Gon. You are Gentlemen of braue mettal: you would lift the Moone out of her spheare, if she would continue in it fiue weekes without changing.
Enter Ariell playing solemne Musicke.
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 aduenture my discretion so weakly: Will you laugh me asleepe, for I am very heauy
Ant. Go sleepe, and heare vs
Alon. What, all so soone asleepe? I wish mine eyesWould (with themselues) shut vp my thoughts,I finde they are inclin'd to do so
Seb. Please you Sir,Do not omit the heauy offer of it:It sildome 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. Thanke you: Wondrous heauy
Seb. What a strange drowsines possesses them?
Ant. It is the quality o'th' Clymate
Seb. WhyDoth it not then our eye-lids sinke? I findeNot my selfe dispos'd to sleep
Ant. Nor I, my spirits are nimble:They fell together all, as by consentThey dropt, as by a Thunder-stroke: what mightWorthy Sebastian? O, what might? no more:And yet, me thinkes I see it in thy face,What thou should'st be: th' occasion speaks thee, andMy strong imagination see's a CrowneDropping vpon thy head
Seb. What? art thou waking?
Ant. Do you not heare me speake?
Seb. I do, and surelyIt is a sleepy Language; and thou speak'stOut of thy sleepe: What is it thou didst say?This is a strange repose, to be asleepeWith eyes wide open: standing, speaking, mouing:And yet so fast asleepe
Ant. Noble Sebastian,Thou let'st thy fortune sleepe: die rather: wink'stWhiles thou art waking
Seb. Thou do'st snore distinctly,There's meaning in thy snores
Ant. I am more serious then my custome: youMust be so too, if heed me: which to do,Trebbles thee o're
Seb. Well: I am standing water
Ant. Ile teach you how to flow
Seb. Do so: to ebbeHereditary Sloth instructs me
Ant. O!If you but knew how you the purpose cherishWhiles thus you mocke it: how in stripping itYou more inuest it: ebbing men, indeed(Most often) do so neere the bottome runBy their owne feare, or sloth
Seb. 'Pre-thee say on,The setting of thine eye, and cheeke proclaimeA matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,Which throwes thee much to yeeld
Ant. Thus Sir:Although this Lord of weake remembrance; thisWho shall be of as little memoryWhen he is earth'd, hath here almost perswaded(For hee's a Spirit of perswasion, onelyProfesses to perswade) the King his sonne's aliue,'Tis as impossible that hee's vndrown'd,As he that sleepes heere, swims
Seb. I haue no hopeThat hee's vndrown'd
Ant. O, out of that no hope,What great hope haue you? No hope that way, IsAnother way so high a hope, that euenAmbition cannot pierce a winke beyondBut doubt discouery there. Will you grant with meThat Ferdinand is drown'd
Seb. He's gone
Ant. Then tell me, who's the next heire of Naples?
Seb. Claribell
Ant. She that is Queene of Tunis: she that dwelsTen leagues beyond mans life: she that from NaplesCan haue no note, vnlesse the Sun were post:The Man i'th Moone's too slow, till new-borne chinnesBe rough, and Razor-able: She that from whomWe all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast againe,(And by that destiny) to performe an actWhereof, what's past is Prologue; what to comeIn yours, and my discharge
Seb. What stuffe is this? How say you?'Tis true my brothers daughter's Queene of Tunis,So is she heyre of Naples, 'twixt which RegionsThere is some space
Ant. A space, whose eu'ry cubitSeemes to cry out, how shall that ClaribellMeasure vs backe to Naples? keepe in Tunis,And let Sebastian wake. Say, this were deathThat now hath seiz'd them, why they were no worseThen now they are: There be that can rule NaplesAs well as he that sleepes: Lords, that can prateAs amply, and vnnecessarilyAs this Gonzallo: I my selfe could makeA Chough of as deepe chat: O, that you boreThe minde that I do; what a sleepe were thisFor your aduancement? Do you vnderstand me?
Seb. Me thinkes I do
Ant. And how do's your contentTender your owne good fortune?
Seb. I rememberYou did supplant your Brother Prospero
Ant. True:And looke how well my Garments sit vpon me,Much feater then before: My Brothers seruantsWere then my fellowes, now they are my men
Seb. But for your conscience
Ant. I Sir: where lies that? If 'twere a kybe'Twould put me to my slipper: But I feele notThis Deity in my bosome: 'Twentie consciencesThat stand 'twixt me, and Millaine, candied be they,And melt ere they mollest: Heere lies your Brother,No better then the earth he lies vpon,If he were that which now hee's like (that's dead)Whom I with this obedient steele (three inches of it)Can lay to bed for euer: whiles you doing thus,To the perpetuall winke for aye might putThis ancient morsell: this Sir Prudence, whoShould not vpbraid our course: for all the restThey'l take suggestion, as a Cat laps milke,They'l tell the clocke, to any businesse thatWe say befits the houre
Seb. Thy case, deere FriendShall be my president: As thou got'st Millaine,I'le come by Naples: Draw thy sword, one strokeShall free thee from the tribute which thou paiest,And I the King shall loue thee
Ant. Draw together:And when I reare my hand, do you the likeTo fall it on Gonzalo
Seb. O, but one word.
Enter Ariell with Musicke and Song.
Ariel. My Master through his Art foresees the dangerThat you (his friend) are in, and sends me forth(For else his proiect dies) to keepe them liuing.
Sings in Gonzaloes eare.
While you here do snoaring lie,Open-ey'd ConspiracieHis time doth take:If of Life you keepe a care,Shake off slumber and beware.Awake, awake
Ant. Then let vs both be sodaine
Gon. Now, good Angels preserue the King
Alo. Why how now hoa; awake? why are you drawn?Wherefore this ghastly looking?
Gon. What's the matter?
Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,(Euen now) we heard a hollow burst of bellowingLike Buls, or rather Lyons, did't not wake you?It strooke mine eare most terribly
Alo. I heard nothing
Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a Monsters eare;To make an earthquake: sure it was the roareOf a whole heard of Lyons
Alo. Heard you this Gonzalo?
Gon. Vpon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming,(And that a strange one too) which did awake me:I shak'd you Sir, and cride: as mine eyes opend,I saw their weapons drawne: there was a noyse,That's verily: 'tis best we stand vpon our guard;Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons
Alo. Lead off this ground & let's make further searchFor my poore sonne
Gon. Heauens keepe him from these Beasts:For he is sure i'th Island
Alo. Lead away
Ariell. Prospero my Lord, shall know what I haue done.So (King) goe safely on to seeke thy Son.
