Pros.Shake it off. Come on;We’ll visit Caliban my slave, who neverYields us kind answer.Mir.’Tis a villain, sir,I do not love to look on.Pros.310But, as ’tis,We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,Fetch in our wood, andserves in officesThat profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!Thou earth, thou! speak.Cal.[within] There’s wood enough within.315Pros.Come forth, I say! there’s other business for thee:Come, thou tortoise!when?Re-enterAriellike a water-nymph.Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,Hark in thine ear.Ari.My lord, it shall be done.Exit.Pros.Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself320Upon thy wicked dam,come forth!EnterCaliban.Cal.As wicked dew as e’er my mother brush’dWith raven’s feather from unwholesome fenDrop on you both! a south-west blow on yeAnd blister you all o’er!I. 2. 325Pros.For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchinsShall, for that vast of night that they may work,All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch’dAs thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stingingThan bees that made ’em.Cal.330I must eat my dinner.This island’s mine, by Sycorax my mother,Which thou takest from me. When thoucamestfirst,Thou strokedst me, andmadestmuch of me; wouldst give meWater with berries in’t; and teach me how335To name the bigger light, and how the less,That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee,And show’d thee all the qualities o’ th’ isle,The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:Curs’d be I thatdid so! All the charms340Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!For I am all the subjects that you have,Whichfirst was mine own king: and here you sty meIn this hard rock, whiles you do keep from meThe rest o’ th’ island.Pros.Thou most lying slave,345Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodgedtheeIn mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violateThe honour of my child.Cal.O ho, O ho!would ’thad been done!I. 2. 350Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled elseThis isle with Calibans.Pros.Abhorred slave,Which any print of goodnesswiltnot take,Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour355One thing or other: when thoudidst not, savage,Knowthine own meaning, butwouldstgabble likeA thing most brutish, I endow’d thy purposesWith words that made them known. But thy vile race,Though thou didst learn, had that in’t which good natures360Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thouDeservedly confined into this rock,Who hadst deserved more than a prison.Cal.You taught me language; and my profit on’tIs, I know how to curse. The red plague rid youFor learning me your language!Pros.365Hag-seed, hence!Fetch us in fuel; and be quick,thou’rtbest,To answer other business. Shrug’st thou, malice?If thou neglect’st, or dost unwillinglyWhat I command, I’ll rack thee with old cramps,370Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar,That beasts shall tremble at thy din.Cal.No, pray thee.[Aside] I must obey: his art is of such power,It would control my dam’s god, Setebos,And make a vassal of him.Pros.So, slave; hence!Exit Caliban.Re-enterAriel, invisible, playing and singing;Ferdinandfollowing.Ariel’ssong.I. 2. 375Come unto these yellow sands,And then take hands:Courtsied when you have and kiss’dThe wild waves whist:Foot it featly here and there;380And, sweet sprites,the burthen bear.Burthen[dispersedly].Hark, hark!Bow-wow.The watch-dogs bark:Bow-wow.Ari.Hark, hark! I hear385The strain of strutting chanticleerCry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.Fer.Where should this music be?i’ th’ air or th’ earth?It sounds no more: and, sure, it waits uponSome god o’ th’ island. Sitting on a bank,390Weepingagainthe king my father’s wreck,This music crept by me upon the waters,Allaying both their fury and my passionWith its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it.Or it hath drawn me rather. But ’tis gone.395No, it begins again.Arielsings.Full fathom five thy father lies;Of his bones are coral made;Those are pearls that were his eyes:Nothing of him that doth fade,I. 2. 400But doth suffer a sea-changeInto something rich and strange.Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:Burthen:Ding-dong.Ari.Hark! now I hear them,—Ding-dong, bell.405Fer.The ditty does remember my drown’d father.This is no mortal business, nor no soundThat the earthowes:—I hear it now above me.Pros.The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,And say what thou seest yond.Mir.What is’t? a spirit?410Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,It carries a brave form. But ’tis a spirit.Pros.No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such sensesAs we have, such. This gallant which thou seestWas in the wreck; and, but he’s something stain’d415With grief, that’s beauty’s canker, thou mightst call himA goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,And strays about to find ’em.Mir.I might call himA thing divine; for nothing naturalI ever saw so noble.Pros.[Aside]It goes on, I see,420As my soul prompts it. Spirit,fine spirit!I’ll free theeWithin two days for this.Fer.Most sure, the goddessOn whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayerMay know if you remain upon this island;And that you will some good instruction giveI. 