery Trinculo indeed! How camest thou here?
Trin.I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped.
Steph.Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.
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.
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.
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.
Steph.How didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither? swear bythis bottle how thou camest hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack which the sailors heaved o'erboard, by this bottle which I made of the bark of a tree with mine own hands since I was cast ashore.
Cal.I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not earthly.
Steph.Here; swear then how thou escapedst.
Trin.Swum ashore, man, like a duck: I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.
Steph.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?
Steph.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?
Steph.Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i' the moon when time was.
Cal.I have seen thee in her and I do adore thee: My mistress show'd me thee and thy dog and thy bush.
Steph.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 poorcredulous monster! Well drawn, 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.
Cal.I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island;And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.
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 monster! when's god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.
Cal.I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject.
Steph.Come on then; down, and swear.
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,—
Steph.Come, kiss.
Trin.But that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster!
Cal.I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;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 wondrous man.
Cal.I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;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 wondrous man.
Cal.I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;
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 wondrous man.
Trin.A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of 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 theeTo clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get theeYoung scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?
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 theeTo clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get theeYoung scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?
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 how
To snare the nimble marmoset; I'll bring thee
To clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get thee
Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?
Steph.I prithee 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.[sings drunkenly]Farewell, master; farewell, farewell!
Cal.[sings drunkenly]Farewell, master; farewell, farewell!
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 firingAt 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, freedom!
Cal.No more dams I'll make for fish;Nor fetch in firingAt 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, freedom!
Cal.No more dams I'll make for fish;
Nor fetch in firing
At requiring;
Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish:
'Ban, 'Ban, Cacaliban
Has a new master: get a new man.
Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey-day, freedom!
Steph.O brave monster! Lead the way.
[Exeunt.
Act III
BeforeProspero'scell.
EnterFerdinand,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, butThe mistress which I serve quickens what's deadAnd 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,Upon 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.
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, butThe mistress which I serve quickens what's deadAnd 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,Upon 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.
Fer.There be some sports are painful, and 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 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 composed 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 baseness
Had never like executor. I forget:
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours,
Most busy lest, when I do it.
EnterMiranda;andProsperoat a distance unseen.
Mir.Alas, now, pray you,Work 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;He'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.
Mir.Alas, now, pray you,Work 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;He's safe for these three hours.
Mir.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.
Fer.O most dear mistress,The sun will set before I shall dischargeWhat I must strive to do.
Fer.O most dear mistress,
The sun will set before I shall discharge
What 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.
Mir.If you'll sit down,
I'll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that;
I'll carry it to the pile.
Ariel: 'You are three men of sin' (page 99).
Ariel: 'You are three men of sin' (page 99).
Fer.No, precious creature;I 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,And 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—What 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 timeThe 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 owedAnd 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 seenMore 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,Nor 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 conditionA prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;I 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,To 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 soundAnd crown what I profess with kind eventIf I speak true! if hollowly, invertWhat best is boded me to mischief! IBeyond all limit of what else i' the worldDo 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 graceOn 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,The 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,Whether 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 farewellTill half an hour hence.Fer.A thousand thousand!
Fer.No, precious creature;I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,Than you should such dishonour undergo,While I sit lazy by.
Fer.No, precious creature;
I 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,And yours it is against.
Mir.It would become me
As well as it does you: and I should do it
With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
And yours it is against.
Pros.Poor worm, thou art infected!This visitation shows it.
Pros.Poor worm, thou art infected!
This visitation shows it.
Mir.You look wearily.
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—What is your name?
Fer.No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me
When you are by at night. I do beseech you—
Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers—
What is your name?
Mir.Miranda.—O my father,I have broke your hest to say so!
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 timeThe 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 owedAnd put it to the foil: but you, O you,So perfect and so peerless, are createdOf every creature's best!
Fer.Admired Miranda!
Indeed the top of admiration! worth
What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady
I have eyed with best regard, and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
Have I liked several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed
And put it to the foil: but you, O you,
So perfect and so peerless, are created
Of 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 seenMore 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,Nor can imagination form a shape,Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattleSomething too wildly and my father's preceptsI therein do forget.
Mir.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 skilless 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
I therein do forget.
Fer.I am in my conditionA prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;I 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,To make me slave to it; and for your sakeAm I this patient log-man.
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 to suffer
The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak:
The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service; there resides,
To make me slave to it; and for your sake
Am I this patient log-man.
Mir.Do you love me?
Mir.Do you love me?
Fer.O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this soundAnd crown what I profess with kind eventIf I speak true! if hollowly, invertWhat best is boded me to mischief! IBeyond all limit of what else i' the worldDo love, prize, honour you.
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
What 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.
Mir.I am a fool
To weep at what I am glad of.
Pros.Fair encounterOf two most rare affections! Heavens rain graceOn that which breeds between 'em!