Exeunt.
Scoena Secunda.
Enter Caliban, with a burthen of Wood (a noyse of thunder heard.)
Cal. All the infections that the Sunne suckes vpFrom Bogs, Fens, Flats, on Prosper fall, and make himBy ynch-meale a disease: his Spirits heare me,And yet I needes must curse. But they'll nor pinch,Fright me with Vrchyn-shewes, pitch me i'th mire,Nor lead me like a fire-brand, in the darkeOut of my way, vnlesse he bid 'em; butFor euery trifle, are they set vpon me,Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me,And after bite me: then like Hedg-hogs, whichLye tumbling in my bare-foote way, and mountTheir pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am IAll wound with Adders, who with clouen tonguesDoe hisse me into madnesse: Lo, now Lo,
Enter Trinculo.
Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment meFor bringing wood in slowly: I'le fall flat,Perchance he will not minde me
Tri. Here's neither bush, nor shrub to beare off any weather at all: and another Storme brewing, I heare it sing ith' winde: yond same blacke cloud, yond huge one, lookes like a foule bumbard that would shed his licquor: if it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailefuls. What haue we here, a man, or a fish? dead or aliue? a fish, hee smels like a fish: a very ancient and fish-like smell: a kinde of, not of the newest poore-Iohn: a strange fish: were I in England now (as once I was) and had but this fish painted; not a holiday-foole there but would giue a peece of siluer: there, would this Monster, make a man: any strange beast there, makes a man: when they will not giue a doit to relieue a lame Begger, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian: Leg'd like a man; and his Finnes like Armes: warme o'my troth: I doe now let loose my opinion; hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an Islander, that hath lately suffered by a Thunderbolt: Alas, the storme is come againe: my best way is to creepe vnder his Gaberdine: there is no other shelter hereabout: Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellowes: I will here shrowd till the dregges of the storme be past.
Enter Stephano singing..
Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea, here shall I dye ashore.This is a very scuruy tune to sing at a mansFunerall: well, here's my comfort.
Drinkes.
Sings.
The Master, the Swabber, the Boate-swaine & I;The Gunner, and his MateLou'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian, and Margerie,But none of vs car'd for Kate.For she had a tongue with a tang,Would cry to a Sailor goe hang:She lou'd not the sauour of Tar nor of Pitch,Yet a Tailor might scratch her where ere she did itch.Then to Sea Boyes, and let her goe hang.This is a scuruy tune too:But here's my comfort.
Drinks.
Cal. Doe not torment me: oh
Ste. What's the matter? Haue we diuels here? Doe you put trickes vpon's with Saluages, and Men of Inde? ha? I haue not scap'd drowning, to be afeard now of your foure legges: for it hath bin said; as proper a man as euer went on foure legs, cannot make him giue ground: and it shall be said so againe, while Stephano breathes at' nostrils
Cal. The Spirit torments me: oh
Ste. This is some Monster of the Isle, with foure legs; who hath got (as I take it) an Ague: where the diuell should he learne our language? I will giue him some reliefe if it be but for that: if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a Present for any Emperour that euer trod on Neates-leather
Cal. Doe not torment me 'prethee: I'le bring my wood home faster
Ste. He's in his fit now; and doe's not talke after the wisest; hee shall taste of my Bottle: if hee haue neuer drunke wine afore, it will goe neere to remoue his Fit: if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, I will not take too much for him; hee shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly
Cal. Thou do'st me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: Now Prosper workes vpon thee
Ste. Come on your wayes: open your mouth: here is that which will giue language to you Cat; open your mouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps againe
Tri. I should know that voyce:It should be,But hee is dround; and these are diuels; O defendme
Ste. Foure legges and two voyces; a most delicate Monster: his forward voyce now is to speake well of his friend; his backward voice, is to vtter foule speeches, and to detract: if all the wine in my bottle will recouer him, I will helpe his Ague: Come: Amen, I will poure some in thy other mouth
Tri. Stephano
Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy: This is a diuell, and no Monster: I will leaue him, I haue no long Spoone
Tri. Stephano: if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speake to me: for I am Trinculo; be not afeard, thy good friend Trinculo
Ste. If thou bee'st Trinculo: come forth: I'le pull thee by the lesser legges: if any be Trinculo's legges, these are they: Thou art very Trinculo indeede: how cam'st thou to be the siege of this Moone-calfe? Can he vent Trinculo's?
Tri. I tooke him to be kil'd with a thunder-strok; but art thou not dround Stephano: I hope now thou art not dround: Is the Storme ouer-blowne? I hid mee vnder the dead Moone-Calfes Gaberdine, for feare of the Storme: And art thou liuing Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitanes scap'd?
Ste. 'Prethee doe not turne me about, my stomacke is not constant
Cal. These be fine things, and if they be not sprights: that's a braue God, and beares Celestiall liquor: I will kneele to him
Ste. How did'st thou scape? How cam'st thou hither? Sweare by this Bottle how thou cam'st hither: I escap'd vpon a But of Sacke, which the Saylors heaued o'reboord, by this Bottle which I made of the barke of a Tree, with mine owne hands, since I was cast a'shore
Cal. I'le sweare vpon that Bottle, to be thy true subiect, for the liquor is not earthly
St. Heere: sweare then how thou escap'dst
Tri. Swom ashore (man) like a Ducke: I can swim like a Ducke i'le be sworne
Ste. Here, kisse the Booke. Though thou canst swim like a Ducke, thou art made like a Goose
Tri. O Stephano, ha'st any more of this?
Ste. The whole But (man) my Cellar is in a rocke by th' sea-side, where my Wine is hid: How now Moone-Calfe, how do's thine Ague?
Cal. Ha'st thou not dropt from heauen?