2. 425How I may bear me here: my prime request,Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!If you bemaidor no?Mir.No wonder, sir;But certainly a maid.Fer.My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech,Were I but where ’tis spoken.Pros.430How? the best?What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?Fer.A single thing, as I am now, that wondersTo hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;And that he does I weep: myself am Naples,435Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheldThe king my father wreck’d.Mir.Alack, for mercy!Fer.Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of MilanAnd his brave son being twain.Pros.[Aside]The Duke of MilanAnd his more braver daughter could control thee,440If now ’twere fit to do’t. At the first sightThey have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel,I’ll set thee free for this. [To Fer.] A word, good sir;I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.Mir.Why speaks my father soungently? This445Is the third man that e’er I saw; the firstThat e’er I sigh’d for: pity move my fatherTo be inclined my way!Fer.O, if a virgin,And your affection not gone forth, I’ll make youThe queen of Naples.Pros.Soft, sir! one word more.I. 2. 450[Aside] They are both in either’s powers: but this swift businessI must uneasy make,lesttoo light winningMake the prize light. [To Fer.]Oneword more;I charge theeThat thou attend me: thou dost here usurpThe name thou owest not; and hast put thyself455Upon this island as a spy, to win itFrom me, the lord on’t.Fer.No, as I am a man.Mir.There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:If the ill spirit have so fair a house,Good things will strive to dwell with’t.Pros.Follow me.460Speak not you for him; he’s a traitor. Come;I’ll manacle thy neck and feet together:Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall beThe fresh-brook muscles, wither’d roots, and husksWherein the acorn cradled. Follow.Fer.No;465I will resist such entertainment tillMine enemy has more power.Draws, and is charmed from moving.Mir.O dear father,Make not too rash a trial of him, forHe’s gentle,andnot fearful.Pros.What! I say,Myfootmy tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;470Whomakesta show, but darest not strike, thy conscienceIssopossess’d with guilt: come from thy ward;For I can here disarm thee with this stickAnd make thy weapon drop.Mir.Beseech you, father.Pros.Hence! hang not on my garments.Mir.Sir, have pity;I’ll be his surety.Pros.I. 2. 475Silence! one word moreShall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!An advocate for an impostor! hush!Thou think’st thereisno more such shapes as he,Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!480To the most of men this is a Caliban,And they to him are angels.Mir.My affectionsAre, then, most humble; I have no ambitionTo see a goodlier man.Pros.Come on; obey:Thy nerves are in their infancy again,And have no vigour in them.Fer.485So they are:My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.My father’s loss, the weakness which I feel,The wreck of all my friends,northis man’s threats,To whom I am subdued,arebut light to me,490Might I but through my prison once a dayBehold this maid: all corners else o’ th’ earthLet liberty make use of; space enoughHave I in such a prison.Pros.[Aside]It works. [To Fer.] Come on.Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! [To Fer.] Follow me.[To Ari.] Hark what thou else shalt do me.Mir.495Be of comfort;My father’s of a better nature, sir,Than he appears by speech: this is unwontedWhich now came from him.Pros.Thou shalt be as freeAs mountain winds: but then exactly doAll points of my command.Ari.I. 2. 500To the syllable.Pros.Come, follow. Speak not for him.Exeunt.ACT II.II. 1Scene I.Another part of the island.EnterAlonso,Sebastian,Antonio,Gonzalo,Adrian,Francisco, and others.Gon.Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause,So have we all, of joy; for our escapeIs much beyond our loss. Ourhintof woeIs common; every day, some sailor’s wife,5Themastersof some merchant, and the merchant,Have just our themeof woe; but for the miracle,I mean our preservation, few in millionsCan speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weighOur sorrow with our comfort.Alon.Prithee, peace.10Seb.He receives comfort like cold porridge.Ant.Thevisitorwill not givehimo’er so.Seb.Look, he’s winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.Gon.Sir,—15Seb.One: tell.Gon.When every grief isentertain’d that’s offer’d,Comesto the entertainer—Seb.A dollar.Gon.Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have spoken20truer than you purposed.Seb.You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.Gon.Therefore, my lord,—Ant.Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!Alon.I prithee, spare.II. 1. 25Gon.Well, I have done: but yet,—Seb.He will be talking.Ant.Which,of heor Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow?Seb.The old cock.30Ant.The cockerel.Seb.Done. The wager?Ant.A laughter.Seb.A match!Adr.Though this island seem to be desert,—35Seb.Ha, ha, ha!—So, you’re paid.Adr.Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,—Seb.Yet,—Adr.Yet,—Ant.He could not miss’t.40Adr.It must needs be of subtle, tender and delicate temperance.Ant.Temperance was a delicate wench.Seb.Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered.Adr.The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.45Seb.As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.Ant.Or as ’twere perfumed by a fen.Gon.Here is every thing advantageous to life.Ant.True; save means to live.Seb.Of that there’s none, or little.II. 1. 50Gon.How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!Ant.The ground, indeed, is tawny.Seb.With an eye of green in’t.Ant.He misses not much.Seb.No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.55Gon.But the rarity of it is,—which is indeed almost beyond credit,—Seb.As many vouched rarities are.Gon.That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their freshness and glosses,60being rather new-dyed than stained with salt water.Ant.If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say he lies?Seb.Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.Gon.Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when65we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the king’s fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.Seb.’Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.Adr.Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon70to their queen.Gon.Not since widow Dido’s time.Ant.Widow! a pox o’ that! How came that widow in? widow Dido!Seb.What if he had said ‘widower Æneas’ too? GoodII. 1. 75Lord, how you take it!Adr.‘Widow Dido’ said you? you make me study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.Gon.This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.Adr.Carthage?80Gon.I assure you, Carthage.Seb.His word is more than the miraculous harp; he hath raised the wall, and houses too.Ant.What impossible matter will he make easy next?Seb.I think he will carry this island home in his85pocket, and give it his son for an apple.Ant.And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands.Gon.Ay.Ant.Why, in good time.90Gon.Sir, we were talking that our garments seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen.Ant.And the rarest that e’er came there.Seb.Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.95Ant.O, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido.Gon.Is not,sir, my doubletas fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.Ant.That sort was well fished for.Gon.When I wore it at your daughter’s marriage?II. 1. 100Alon.You cram these words into mine ears againstThe stomach of my sense. Would I had neverMarried my daughter there! for, coming thence,My son is lost, and, in my rate, she too.Who is so far from Italy removed105I ne’er again shall see her. O thou mine heirOf Naples and of Milan, what strange fishHath made his meal on thee?Fran.Sir, he may live:I saw him beat the surges under him,And ride upon their backs; he trod the water.110Whose enmity he flung aside, and breastedThe surge most swoln that met him; his bold head’Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar’dHimself with his good arms in lustystrokeTo the shore, that o’er his wave-worn basis bow’d,115As stooping to relieve him: I not doubtHe came alive to land.Alon.No, no, he’s gone.Seb.Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss,That would not bless our Europe with your daughter,But rather lose her to an African;120Where she, at least, is banish’d from your eye,Who hath cause to wet the grief on’t.Alon.Prithee, peace.Seb.You were kneel’d to, and importuned otherwise,By all of us; and the fair soul herselfWeigh’dbetween loathness and obedience,atII. 1. 125Which endo’ thebeamshouldbow. We have lost your son,I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples haveMore widows in them of this business’ makingThan we bring men to comfort them:The fault’s your own.Alon.So is the dear’st o’ the loss.130Gon.My lord Sebastian,The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,And time to speak it in: you rub the sore,When you should bring the plaster.Seb.Very well.Ant.And most chirurgeonly.135Gon.It is foul weather in us all, good sir,When you are cloudy.Seb.Foul weather?Ant.Very foul.Gon.Had Iplantationof this isle, my lord,—Ant.He’ld sow’t with nettle-seed.Seb.Or docks, or mallows.Gon.And were the kingon’t, what would I do?140Seb.’Scape being drunk for want of wine.Gon.I’ the commonwealth I would by contrariesExecute all things; for no kind of trafficWould I admit; no name of magistrate;Letters should not be known;riches, poverty,145And use of service, none;contract, succession,Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard,none;No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;No occupation; all men idle, all;And women too, but innocent and pure;II. 1. 150No sovereignty;—Seb.Yet he would be king on’t.Ant.The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.Gon.All things in common nature should produceWithout sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,155Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,Ofitsown kind, all foison, all abundance,To feed my innocent people.Seb.No marrying ’mong his subjects?160Ant.None, man; all idle; whores and knaves.Gon.I would with such perfection govern, sir,To excel the golden age.Seb.’Savehis majesty!Ant.Long live Gonzalo!Gon.And,—do you mark me, sir?Alon.Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.165Gon.I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that they always use to laugh at nothing.Ant.’Twas you we laughed at.Gon.Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to170you: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.Ant.What a blow was there given!Seb.An it had not fallen flat-long.Gon.You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in itII. 1. 175five weeks without changing.EnterAriel(invisible) playing solemn music.Seb.We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.Ant.Nay, good my lord, be not angry.Gon.No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very180heavy?Ant.Go sleep, and hear us.All sleep except Alon., Seb., and Ant.Alon.What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyesWould, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I findThey are inclined to do so.Seb.Please you, sir,185Do not omit the heavy offer of it:It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,It is a comforter.Ant.We two, my lord,Will guard your person while you take your rest,And watch your safety.Alon.Thank you.—Wondrous heavy.Alonso sleeps.Exit Ariel.190Seb.What a strange drowsiness possesses them!Ant.It is the quality o’ the climate.Seb.WhyDoth it not then our eyelids sink? Ifind notMyself disposed to sleep.Ant.Nor I; my spirits are nimble.They fell together all, as by consent;195They dropp’d, as by a thunder-stroke. What might,Worthy Sebastian?—O, what might?—No more:—And yet methinks I see it in thy face,What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee; andMy strong imagination sees a crownDropping upon thy head.Seb.II. 1. 200What, art thou waking?Ant.Do you not hear me speak?Seb.I do; and surelyIt is a sleepy language, and thou speak’stOut of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say?This is a strange repose, to be asleep205With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,And yet so fast asleep.Ant.Noble Sebastian,Thou let’st thy fortune sleep—die, rather; wink’stWhiles thou art waking.Seb.Thou dost snore distinctly;There’s meaning in thy snores.210Ant.I am more serious than my custom: youMust beso too, if heedme; which to doTrebles thee o’er.Seb.Well, I am standing water.Ant.I’ll teach you how to flow.Seb.Do so: to ebbHereditary sloth instructs me.Ant.O,215If you but knew how you the purpose cherishWhiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,Most often do so near the bottom runBy their own fear or sloth.
Pros.Shake it off. Come on;We’ll visit Caliban my slave, who neverYields us kind answer.
Pros.
Shake it off. Come on;
We’ll visit Caliban my slave, who never
Yields us kind answer.
Mir.’Tis a villain, sir,I do not love to look on.
Mir.
’Tis a villain, sir,
I do not love to look on.
Pros.310But, as ’tis,We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,Fetch in our wood, andserves in officesThat profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!Thou earth, thou! speak.
Pros.
310But, as ’tis,
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood, andserves in offices
That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.
Cal.[within] There’s wood enough within.
Cal.[within] There’s wood enough within.
315Pros.Come forth, I say! there’s other business for thee:Come, thou tortoise!when?
315Pros.Come forth, I say! there’s other business for thee:
Come, thou tortoise!when?
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,Hark in thine ear.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.
Ari.
My lord, it shall be done.Exit.
Pros.Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself320Upon thy wicked dam,come forth!
Pros.Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
320Upon thy wicked dam,come forth!
Cal.As wicked dew as e’er my mother brush’dWith raven’s feather from unwholesome fenDrop on you both! a south-west blow on yeAnd blister you all o’er!
Cal.As wicked dew as e’er my mother brush’d
With raven’s feather from unwholesome fen
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye
And blister you all o’er!
I. 2. 325Pros.For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchinsShall, for that vast of night that they may work,All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch’dAs thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stingingThan bees that made ’em.
I. 2. 325Pros.For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch’d
As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made ’em.
Cal.330I must eat my dinner.This island’s mine, by Sycorax my mother,Which thou takest from me. When thoucamestfirst,Thou strokedst me, andmadestmuch of me; wouldst give meWater with berries in’t; and teach me how335To name the bigger light, and how the less,That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee,And show’d thee all the qualities o’ th’ isle,The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:Curs’d be I thatdid so! All the charms340Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!For I am all the subjects that you have,Whichfirst was mine own king: and here you sty meIn this hard rock, whiles you do keep from meThe rest o’ th’ island.