Pros.Fair encounter
Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between 'em!
Fer.Wherefore weep you?
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,The 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,Whether you will or no.
Mir.At mine unworthiness that dare not offer
What I desire to give, and much less take
What I shall die to want. But this is trifling;
And all the more it seeks to hide itself,
The 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 fellow
You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,
Whether you will or no.
Fer.My mistress, dearest;And I thus humble ever.
Fer.My mistress, dearest;
And I thus humble ever.
Mir.My husband, then?
Mir.My husband, then?
Fer.Ay, with a heart as willingAs bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.
Fer.Ay, with a heart as willing
As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand.
Mir.And mine, with my heart in't: and now farewellTill half an hour hence.
Mir.And mine, with my heart in't: and now farewell
Till half an hour hence.
Fer.A thousand thousand!
Fer.A thousand thousand!
[ExeuntFerdinandandMirandaseverally.
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 performMuch business appertaining.
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 performMuch business appertaining.
Pros.So glad of this as they I cannot be,
Who are surprised withal; but my rejoicing
At nothing can be more. I'll to my book,
For yet ere supper-time must I perform
Much business appertaining.
[Exit.
Another part of the island.
EnterCaliban,Stephano,andTrinculo.
Steph.Tell not me; when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and board 'em. Servant-monster, drink to me.
Trin.Servant-monster! the folly of this island! They say there's but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if th' other two be brained like us, the state totters.
Steph.Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyes are almost set in thy head.
Trin.Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.
Steph.My man-monster hath drown'd his tongue in sack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me; I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five and thirty leagues off and on. By this light, thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard.
Trin.Your lieutenant, if you list; he's no standard.
Steph.We'll not run, Monsieur Monster.
Trin.Nor go neither; but you'll lie like dogs and yet say nothing neither.
Steph.Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.
Cal.How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe.I'll not serve him; he is not valiant.
Cal.How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe.I'll not serve him; he is not valiant.
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 case to justle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish, thou, was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish 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 such a natural!
Cal.Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I prithee.
Steph.Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head: if you prove a mutineer,—the next tree! The poor monster's my subject and he shall not suffer indignity.
Cal.I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?
Steph.Marry, will I: kneel and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.
EnterAriel,invisible.
Cal.As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer, 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.
Cal.Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou:I would my valiant master would destroy thee!I do not lie.
Cal.Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou:
I would my valiant master would destroy thee!
I do not lie.
Steph.Trinculo, if you trouble him anymore in's tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.
Trin.Why, I said nothing.
Steph.Mum, then, and no more. Proceed.
Cal.I say, by sorcery he got this isle;From me he got it. If thy greatness willRevenge it on him,—for I know thou darest,But this thing dare not,—
Cal.I say, by sorcery he got this isle;From me he got it. If thy greatness willRevenge it on him,—for I know thou darest,But this thing dare not,—
Cal.I say, by sorcery he got this isle;
From me he got it. If thy greatness will
Revenge it on him,—for I know thou darest,
But this thing dare not,—
Steph.That's most certain.
Cal.Thou shalt be lord of it and I'll serve thee.
Steph.How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party?
Cal.Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep,Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head.
Cal.Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep,Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head.
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!I do beseech thy greatness, give him blowsAnd take his bottle from him: when that's goneHe shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not show himWhere the quick freshes are.
Cal.What a pied ninny's this! Thou scurvy patch!I do beseech thy greatness, give him blowsAnd take his bottle from him: when that's goneHe shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not show himWhere the quick freshes are.
Cal.What a pied ninny's this! Thou scurvy patch!
I 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 him
Where the quick freshes are.
Steph.Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out o' doors, and make a stock-fish of thee.
Trin.Why, what did I? I did nothing. I'll go farther off.
Steph.Didst thou not say he lied?
Ari.Thou liest.
Steph.Do I so? take thou that. [BeatsTrinculo.] As you like this, give me the lie another time.
Trin.I did not give the lie. Out o' your wits and hearing too? A plague o' your bottle! this can sack and drinking do. A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers.
Cal.Ha, ha, ha!
Steph.Now, forward with your tale. Prithee, stand farther off.
Cal.Beat him enough: after a little timeI'll beat him too.Steph.Stand farther. Come, proceed.Cal.Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him,I' th' afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain him,Having first seized his books, or with a logBatter 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 himAs 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 himselfCalls 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.Steph.Is it so brave a lass?Cal.Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant,And bring thee forth brave brood.
Cal.Beat him enough: after a little timeI'll beat him too.
Cal.Beat him enough: after a little time
I'll beat him too.
Steph.Stand farther. Come, proceed.
Steph.Stand farther. Come, proceed.
Cal.Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him,I' th' afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain him,Having first seized his books, or with a logBatter 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 himAs 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 himselfCalls 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.