Ste. Out o'th Moone I doe assure thee. I was theMan ith' Moone, when time was
Cal. I haue seene thee in her: and I doe adore thee:My Mistris shew'd me thee, and thy Dog, and thy Bush
Ste. Come, sweare to that: kisse the Booke: I willfurnish it anon with new Contents: Sweare
Tri. By this good light, this is a very shallow Monster:I afeard of him? a very weake Monster:The Man ith' Moone?A most poore creadulous Monster:Well drawne Monster, in good sooth
Cal. Ile shew thee euery fertill ynch o'th Island: andI will kisse thy foote: I prethee be my god
Tri. By this light, a most perfidious, and drunkenMonster, when's god's a sleepe he'll rob his Bottle
Cal. Ile kisse thy foot, Ile sweare my selfe thy Subiect
Ste. Come on then: downe and sweare
Tri. I shall laugh my selfe to death at this puppi-headed Monster: a most scuruie Monster: I could finde in my heart to beate him
Ste. Come, kisse
Tri. But that the poore Monster's in drinke:An abhominable Monster
Cal. I'le shew thee the best Springs: I'le plucke theeBerries: I'le fish for thee; and get thee wood enough.A plague vpon the Tyrant that I serue;I'le beare him no more Stickes, but follow thee, thouwondrous man
Tri. A most rediculous Monster, to make a wonder ofa poore drunkard
Cal. I 'prethee let me bring thee where Crabs grow; and I with my long nayles will digge thee pig-nuts; show thee a Iayes nest, and instruct thee how to snare the nimble Marmazet: I'le bring thee to clustring Philbirts, and sometimes I'le get thee young Scamels from the Rocke: Wilt thou goe with me?
Ste. I pre'thee now lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the King, and all our company else being dround, wee will inherit here: Here; beare my Bottle: Fellow Trinculo; we'll fill him by and by againe.
Caliban Sings drunkenly.
Farewell Master; farewell, farewell
Tri. A howling Monster: a drunken Monster
Cal. No more dams I'le make for fish,Nor fetch in firing, at requiring,Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish,Ban' ban' CacalybanHas a new Master, get a new Man.Freedome, high-day, high-day freedome, freedome highday,freedome
Ste. O braue Monster; lead the way.
Exeunt.
Actus Tertius. Scoena Prima.
Enter Ferdinand (bearing a Log.)
Fer. There be some Sports are painfull; & their laborDelight in them set off: Some kindes of basenesseAre nobly vndergon; and most poore mattersPoint to rich ends: this my meane TaskeWould be as heauy to me, as odious, butThe Mistris which I serue, quickens what's dead,And makes my labours, pleasures: O She isTen times more gentle, then her Father's crabbed;And he's compos'd of harshnesse. I must remoueSome thousands of these Logs, and pile them vp,Vpon a sore iniunction; my sweet MistrisWeepes when she sees me worke, & saies, such basenesHad neuer like Executor: I forget:But these sweet thoughts, doe euen refresh my labours,Most busie lest, when I doe it.
Enter Miranda | and Prospero.
Mir. Alas, now pray youWorke not so hard: I would the lightning hadBurnt vp those Logs that you are enioynd to pile:Pray set it downe, and rest you: when this burnes'Twill weepe for hauing wearied you: my FatherIs hard at study; pray now rest your selfe,Hee's safe for these three houres
Fer. O most deere MistrisThe Sun will set before I shall dischargeWhat I must striue to do
Mir. If you'l sit downeIle beare your Logges the while: pray giue me that,Ile carry it to the pile
Fer. No precious Creature,I had rather cracke my sinewes, breake my backe,Then you should such dishonor vndergoe,While I sit lazy by
Mir. It would become meAs well as it do's you; and I should do itWith much more ease: for my good will is to it,And yours it is against
Pro. Poore worme thou art infected,This visitation shewes it
Mir. You looke wearily
Fer. No, noble Mistris, 'tis fresh morning with meWhen you are by at night: I do beseech youCheefely, that I might set it in my prayers,What is your name?
Mir. Miranda, O my Father,I haue broke your hest to say so
Fer. Admir'd Miranda,Indeede the top of Admiration, worthWhat's deerest to the world: full many a LadyI haue ey'd with best regard, and many a timeTh' harmony of their tongues, hath into bondageBrought my too diligent eare: for seuerall vertuesHaue I lik'd seuerall women, neuer anyWith so full soule, but some defect in herDid quarrell with the noblest grace she ow'd,And put it to the foile. But you, O you,So perfect, and so peerlesse, are createdOf euerie Creatures best
Mir. I do not knowOne of my sexe; no womans face remember,Saue from my glasse, mine owne: Nor haue I seeneMore that I may call men, then you good friend,And my deere Father: how features are abroadI am skillesse of; but by my modestie(The iewell in my dower) I would not wishAny Companion in the world but you:Nor can imagination forme a shapeBesides your selfe, to like of: but I prattleSomething too wildely, and my Fathers preceptsI therein do forget
Fer. I am, in my conditionA Prince (Miranda) I do thinke a King(I would not so) and would no more endureThis wodden slauerie, then to sufferThe flesh-flie blow my mouth: heare my soule speake.The verie instant that I saw you, didMy heart flie to your seruice, there residesTo make me slaue to it, and for your sakeAm I this patient Logge-man
Mir. Do you loue me?
Fer. O heauen; O earth, beare witnes to this sound,And crowne what I professe with kinde euentIf I speake true: if hollowly, inuertWhat best is boaded me, to mischiefe: I,Beyond all limit of what else i'th worldDo loue, prize, honor you
Mir. I am a fooleTo weepe at what I am glad of
Pro. Faire encounterOf two most rare affections: heauens raine graceOn that which breeds betweene 'em
Fer. Wherefore weepe you?
Mir. At mine vnworthinesse, that dare not offerWhat I desire to giue; and much lesse takeWhat I shall die to want: But this is trifling,And all the more it seekes to hide it selfe,The bigger bulke it shewes. Hence bashfull cunning,And prompt me plaine and holy innocence.I am your wife, if you will marrie me;If not, Ile die your maid: to be your fellowYou may denie me, but Ile be your seruantWhether you will or no
Fer. My Mistris (deerest)And I thus humble euer
Mir. My husband then?
Fer. I, with a heart as willingAs bondage ere of freedome: heere's my hand
Mir. And mine, with my heart in't; and now farewelTill halfe an houre hence
Fer. A thousand, thousand.
Exeunt.
Pro. So glad of this as they I cannot be,Who are surpriz'd with all; but my reioycingAt nothing can be more: Ile to my booke,For yet ere supper time, must I performeMuch businesse appertaining.
Enter.
Scoena Secunda.
Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo.