Cal.
330I must eat my dinner.
This island’s mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou takest from me. When thoucamestfirst,
Thou strokedst me, andmadestmuch of me; wouldst give me
Water with berries in’t; and teach me how
335To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee,
And show’d thee all the qualities o’ th’ isle,
The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:
Curs’d be I thatdid so! All the charms
340Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Whichfirst was mine own king: and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest o’ th’ island.
Pros.Thou most lying slave,345Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodgedtheeIn mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violateThe honour of my child.
Pros.
Thou most lying slave,
345Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodgedthee
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honour of my child.
Cal.O ho, O ho!would ’thad been done!I. 2. 350Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled elseThis isle with Calibans.
Cal.O ho, O ho!would ’thad been done!
I. 2. 350Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.
Pros.Abhorred slave,Which any print of goodnesswiltnot take,Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour355One thing or other: when thoudidst not, savage,Knowthine own meaning, butwouldstgabble likeA thing most brutish, I endow’d thy purposesWith words that made them known. But thy vile race,Though thou didst learn, had that in’t which good natures360Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thouDeservedly confined into this rock,Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
Pros.
Abhorred slave,
Which any print of goodnesswiltnot take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
355One thing or other: when thoudidst not, savage,
Knowthine own meaning, butwouldstgabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow’d thy purposes
With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in’t which good natures
360Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confined into this rock,
Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
Cal.You taught me language; and my profit on’tIs, I know how to curse. The red plague rid youFor learning me your language!
Cal.You taught me language; and my profit on’t
Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
For learning me your language!
Pros.365Hag-seed, hence!Fetch us in fuel; and be quick,thou’rtbest,To answer other business. Shrug’st thou, malice?If thou neglect’st, or dost unwillinglyWhat I command, I’ll rack thee with old cramps,370Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar,That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
Pros.
365Hag-seed, hence!
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick,thou’rtbest,
To answer other business. Shrug’st thou, malice?
If thou neglect’st, or dost unwillingly
What I command, I’ll rack thee with old cramps,
370Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar,
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
Cal.No, pray thee.[Aside] I must obey: his art is of such power,It would control my dam’s god, Setebos,And make a vassal of him.
Cal.
No, pray thee.
[Aside] I must obey: his art is of such power,
It would control my dam’s god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.
Pros.
So, slave; hence!Exit Caliban.
I. 2. 375Come unto these yellow sands,And then take hands:Courtsied when you have and kiss’dThe wild waves whist:Foot it featly here and there;380And, sweet sprites,the burthen bear.
I. 2. 375Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Courtsied when you have and kiss’d
The wild waves whist:
Foot it featly here and there;
380And, sweet sprites,the burthen bear.
Burthen[dispersedly].Hark, hark!Bow-wow.The watch-dogs bark:Bow-wow.
Burthen[dispersedly].Hark, hark!
Bow-wow.
The watch-dogs bark:
Bow-wow.
Ari.Hark, hark! I hear385The strain of strutting chanticleerCry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
Ari.Hark, hark! I hear
385The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
Fer.Where should this music be?i’ th’ air or th’ earth?It sounds no more: and, sure, it waits uponSome god o’ th’ island. Sitting on a bank,390Weepingagainthe king my father’s wreck,This music crept by me upon the waters,Allaying both their fury and my passionWith its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it.Or it hath drawn me rather. But ’tis gone.395No, it begins again.
Fer.Where should this music be?i’ th’ air or th’ earth?
It sounds no more: and, sure, it waits upon
Some god o’ th’ island. Sitting on a bank,
390Weepingagainthe king my father’s wreck,
This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion
With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it.
Or it hath drawn me rather. But ’tis gone.
395No, it begins again.
Full fathom five thy father lies;Of his bones are coral made;Those are pearls that were his eyes:Nothing of him that doth fade,I. 2. 400But doth suffer a sea-changeInto something rich and strange.Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
I. 2. 400But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Burthen:Ding-dong.
Burthen:Ding-dong.
Ari.Hark! now I hear them,—Ding-dong, bell.
405Fer.The ditty does remember my drown’d father.This is no mortal business, nor no soundThat the earthowes:—I hear it now above me.
405Fer.The ditty does remember my drown’d father.
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earthowes:—I hear it now above me.