Cal.Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him,
I' th' afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain him,
Having first seized his books, or with a log
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember
First to possess his books; for without them
He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not
One spirit to command: they all do hate him
As 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 is
The beauty of his daughter; he himself
Calls her a nonpareil: I never saw a woman,
But only Sycorax my dam and she;
But she as far surpasseth Sycorax
As great'st does least.
Steph.Is it so brave a lass?
Steph.Is it so brave a lass?
Cal.Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant,And bring thee forth brave brood.
Cal.Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant,
And bring thee forth brave brood.
Steph.Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be king and queen,—save our graces!—and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys. Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo?
Trin.Excellent.
Steph.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?Steph.Ay, on mine honour.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?
Cal.Within this half hour will he be asleep:Wilt thou destroy him then?
Cal.Within this half hour will he be asleep:
Wilt thou destroy him then?
Steph.Ay, on mine honour.
Steph.Ay, on mine honour.
Ari.This will I tell my master.
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?
Cal.Thou makest me merry; I am full of pleasure:
Let us be jocund: will you troll the catch
You taught me but while-ere?
Steph.At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason. Come on, Trinculo, let us sing.
[Sings] Flout 'em and scout 'emAnd scout 'em and flout 'em;Thought is free.Cal.That's not the tune.
[Sings] Flout 'em and scout 'emAnd scout 'em and flout 'em;Thought is free.
[Sings] Flout 'em and scout 'em
And scout 'em and flout 'em;
Thought is free.
Cal.That's not the tune.
Cal.That's not the tune.
[Arielplays the tune on a tabor and pipe.
Steph.What is this same?
Trin.This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of Nobody.
Steph.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!
Steph.He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee. Mercy upon us!
Cal.Art thou afeard?
Steph.No, monster, not I.
Cal.Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,Sounds 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,The clouds methought would open and show richesReady to drop upon me, that, when I waked,I cried to dream again.
Cal.Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,Sounds 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,The clouds methought would open and show richesReady to drop upon me, that, when I waked,I cried to dream again.
Cal.Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will 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,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.
Steph.This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.
Cal.When Prospero is destroyed.
Steph.That shall be by and by: I remember the story.
Trin.The sound is going away; let's follow it, and after do our work.
Steph.Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would I could see this taborer; he lays it on.
Trin.Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano.
[Exeunt.
Iris:'I met her deityCutting the clouds towards Paphos' (page 110).
Iris:'I met her deityCutting the clouds towards Paphos' (page 110).
Iris:'I met her deityCutting the clouds towards Paphos' (page 110).
Another part of the island.
EnterAlonso,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 indeedThrough 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,To 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.Ant.[aside toSeb.] 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 toAnt.]The next advantageWill we take throughly.Ant.[aside toSeb.]Let it be to-night:For, now they are oppress'd with travel, theyWill not, nor cannot, use such vigilanceAs when they are fresh.Seb.[aside toAnt.]I say, to-night: no more.
Gon.By'r lakin, I can go no further, sir;My old bones ache: here's a maze trod indeedThrough forth-rights and meanders! By your patience,I needs must rest me.
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,To 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.
Alon.Old lord, I cannot blame thee,
Who am myself attach'd with weariness,
To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest.
Even here I will put off my hope and keep it
No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd
Whom thus we stray to find, and the sea mocks
Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go.
Ant.[aside toSeb.] I am right glad that he's so out of hope.Do not, for one repulse, forego the purposeThat you resolved to effect.
Ant.[aside toSeb.] I am right glad that he's so out of hope.
Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose
That you resolved to effect.
Seb.[aside toAnt.]The next advantageWill we take throughly.
Seb.[aside toAnt.]The next advantage
Will we take throughly.
Ant.[aside toSeb.]Let it be to-night:For, now they are oppress'd with travel, theyWill not, nor cannot, use such vigilanceAs when they are fresh.
Ant.[aside toSeb.]Let it be to-night:
For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they
Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance
As when they are fresh.
Seb.[aside toAnt.]I say, to-night: no more.
Seb.[aside toAnt.]I say, to-night: no more.
[Solemn and strange music.
Alon.What harmony is this? My good friends, hark!Gon.Marvellous sweet music!
Alon.What harmony is this? My good friends, hark!
Alon.What harmony is this? My good friends, hark!
Gon.Marvellous sweet music!
Gon.Marvellous sweet music!
EnterProsperoabove, invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet; they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and, inviting the King, etc. to eat, they depart.
Alon.Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these!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,And 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—Who, 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 presentAre 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, sinceThey 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 'emWallets 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 feelThe best is past. Brother, my lord the duke,Stand to and do as we.
Alon.Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these!
Alon.Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were these!
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.
Seb.A living drollery. Now I will believe
That there are unicorns, that in Arabia
There is one tree, the phœnix' throne, one phœnix
At this hour reigning there.