Ste. Tell not me, when the But is out we will drinke water, not a drop before; therefore beare vp, & boord em' Seruant Monster, drinke to me
Trin. Seruant Monster? the folly of this Iland, they say there's but fiue vpon this Isle; we are three of them, if th' other two be brain'd like vs, the State totters
Ste. Drinke seruant Monster when I bid thee, thyeies are almost set in thy head
Trin. Where should they bee set else? hee were abraue Monster indeede if they were set in his taile
Ste. My man-Monster hath drown'd his tongue in sacke: for my part the Sea cannot drowne mee, I swam ere I could recouer the shore, fiue and thirtie Leagues off and on, by this light thou shalt bee my Lieutenant Monster, or my Standard
Trin. Your Lieutenant if you list, hee's no standard
Ste. Weel not run Monsieur Monster
Trin. Nor go neither: but you'l lie like dogs, and yetsay nothing neither
Ste. Moone-calfe, speak once in thy life, if thou beesta good Moone-calfe
Cal. How does thy honour? Let me licke thy shooe:Ile not serue him, he is not valiant
Trin. Thou liest most ignorant Monster, I am in case to iustle a Constable: why, thou debosh'd Fish thou, was there euer man a Coward, that hath drunk so much Sacke as I to day? wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but halfe a Fish, and halfe a Monster?
Cal. Loe, how he mockes me, wilt thou let him myLord?
Trin. Lord, quoth he? that a Monster should be sucha Naturall?
Cal. Loe, loe againe: bite him to death I prethee
Ste. Trinculo, keepe a good tongue in your head: If you proue a mutineere, the next Tree: the poore Monster's my subiect, and he shall not suffer indignity
Cal. I thanke my noble Lord. Wilt thou be pleas'dto hearken once againe to the suite I made to thee?
Ste. Marry will I: kneele, and repeate it,I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.
Enter Ariell inuisible.
Cal. As I told thee before, I am subiect to a Tirant,A Sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated meOf the Island
Ariell. Thou lyest
Cal. Thou lyest, thou iesting Monkey thou:I would my valiant Master would destroy thee.I do not lye
Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale,By this 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 IsleFrom me, he got it. If thy Greatnesse willReuenge it on him, (for I know thou dar'st)But this Thing dare not
Ste. That's most certaine
Cal. Thou shalt be Lord of it, and Ile serue thee
Ste. How now shall this be compast?Canst thou bring me to the party?
Cal. Yea, yea my Lord, Ile yeeld him thee asleepe,Where thou maist knocke a naile into his head
Ariell. Thou liest, thou canst not
Cal. What a py'de Ninnie's this? Thou scuruy patch:I do beseech thy Greatnesse giue him blowes,And take his bottle from him: When that's gone,He shall drinke nought but brine, for Ile not shew himWhere the quicke Freshes are
Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger:Interrupt the Monster one word further, and by thishand, Ile turne my mercie out o' doores, and make aStockfish of thee
Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing:Ile go farther off
Ste. Didst thou not say he lyed?Ariell. Thou liest
Ste. Do I so? Take thou that,As you like this, giue me the lye another time
Trin. I did not giue the lie: Out o'your wittes, andhearing too?A pox o'your bottle, this can Sacke and drinking doo:A murren on your Monster, and the diuell take yourfingers
Cal. Ha, ha, ha
Ste. Now forward with your Tale: prethee standfurther off
Cal. Beate him enough: after a little timeIle beate him too
Ste. Stand farther: Come proceede
Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custome with himI'th afternoone to sleepe: there thou maist braine him,Hauing first seiz'd his bookes: Or with a loggeBatter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,Or cut his wezand with thy knife. RememberFirst to possesse his Bookes; for without themHee's but a Sot, as I am; nor hath notOne Spirit to command: they all do hate himAs rootedly as I. Burne but his Bookes,He ha's braue Vtensils (for so he calles them)Which when he ha's a house, hee'l decke withall.And that most deeply to consider, isThe beautie of his daughter: he himselfeCals her a non-pareill: I neuer saw a womanBut onely Sycorax my Dam, and she;But she as farre surpasseth Sycorax,As great'st do's least
Ste. Is it so braue a Lasse?
Cal. I Lord, she will become thy bed, I warrant,And bring thee forth braue brood
Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter andI will be King and Queene, saue our Graces: and Trinculoand thy selfe shall be Viceroyes:Dost thou like the plot Trinculo?
Trin. Excellent
Ste. Giue me thy hand, I am sorry I beate thee:But while thou liu'st keepe a good tongue in thy head
Cal. Within this halfe houre will he be asleepe,Wilt thou destroy him then?
Ste. I on mine honour
Ariell. This will I tell my Master
Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of pleasure,Let vs be iocond. Will you troule the CatchYou taught me but whileare?
Ste. At thy request Monster, I will do reason,Any reason: Come on Trinculo, let vs sing.
Sings.
Flout 'em, and cout 'em: and skowt 'em, and flout 'em,Thought is free
Cal. That's not the tune.
Ariell plaies the tune on a Tabor and Pipe.
Ste. What is this same?
Trin. This is the tune of our Catch, plaid by the pictureof No-body
Ste. If thou beest a man, shew thy selfe in thy likenes:If thou beest a diuell, take't as thou list
Trin. O forgiue me my sinnes
Ste. He that dies payes all debts: I defie thee;Mercy vpon vs
Cal. Art thou affeard?
Ste. No Monster, not I
Cal. Be not affeard, the Isle is full of noyses,Sounds, and sweet aires, that giue delight and hurt not:Sometimes a thousand twangling InstrumentsWill hum about mine eares; and sometime voices,That if I then had wak'd after long sleepe,Will make me sleepe againe, and then in dreaming,The clouds methought would open, and shew richesReady to drop vpon me, that when I wak'dI cri'de to dreame againe
Ste. This will proue a braue kingdome to me,Where I shall haue my Musicke for nothing
Cal. When Prospero is destroy'd
Ste. That shall be by and by:I remember the storie
Trin. The sound is going away,Lets follow it, and after do our worke
Ste. Leade Monster,Wee'l follow: I would I could see this Taborer,He layes it on
Trin. Wilt come?Ile follow Stephano.
Exeunt.
Scena Tertia.
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzallo, Adrian, Francisco, &c.
Gon. By'r lakin, I can goe no further, Sir,My old bones akes: here's a maze trod indeedeThrough fourth-rights, & Meanders: by your patience,I needes must rest me
Al. Old Lord, I cannot blame thee,Who, am my selfe attach'd with wearinesseTo th' dulling of my spirits: Sit downe, and rest:Euen here I will put off my hope, and keepe itNo longer for my Flatterer: he is droun'dWhom thus we stray to finde, and the Sea mocksOur frustrate search on land: well, let him goe
Ant. I am right glad, that he's so out of hope:Doe not for one repulse forgoe the purposeThat you resolu'd t' effect
Seb. The next aduantage will we take throughly
Ant. Let it be to night,For now they are oppress'd with trauaile, theyWill not, nor cannot vse such vigilanceAs when they are fresh.