Pros.The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,And say what thou seest yond.
Pros.The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
And say what thou seest yond.
Mir.What is’t? a spirit?410Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,It carries a brave form. But ’tis a spirit.
Mir.
What is’t? a spirit?
410Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form. But ’tis a spirit.
Pros.No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such sensesAs we have, such. This gallant which thou seestWas in the wreck; and, but he’s something stain’d415With grief, that’s beauty’s canker, thou mightst call himA goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,And strays about to find ’em.
Pros.No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses
As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest
Was in the wreck; and, but he’s something stain’d
415With grief, that’s beauty’s canker, thou mightst call him
A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,
And strays about to find ’em.
Mir.I might call himA thing divine; for nothing naturalI ever saw so noble.
Mir.
I might call him
A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.
Pros.[Aside]It goes on, I see,420As my soul prompts it. Spirit,fine spirit!I’ll free theeWithin two days for this.
Pros.[Aside]
It goes on, I see,
420As my soul prompts it. Spirit,fine spirit!I’ll free thee
Within two days for this.
Fer.Most sure, the goddessOn whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayerMay know if you remain upon this island;And that you will some good instruction giveI. 2. 425How I may bear me here: my prime request,Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!If you bemaidor no?
Fer.
Most sure, the goddess
On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer
May know if you remain upon this island;
And that you will some good instruction give
I. 2. 425How I may bear me here: my prime request,
Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
If you bemaidor no?
Mir.No wonder, sir;But certainly a maid.
Mir.
No wonder, sir;
But certainly a maid.
Fer.My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech,Were I but where ’tis spoken.
Fer.
My language! heavens!
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where ’tis spoken.
Pros.430How? the best?What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
Pros.
430How? the best?
What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
Fer.A single thing, as I am now, that wondersTo hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;And that he does I weep: myself am Naples,435Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheldThe king my father wreck’d.
Fer.A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;
And that he does I weep: myself am Naples,
435Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld
The king my father wreck’d.
Mir.
Alack, for mercy!
Fer.Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of MilanAnd his brave son being twain.
Fer.Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan
And his brave son being twain.
Pros.[Aside]The Duke of MilanAnd his more braver daughter could control thee,440If now ’twere fit to do’t. At the first sightThey have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel,I’ll set thee free for this. [To Fer.] A word, good sir;I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
Pros.[Aside]
The Duke of Milan
And his more braver daughter could control thee,
440If now ’twere fit to do’t. At the first sight
They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel,
I’ll set thee free for this. [To Fer.] A word, good sir;
I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
Mir.Why speaks my father soungently? This445Is the third man that e’er I saw; the firstThat e’er I sigh’d for: pity move my fatherTo be inclined my way!
Mir.Why speaks my father soungently? This
445Is the third man that e’er I saw; the first
That e’er I sigh’d for: pity move my father
To be inclined my way!
Fer.O, if a virgin,And your affection not gone forth, I’ll make youThe queen of Naples.
Fer.
O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I’ll make you
The queen of Naples.
Pros.Soft, sir! one word more.I. 2. 450[Aside] They are both in either’s powers: but this swift businessI must uneasy make,lesttoo light winningMake the prize light. [To Fer.]Oneword more;I charge theeThat thou attend me: thou dost here usurpThe name thou owest not; and hast put thyself455Upon this island as a spy, to win itFrom me, the lord on’t.
Pros.
Soft, sir! one word more.
I. 2. 450[Aside] They are both in either’s powers: but this swift business
I must uneasy make,lesttoo light winning
Make the prize light. [To Fer.]Oneword more;I charge thee
That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself
455Upon this island as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on’t.
Fer.
No, as I am a man.
Mir.There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:If the ill spirit have so fair a house,Good things will strive to dwell with’t.
Mir.There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with’t.
Pros.Follow me.460Speak not you for him; he’s a traitor. Come;I’ll manacle thy neck and feet together:Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall beThe fresh-brook muscles, wither’d roots, and husksWherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
Pros.
Follow me.
460Speak not you for him; he’s a traitor. Come;
I’ll manacle thy neck and feet together:
Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither’d roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
Fer.No;465I will resist such entertainment tillMine enemy has more power.Draws, and is charmed from moving.
Fer.
No;
465I will resist such entertainment till
Mine enemy has more power.Draws, and is charmed from moving.