Ant.I'll believe both;And what does else want credit, come to me,And I'll be sworn 'tis true: travellers ne'er did lie,Though fools at home condemn 'em.
Ant.I'll believe both;
And what does else want credit, come to me,
And 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—Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note,Their manners are more gentle-kind than ofOur human generation you shall findMany, nay, almost any.
Gon.If in Naples
I should report this now, would they believe me?
If I should say, I saw such islanders—
For, certes, these are people of the island—
Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note,
Their manners are more gentle-kind than of
Our human generation you shall find
Many, nay, almost any.
Pros.[aside.]Honest lord,Thou hast said well; for some of you there presentAre worse than devils.
Pros.[aside.]Honest lord,
Thou hast said well; for some of you there present
Are 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.
Alon.I cannot too much muse
Such shapes, such gesture and such sound, expressing,
Although they want the use of tongue, a kind
Of excellent dumb discourse.
Pros.[aside.]Praise in departing.
Pros.[aside.]Praise in departing.
Fran.They vanish'd strangely.
Fran.They vanish'd strangely.
Seb.No matter, sinceThey have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.Will't please you taste of what is here?
Seb.No matter, since
They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.
Will't please you taste of what is here?
Alon.Not I.
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 'emWallets 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.
Gon.Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we were boys,
Who would believe that there were mountaineers
Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em
Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men
Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find
Each putter-out of five for one will bring us
Good warrant of.
Alon.I will stand to and feed,Although my last: no matter, since I feelThe best is past. Brother, my lord the duke,Stand to and do as we.
Alon.I will stand to and feed,
Although my last: no matter, since I feel
The best is past. Brother, my lord the duke,
Stand to and do as we.
Thunder and lightning.EnterAriel,like a harpy; claps his wings upon the table; and, with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes.
Ari.You are three men of sin, whom Destiny,That hath to instrument this lower worldAnd what is in't, the never-surfeited seaHath caused to belch up you; and on this islandWhere 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.[Alonso,Sebastian,etc.draw their swords.You fools! I and my fellowsAre 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-ministersAre like invulnerable. If you could hurt,Your swords are now too massy for your strengthsAnd will not be uplifted. But remember—For that's my business to you—that you threeFrom Milan did supplant good Prospero;Exposed 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,They have bereft; and do pronounce by meLingering 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 fallsUpon your heads—is nothing but heart-sorrowAnd a clear life ensuing.
Ari.You are three men of sin, whom Destiny,That hath to instrument this lower worldAnd what is in't, the never-surfeited seaHath caused to belch up you; and on this islandWhere 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.
Ari.You are three men of sin, whom Destiny,
That hath to instrument this lower world
And what is in't, the never-surfeited sea
Hath caused to belch up you; and on this island
Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men
Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;
And even with such-like valour men hang and drown
Their proper selves.
[Alonso,Sebastian,etc.draw their swords.
You fools! I and my fellowsAre 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-ministersAre like invulnerable. If you could hurt,Your swords are now too massy for your strengthsAnd will not be uplifted. But remember—For that's my business to you—that you threeFrom Milan did supplant good Prospero;Exposed 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,They have bereft; and do pronounce by meLingering 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 fallsUpon your heads—is nothing but heart-sorrowAnd a clear life ensuing.
You fools! I and my fellows
Are ministers of Fate: the elements,
Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well
Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs
Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
One dowle that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers
Are 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 three
From Milan did supplant good Prospero;
Exposed unto the sea, which hath requit it,
Him and his innocent child; for which foul deed
The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,
Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me
Lingering perdition, worse than any death
Can be at once, shall step by step attend
You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from—
Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls
Upon your heads—is nothing but heart-sorrow
And a clear life ensuing.
He vanishes in thunder; then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance, with mocks and mows, and carrying out the table.
Pros.Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thouPerform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:Of my instruction hast thou nothing batedIn what thou hadst to say: so, with good lifeAnd observation strange, my meaner ministersTheir several kinds have done. My high charms workAnd these mine enemies are all knit upIn their distractions; they now are in my power;And in these fits I leave them, while I visitYoung Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown'd,And his and mine loved darling.
Pros.Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thouPerform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:Of my instruction hast thou nothing batedIn what thou hadst to say: so, with good lifeAnd observation strange, my meaner ministersTheir several kinds have done. My high charms workAnd these mine enemies are all knit upIn their distractions; they now are in my power;And in these fits I leave them, while I visitYoung Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown'd,And his and mine loved darling.
Pros.Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:
Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated
In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life
And observation strange, my meaner ministers
Their several kinds have done. My high charms work
And these mine enemies are all knit up
In their distractions; they now are in my power;
And in these fits I leave them, while I visit
Young Ferdinand, whom they suppose is drown'd,
And his and mine loved darling.
[Exit above.