Solemne and strange Musicke: and Prosper on the top (inuisible:) Enter seuerall strange shapes, bringing in a Banket; and dance about it with gentle actions of salutations, and inuiting the King, &c. to eate, they depart.
Seb. I say to night: no more
Al. What harmony is this? my good friends, harke
Gon. Maruellous sweet Musicke
Alo. Giue vs kind keepers, heaue[n]s: what were these?
Seb. A liuing Drolerie: now I will beleeueThat there are Vnicornes: that in ArabiaThere is one Tree, the Phoenix throne, one PhoenixAt this houre reigning there
Ant. Ile beleeue both:And what do's else want credit, come to meAnd Ile besworne 'tis true: Trauellers nere did lye,Though fooles at home condemne 'em
Gon. If in NaplesI should report this now, would they beleeue me?If I should say I saw such Islands;(For certes, these are people of the Island)Who though they are of monstrous shape, yet noteTheir manners are more gentle, kinde, then ofOur humaine generation you shall findeMany, nay almost any
Pro. Honest Lord,Thou hast said well: for some of you there present;Are worse then diuels
Al. I cannot too much museSuch shapes, such gesture, and such sound expressing(Although they want the vse of tongue) a kindeOf excellent dumbe discourse
Pro. Praise in departing
Fr. They vanish'd strangely
Seb. No matter, sinceThey haue left their Viands behinde; for wee haue stomacks.Wilt please you taste of what is here?
Alo. Not I
Gon. Faith Sir, you neede not feare: when wee were BoyesWho would beleeue that there were Mountayneeres,Dew-lapt, like Buls, whose throats had hanging at 'emWallets of flesh? or that there were such menWhose heads stood in their brests? which now we findeEach putter out of fiue for one, will bring vsGood warrant of
Al. I will stand to, and feede,Although my last, no matter, since I feeleThe best is past: brother: my Lord, the Duke,Stand too, and doe as we.
Thunder and Lightning. Enter Ariell (like a Harpey) claps his wings vpon the Table, and with a quient deuice the Banquet vanishes.
Ar. You are three men of sinne, whom destinyThat hath to instrument this lower world,And what is in't: the neuer surfeited Sea,Hath caus'd to belch vp you: and on this Island,Where man doth not inhabit, you 'mongst men,Being most vnfit to liue: I haue made you mad;And euen with such like valour, men hang, and drowneTheir proper selues: you fooles, I and my fellowesAre ministers of Fate, the ElementsOf whom your swords are temper'd, may as wellWound the loud windes, or with bemockt-at-StabsKill the still closing waters, as diminishOne dowle that's in my plumbe: My fellow ministersAre like-invulnerable: if you could hurt,Your swords are now too massie for your strengths,And will not be vplifted: But remember(For that's my businesse to you) that you threeFrom Millaine did supplant good Prospero,Expos'd vnto the Sea (which hath requit it)Him, and his innocent childe: for which foule deed,The Powres, delaying (not forgetting) haueIncens'd the Seas, and Shores; yea, all the CreaturesAgainst your peace: Thee of thy Sonne, AlonsoThey haue bereft; and doe pronounce by meLingring perdition (worse then any deathCan be at once) shall step, by step attendYou, and your wayes, whose wraths to guard you from,Which here, in this most desolate Isle, else falsVpon your heads, is nothing but hearts-sorrow,And a cleere life ensuing.
He vanishes in Thunder: then (to soft Musicke.) Enter the shapes againe, and daunce (with mockes and mowes) and carrying out the Table.
Pro. Brauely the figure of this Harpie, hast thouPerform'd (my Ariell) a grace it had deuouring:Of my Instruction, hast thou nothing batedIn what thou had'st to say: so with good life,And obseruation strange, my meaner ministersTheir seuerall kindes haue done: my high charmes work,And these (mine enemies) are all knit vpIn their distractions: they now are in my powre;And in these fits, I leaue them, while I visitYong Ferdinand (whom they suppose is droun'd)And his, and mine lou'd darling
Gon. I'th name of something holy, Sir, why stand youIn this strange stare?
Al. O, it is monstrous: monstrous:Me thought the billowes spoke, and told me of it,The windes did sing it to me: and the Thunder(That deepe and dreadfull Organ-Pipe) pronounc'dThe name of Prosper: it did base my Trespasse,Therefore my Sonne i'th Ooze is bedded; andI'le seeke him deeper then ere plummet sounded,And with him there lye mudded.
Enter.
Seb. But one feend at a time,Ile fight their Legions ore
Ant. Ile be thy Second.
Exeunt.
Gon. All three of them are desperate: their great guilt(Like poyson giuen to worke a great time after)Now gins to bite the spirits: I doe beseech you(That are of suppler ioynts) follow them swiftly,And hinder them from what this extasieMay now prouoke them to
Ad. Follow, I pray you.
Exeunt. omnes.
Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
Enter Prospero, Ferdinand, and Miranda.
Pro. If I haue too austerely punish'd you,Your compensation makes amends, for IHaue giuen you here, a third of mine owne life,Or that for which I liue: who, once againeI tender to thy hand: All thy vexationsWere but my trials of thy loue, and thouHast strangely stood the test: here, afore heauenI ratifie this my rich guift: O Ferdinand,Doe not smile at me, that I boast her of,For thou shalt finde she will out-strip all praiseAnd make it halt, behinde her
Fer. I doe beleeue itAgainst an Oracle
Pro. Then, as my guest, and thine owne acquisitionWorthily purchas'd, take my daughter: ButIf thou do'st breake her Virgin-knot, beforeAll sanctimonious ceremonies mayWith full and holy right, be ministred,No sweet aspersion shall the heauens let fallTo make this contract grow; but barraine hate,Sower-ey'd disdaine, and discord shall bestrewThe vnion of your bed, with weedes so loathlyThat you shall hate it both: Therefore take heede,As Hymens Lamps shall light you
Fer. As I hopeFor quiet dayes, faire Issue, and long life,With such loue, as 'tis now the murkiest den,The most opportune place, the strongst suggestion,Our worser Genius can, shall neuer meltMine honor into lust, to take awayThe edge of that dayes celebration,When I shall thinke, or Phoebus Steeds are founderd,Or Night kept chain'd below
Pro. Fairely spoke;Sit then, and talke with her, she is thine owne;What Ariell; my industrious serua[n]t Ariell.