Mir.O dear father,Make not too rash a trial of him, forHe’s gentle,andnot fearful.
Mir.
O dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He’s gentle,andnot fearful.
Pros.What! I say,Myfootmy tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;470Whomakesta show, but darest not strike, thy conscienceIssopossess’d with guilt: come from thy ward;For I can here disarm thee with this stickAnd make thy weapon drop.
Pros.
What! I say,
Myfootmy tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;
470Whomakesta show, but darest not strike, thy conscience
Issopossess’d with guilt: come from thy ward;
For I can here disarm thee with this stick
And make thy weapon drop.
Mir.
Beseech you, father.
Pros.Hence! hang not on my garments.
Mir.Sir, have pity;I’ll be his surety.
Mir.
Sir, have pity;
I’ll be his surety.
Pros.I. 2. 475Silence! one word moreShall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!An advocate for an impostor! hush!Thou think’st thereisno more such shapes as he,Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!480To the most of men this is a Caliban,And they to him are angels.
Pros.
I. 2. 475Silence! one word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
An advocate for an impostor! hush!
Thou think’st thereisno more such shapes as he,
Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!
480To the most of men this is a Caliban,
And they to him are angels.
Mir.My affectionsAre, then, most humble; I have no ambitionTo see a goodlier man.
Mir.
My affections
Are, then, most humble; I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.
Pros.Come on; obey:Thy nerves are in their infancy again,And have no vigour in them.
Pros.
Come on; obey:
Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
And have no vigour in them.
Fer.485So they are:My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.My father’s loss, the weakness which I feel,The wreck of all my friends,northis man’s threats,To whom I am subdued,arebut light to me,490Might I but through my prison once a dayBehold this maid: all corners else o’ th’ earthLet liberty make use of; space enoughHave I in such a prison.
Fer.
485So they are:
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father’s loss, the weakness which I feel,
The wreck of all my friends,northis man’s threats,
To whom I am subdued,arebut light to me,
490Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid: all corners else o’ th’ earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I in such a prison.
Pros.[Aside]It works. [To Fer.] Come on.Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! [To Fer.] Follow me.[To Ari.] Hark what thou else shalt do me.
Pros.[Aside]
It works. [To Fer.] Come on.
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! [To Fer.] Follow me.
[To Ari.] Hark what thou else shalt do me.
Mir.495Be of comfort;My father’s of a better nature, sir,Than he appears by speech: this is unwontedWhich now came from him.
Mir.
495Be of comfort;
My father’s of a better nature, sir,
Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted
Which now came from him.
Pros.Thou shalt be as freeAs mountain winds: but then exactly doAll points of my command.
Pros.
Thou shalt be as free
As mountain winds: but then exactly do
All points of my command.
Ari.I. 2. 500To the syllable.
Ari.
I. 2. 500To the syllable.
Pros.Come, follow. Speak not for him.Exeunt.
Gon.Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause,So have we all, of joy; for our escapeIs much beyond our loss. Ourhintof woeIs common; every day, some sailor’s wife,5Themastersof some merchant, and the merchant,Have just our themeof woe; but for the miracle,I mean our preservation, few in millionsCan speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weighOur sorrow with our comfort.
Gon.Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause,
So have we all, of joy; for our escape
Is much beyond our loss. Ourhintof woe
Is common; every day, some sailor’s wife,
5Themastersof some merchant, and the merchant,
Have just our themeof woe; but for the miracle,
I mean our preservation, few in millions
Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
Our sorrow with our comfort.
Alon.
Prithee, peace.
10Seb.He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Ant.Thevisitorwill not givehimo’er so.
Seb.Look, he’s winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
Gon.Sir,—
15Seb.One: tell.
Gon.When every grief isentertain’d that’s offer’d,Comesto the entertainer—
Gon.When every grief isentertain’d that’s offer’d,
Comesto the entertainer—
Seb.A dollar.
Gon.Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have spoken20truer than you purposed.
Seb.You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.
Gon.Therefore, my lord,—
Ant.Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!
Alon.I prithee, spare.
II. 1. 25Gon.Well, I have done: but yet,—
Seb.He will be talking.
Ant.Which,of heor Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow?
Seb.The old cock.
30Ant.The cockerel.
Seb.Done. The wager?
Ant.A laughter.
Seb.A match!