Enter Ariell.
Ar. What would my potent master? here I am
Pro. Thou, and thy meaner fellowes, your last seruiceDid worthily performe: and I must vse youIn such another tricke: goe bring the rabble(Ore whom I giue thee powre) here, to this place:Incite them to quicke motion, for I mustBestow vpon the eyes of this yong coupleSome vanity of mine Art: it is my promise,And they expect it from me
Ar. Presently?
Pro. I: with a twincke
Ar. Before you can say come, and goe,And breathe twice; and cry, so, so:Each one tripping on his Toe,Will be here with mop, and mowe.Doe you loue me Master? no?
Pro. Dearely, my delicate Ariell: doe not approachTill thou do'st heare me call
Ar. Well: I conceiue.
Enter.
Pro. Looke thou be true: doe not giue dallianceToo much the raigne: the strongest oathes, are strawTo th' fire ith' blood: be more abstenious,Or else good night your vow
Fer. I warrant you, Sir,The white cold virgin Snow, vpon my heartAbates the ardour of my Liuer
Pro. Well.Now come my Ariell, bring a Corolary,Rather then want a Spirit; appear, & pertly.
Soft musick.
No tongue: all eyes: be silent.
Enter Iris.
Ir. Ceres, most bounteous Lady, thy rich LeasOf Wheate, Rye, Barley, Fetches, Oates and Pease;Thy Turphie-Mountaines, where liue nibling Sheepe,And flat Medes thetchd with Stouer, them to keepe:Thy bankes with pioned, and twilled brimsWhich spungie Aprill, at thy hest betrims;To make cold Nymphes chast crownes; & thy broomegroues;Whose shadow the dismissed Batchelor loues,Being lasse-lorne: thy pole-clipt vineyard,And thy Sea-marge stirrile, and rockey-hard,Where thou thy selfe do'st ayre, the Queene o'th Skie,Whose watry Arch, and messenger, am I.Bids thee leaue these, & with her soueraigne grace,
Iuno descends.
Here on this grasse-plot, in this very placeTo come, and sport: here Peacocks flye amaine:Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertaine.
Enter Ceres.
Cer. Haile, many-coloured Messenger, that nereDo'st disobey the wife of Iupiter:Who, with thy saffron wings, vpon my flowresDiffusest hony drops, refreshing showres,And with each end of thy blew bowe do'st crowneMy boskie acres, and my vnshrubd downe,Rich scarph to my proud earth: why hath thy QueeneSummond me hither, to this short gras'd Greene?
Ir. A contract of true Loue, to celebrate,And some donation freely to estateOn the bles'd Louers
Cer. Tell me heauenly Bowe,If Venus or her Sonne, as thou do'st know,Doe now attend the Queene? since they did plotThe meanes, that duskie Dis, my daughter got,Her, and her blind-Boyes scandald company,I haue forsworne
Ir. Of her societieBe not afraid: I met her deitieCutting the clouds towards Paphos: and her SonDoue-drawn with her: here thought they to haue doneSome wanton charme, vpon this Man and Maide,Whose vowes are, that no bed-right shall be paidTill Hymens Torch be lighted: but in vaine,Marses hot Minion is returnd againe,Her waspish headed sonne, has broke his arrowes,Swears he will shoote no more, but play with Sparrows,And be a Boy right out
Cer. Highest Queene of State,Great Iuno comes, I know her by her gate
Iu. How do's my bounteous sister? goe with meTo blesse this twaine, that they may prosperous be,And honourd in their Issue.
They sing.
Iu. Honor, riches, marriage, blessing,Long continuance, and encreasing,Hourely ioyes, be still vpon you,Iuno sings her blessings on you.Earths increase, foyzon plentie,Barnes, and Garners, neuer empty.Vines, with clustring bunches growing,Plants, with goodly burthen bowing:Spring come to you at the farthest,In the very end of Haruest.Scarcity and want shall shun you,Ceres blessing so is on you
Fer. This is a most maiesticke vision, andHarmonious charmingly: may I be boldTo thinke these spirits?
Pro. Spirits, which by mine ArtI haue from their confines call'd to enactMy present fancies
Fer. Let me liue here euer,So rare a wondred Father, and a wiseMakes this place Paradise
Pro. Sweet now, silence:Iuno and Ceres whisper seriously,There's something else to doe: hush, and be muteOr else our spell is mar'd.
Iuno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on employment.
Iris. You Nimphs cald Nayades of y windring brooks,With your sedg'd crownes, and euer-harmelesse lookes,Leaue your crispe channels, and on this green-LandAnswere your summons, Iuno do's command.Come temperate Nimphes, and helpe to celebrateA Contract of true Loue: be not too late.
Enter Certaine Nimphes.
You Sun-burn'd Sicklemen of August weary,Come hether from the furrow, and be merry,Make holly day: your Rye-straw hats put on,And these fresh Nimphes encounter euery oneIn Country footing.
Enter certaine Reapers (properly habited:) they ioyne with the Nimphes, in a gracefull dance, towards the end whereof, Prospero starts sodainly and speakes, after which to a strange hollow and confused noyse, they heauily vanish.
Pro. I had forgot that foule conspiracyOf the beast Calliban, and his confederatesAgainst my life: the minute of their plotIs almost come: Well done, auoid: no more
Fer. This is strange: your fathers in some passionThat workes him strongly
Mir. Neuer till this daySaw I him touch'd with anger, so distemper'd
Pro. You doe looke (my son) in a mou'd sort,As if you were dismaid: be cheerefull Sir,Our Reuels now are ended: These our actors,(As I foretold you) were all Spirits, andAre melted into Ayre, into thin Ayre,And like the baselesse fabricke of this visionThe Clowd-capt Towres, the gorgeous Pallaces,The solemne Temples, the great Globe it selfe,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolue,And like this insubstantiall Pageant fadedLeaue not a racke behinde: we are such stuffeAs dreames are made on; and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleepe: Sir, I am vext,Beare with my weakenesse, my old braine is troubled:Be not disturb'd with my infirmitie,If you be pleas'd, retire into my Cell,And there repose, a turne or two, Ile walkeTo still my beating minde
Fer. Mir. We wish your peace.
Enter.
Pro. Come with a thought; I thank thee Ariell: come.
Enter Ariell.
Ar. Thy thoughts I cleaue to, what's thy pleasure?
Pro. Spirit: We must prepare to meet with Caliban
Ar. I my Commander, when I presented CeresI thought to haue told thee of it, but I fear'dLeast I might anger thee
Pro. Say again, where didst thou leaue these varlots?
Ar. I told you Sir, they were red-hot with drinking,So full of valour, that they smote the ayreFor breathing in their faces: beate the groundFor kissing of their feete; yet alwaies bendingTowards their proiect: then I beate my Tabor,At which like vnback't colts they prickt their eares,Aduanc'd their eye-lids, lifted vp their nosesAs they smelt musicke, so I charm'd their earesThat Calfe-like, they my lowing follow'd, throughTooth'd briars, sharpe firzes, pricking gosse, & thorns,Which entred their fraile shins: at last I left themI'th' filthy mantled poole beyond your Cell,There dancing vp to th' chins, that the fowle LakeOre-stunck their feet
Pro. This was well done (my bird)Thy shape inuisible retaine thou still:The trumpery in my house, goe bring it hitherFor stale to catch these theeues
Ar. I go, I goe.
Enter.
Pro. A Deuill, a borne-Deuill, on whose natureNurture can neuer sticke: on whom my painesHumanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost,And, as with age, his body ouglier growes,So his minde cankers: I will plague them all,Euen to roaring: Come, hang on them this line.
Enter Ariell, loaden with glistering apparell, &c. Enter Caliban,Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet.
Cal. Pray you tread softly, that the blinde Mole maynot heare a foot fall: we now are neere his Cell
St. Monster, your Fairy, w you say is a harmles Fairy,Has done little better then plaid the Iacke with vs
Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-pisse, at whichMy nose is in great indignation
Ste. So is mine. Do you heare Monster: If I shouldTake a displeasure against you: Looke you
Trin. Thou wert but a lost Monster
Cal. Good my Lord, giue me thy fauour stil,Be patient, for the prize Ile bring thee tooShall hudwinke this mischance: therefore speake softly,All's husht as midnight yet
Trin. I, but to loose our bottles in the Poole
Ste. There is not onely disgrace and dishonor in thatMonster, but an infinite losse
Tr. That's more to me then my wetting:Yet this is your harmlesse Fairy, Monster
Ste. I will fetch off my bottle,Though I be o're eares for my labour
Cal. Pre-thee (my King) be quiet. Seest thou heereThis is the mouth o'th Cell: no noise, and enter:Do that good mischeefe, which may make this IslandThine owne for euer, and I thy CalibanFor aye thy foot-licker
Ste. Giue me thy hand,I do begin to haue bloody thoughts
Trin. O King Stephano, O Peere: O worthy Stephano,Looke what a wardrobe heere is for thee
Cal. Let it alone thou foole, it is but trash
Tri. Oh, ho, Monster: wee know what belongs to afrippery, O King Stephano
Ste. Put off that gowne (Trinculo) by this hand Ilehaue that gowne
Tri. Thy grace shall haue it
Cal. The dropsie drowne this foole, what doe you meaneTo doate thus on such luggage? let's aloneAnd doe the murther first: if he awake,From toe to crowne hee'l fill our skins with pinches,Make vs strange stuffe
Ste. Be you quiet (Monster) Mistris line, is not this my Ierkin? how is the Ierkin vnder the line: now Ierkin you are like to lose your haire, & proue a bald Ierkin
Trin. Doe, doe; we steale by lyne and leuell, and'tlike your grace
Ste. I thank thee for that iest; heer's a garment for't:Wit shall not goe vn-rewarded while I am King of thisCountry: Steale by line and leuell, is an excellent passeof pate: there's another garment for't
Tri. Monster, come put some Lime vpon your fingers,and away with the rest
Cal. I will haue none on't: we shall loose our time,And all be turn'd to Barnacles, or to ApesWith foreheads villanous low
Ste. Monster, lay to your fingers: helpe to beare this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or Ile turne you out of my kingdome: goe to, carry this
Tri. And this
Ste. I, and this.
A noyse of Hunters heard. Enter diuers Spirits in shape of DogsandHounds, hunting them about: Prospero and Ariel setting them on.
Pro. Hey Mountaine, hey
Ari. Siluer: there it goes, Siluer
Pro. Fury, Fury: there Tyrant, there: harke, harke.Goe, charge my Goblins that they grinde their ioyntsWith dry Convultions, shorten vp their sinewesWith aged Cramps, & more pinch-spotted make them,Then Pard, or Cat o' Mountaine
Ari. Harke, they rore
Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this houreLies at my mercy all mine enemies:Shortly shall all my labours end, and thouShalt haue the ayre at freedome: for a littleFollow, and doe me seruice.
Exeunt.
Actus quintus: Scoena Prima.
Enter Prospero (in his Magicke robes) and Ariel.
Pro. Now do's my Proiect gather to a head:My charmes cracke not: my Spirits obey, and TimeGoes vpright with his carriage: how's the day?
Ar. On the sixt hower, at which time, my LordYou said our worke should cease
Pro. I did say so,When first I rais'd the Tempest: say my Spirit,How fares the King, and's followers?
Ar. Confin'd togetherIn the same fashion, as you gaue in charge,Iust as you left them; all prisoners SirIn the Line-groue which weather-fends your Cell,They cannot boudge till your release: The King,His Brother, and yours, abide all three distracted,And the remainder mourning ouer them,Brim full of sorrow, and dismay: but chieflyHim that you term'd Sir, the good old Lord Gonzallo,His teares runs downe his beard like winters dropsFrom eaues of reeds: your charm so strongly works 'emThat if you now beheld them, your affectionsWould become tender
Pro. Dost thou thinke so, Spirit?
Ar. Mine would, Sir, were I humane
Pro. And mine shall.Hast thou (which art but aire) a touch, a feelingOf their afflictions, and shall not my selfe,One of their kinde, that rellish all as sharpely,Passion as they, be kindlier mou'd then thou art?Thogh with their high wrongs I am strook to th' quick,Yet, with my nobler reason, gainst my furieDoe I take part: the rarer Action isIn vertue, then in vengeance: they, being penitent,The sole drift of my purpose doth extendNot a frowne further: Goe, release them Ariell,My Charmes Ile breake, their sences Ile restore,And they shall be themselues
Ar. Ile fetch them, Sir.
Enter.
Pro. Ye Elues of hils, brooks, sta[n]ding lakes & groues,And ye, that on the sands with printlesse footeDoe chase the ebbingNeptune, and doe flie himWhen he comes backe: you demy-Puppets, thatBy Moone-shine doe the greene sowre Ringlets make,Whereof the Ewe not bites: and you, whose pastimeIs to make midnight-Mushrumps, that reioyceTo heare the solemne Curfewe, by whose ayde(Weake Masters though ye be) I haue bedymn'dThe Noone-tide Sun, call'd forth the mutenous windes,And twixt the greene Sea, and the azur'd vaultSet roaring warre: To the dread ratling ThunderHaue I giuen fire, and rifted Ioues stowt OkeWith his owne Bolt: The strong bass'd promontorieHaue I made shake, and by the spurs pluckt vpThe Pyne, and Cedar. Graues at my commandHaue wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forthBy my so potent Art. But this rough MagickeI heere abiure: and when I haue requir'dSome heauenly Musicke (which euen now I do)To worke mine end vpon their Sences, thatThis Ayrie-charme is for, I'le breake my staffe,Bury it certaine fadomes in the earth,And deeper then did euer Plummet soundIle drowne my booke.
Solemne musicke.
Heere enters Ariel before: Then Alonso with a franticke gesture, attended by Gonzalo. Sebastian and Anthonio in like manner attended by Adrian and Francisco: They all enter the circle which Prospero had made, and there stand charm'd: which Prospero obseruing, speakes.
A solemne Ayre, and the best comforter,To an vnsetled fancie, Cure thy braines(Now vselesse) boile within thy skull: there standFor you are Spell-stopt.Holy Gonzallo, Honourable man,Mine eyes ev'n sociable to the shew of thineFall fellowly drops: The charme dissolues apace,And as the morning steales vpon the night(Melting the darkenesse) so their rising sencesBegin to chace the ignorant fumes that mantleTheir cleerer reason. O good GonzalloMy true preseruer, and a loyall Sir,To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy gracesHome both in word, and deede: Most cruellyDid thou Alonso, vse me, and my daughter:Thy brother was a furtherer in the Act,Thou art pinch'd for't now Sebastian. Flesh, and bloud,You, brother mine, that entertaine ambition,Expelld remorse, and nature, whom, with Sebastian(Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong)Would heere haue kill'd your King: I do forgiue thee,Vnnaturall though thou art: Their vnderstandingBegins to swell, and the approching tideWill shortly fill the reasonable shoreThat now ly foule, and muddy: not one of themThat yet lookes on me, or would know me: Ariell,Fetch me the Hat, and Rapier in my Cell,I will discase me, and my selfe presentAs I was sometime Millaine: quickly Spirit,Thou shalt ere long be free.
Ariell sings, and helps to attire him.
Where the Bee sucks, there suck I,In a Cowslips bell, I lie,There I cowch when Owles doe crie,On the Batts backe I doe flieafter Sommer merrily.Merrily, merrily, shall I liue now,Vnder the blossom that hangs on the Bow
Pro. Why that's my dainty Ariell: I shall misseThee, but yet thou shalt haue freedome: so, so, so,To the Kings ship, inuisible as thou art,There shalt thou finde the Marriners asleepeVnder the Hatches: the Master and the Boat-swaineBeing awake, enforce them to this place;And presently, I pre'thee
Ar. I drinke the aire before me, and returneOr ere your pulse twice beate.
Enter.
Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazementInhabits heere: some heauenly power guide vsOut of this fearefull Country
Pro. Behold Sir KingThe wronged Duke of Millaine, Prospero:For more assurance that a liuing PrinceDo's now speake to thee, I embrace thy body,And to thee, and thy Company, I bidA hearty welcome
Alo. Where thou bee'st he or no,Or some inchanted triflle to abuse me,(As late I haue beene) I not know: thy PulseBeats as of flesh, and blood: and since I saw thee,Th' affliction of my minde amends, with whichI feare a madnesse held me: this must craue(And if this be at all) a most strange story.Thy Dukedome I resigne, and doe entreatThou pardon me my wrongs: But how shold ProsperoBe liuing, and be heere?
Pro. First, noble Frend,Let me embrace thine age, whose honor cannotBe measur'd, or confin'd
Gonz. Whether this be,Or be not, I'le not sweare
Pro. You doe yet tasteSome subtleties o'th' Isle, that will nor let youBeleeue things certaine: Wellcome, my friends all,But you, my brace of Lords, were I so mindedI heere could plucke his Highnesse frowne vpon youAnd iustifie you Traitors: at this timeI will tell no tales
Seb. The Diuell speakes in him:
Pro. No:For you (most wicked Sir) whom to call brotherWould euen infect my mouth, I do forgiueThy rankest fault; all of them: and requireMy Dukedome of thee, which, perforce I knowThou must restore
Alo. If thou beest ProsperoGiue vs particulars of thy preseruation,How thou hast met vs heere, whom three howres sinceWere wrackt vpon this shore? where I haue lost(How sharp the point of this remembrance is)My deere sonne Ferdinand
Pro. I am woe for't, Sir
Alo. Irreparable is the losse, and patienceSaies, it is past her cure
Pro. I rather thinkeYou haue not sought her helpe, of whose soft graceFor the like losse, I haue her soueraigne aid,And rest my selfe content
Alo. You the like losse?
Pro. As great to me, as late, and supportableTo make the deere losse, haue I meanes much weakerThen you may call to comfort you; for IHaue lost my daughter
Alo. A daughter?Oh heauens, that they were liuing both in NaplesThe King and Queene there, that they were, I wishMy selfe were mudded in that oozie bedWhere my sonne lies: when did you lose your daughter?
Pro. In this last Tempest. I perceiue these LordsAt this encounter doe so much admire,That they deuoure their reason, and scarce thinkeTheir eies doe offices of Truth: Their wordsAre naturall breath: but howsoeu'r you haueBeene iustled from your sences, know for certainThat I am Prospero, and that very DukeWhich was thrust forth of Millaine, who most strangelyVpon this shore (where you were wrackt) was landedTo be the Lord on't: No more yet of this,For 'tis a Chronicle of day by day,Not a relation for a break-fast, norBefitting this first meeting: Welcome, Sir;This Cell's my Court: heere haue I few attendants,And Subiects none abroad: pray you looke in:My Dukedome since you haue giuen me againe,I will requite you with as good a thing,At least bring forth a wonder, to content yeAs much, as me my Dukedome.