Adr.Though this island seem to be desert,—
35Seb.Ha, ha, ha!—So, you’re paid.
Adr.Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,—
Seb.Yet,—
Adr.Yet,—
Ant.He could not miss’t.
40Adr.It must needs be of subtle, tender and delicate temperance.
Ant.Temperance was a delicate wench.
Seb.Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered.
Adr.The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
45Seb.As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.
Ant.Or as ’twere perfumed by a fen.
Gon.Here is every thing advantageous to life.
Ant.True; save means to live.
Seb.Of that there’s none, or little.
II. 1. 50Gon.How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
Ant.The ground, indeed, is tawny.
Seb.With an eye of green in’t.
Ant.He misses not much.
Seb.No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
55Gon.But the rarity of it is,—which is indeed almost beyond credit,—
Seb.As many vouched rarities are.
Gon.That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their freshness and glosses,60being rather new-dyed than stained with salt water.
Ant.If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say he lies?
Seb.Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.
Gon.Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when65we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the king’s fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.
Seb.’Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.
Adr.Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon70to their queen.
Gon.Not since widow Dido’s time.
Ant.Widow! a pox o’ that! How came that widow in? widow Dido!
Seb.What if he had said ‘widower Æneas’ too? GoodII. 1. 75Lord, how you take it!
Adr.‘Widow Dido’ said you? you make me study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
Gon.This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
Adr.Carthage?
80Gon.I assure you, Carthage.
Seb.His word is more than the miraculous harp; he hath raised the wall, and houses too.
Ant.What impossible matter will he make easy next?
Seb.I think he will carry this island home in his85pocket, and give it his son for an apple.
Ant.And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands.
Gon.Ay.
Ant.Why, in good time.
90Gon.Sir, we were talking that our garments seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen.
Ant.And the rarest that e’er came there.
Seb.Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
95Ant.O, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido.
Gon.Is not,sir, my doubletas fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.
Ant.That sort was well fished for.
Gon.When I wore it at your daughter’s marriage?
II. 1. 100Alon.You cram these words into mine ears againstThe stomach of my sense. Would I had neverMarried my daughter there! for, coming thence,My son is lost, and, in my rate, she too.Who is so far from Italy removed105I ne’er again shall see her. O thou mine heirOf Naples and of Milan, what strange fishHath made his meal on thee?
II. 1. 100Alon.You cram these words into mine ears against
The stomach of my sense. Would I had never
Married my daughter there! for, coming thence,
My son is lost, and, in my rate, she too.
Who is so far from Italy removed
105I ne’er again shall see her. O thou mine heir
Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Hath made his meal on thee?
Fran.Sir, he may live:I saw him beat the surges under him,And ride upon their backs; he trod the water.110Whose enmity he flung aside, and breastedThe surge most swoln that met him; his bold head’Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar’dHimself with his good arms in lustystrokeTo the shore, that o’er his wave-worn basis bow’d,115As stooping to relieve him: I not doubtHe came alive to land.
Fran.
Sir, he may live:
I saw him beat the surges under him,
And ride upon their backs; he trod the water.
110Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted
The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head
’Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar’d
Himself with his good arms in lustystroke
To the shore, that o’er his wave-worn basis bow’d,
115As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt
He came alive to land.
Alon.
No, no, he’s gone.
Seb.Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss,That would not bless our Europe with your daughter,But rather lose her to an African;120Where she, at least, is banish’d from your eye,Who hath cause to wet the grief on’t.
Seb.Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss,
That would not bless our Europe with your daughter,
But rather lose her to an African;
120Where she, at least, is banish’d from your eye,
Who hath cause to wet the grief on’t.
Alon.
Prithee, peace.
Seb.You were kneel’d to, and importuned otherwise,By all of us; and the fair soul herselfWeigh’dbetween loathness and obedience,atII. 1. 125Which endo’ thebeamshouldbow. We have lost your son,I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples haveMore widows in them of this business’ makingThan we bring men to comfort them:The fault’s your own.
Seb.You were kneel’d to, and importuned otherwise,
By all of us; and the fair soul herself
Weigh’dbetween loathness and obedience,at
II. 1. 125Which endo’ thebeamshouldbow. We have lost your son,
I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have
More widows in them of this business’ making
Than we bring men to comfort them:
The fault’s your own.
Alon.
So is the dear’st o’ the loss.
130Gon.My lord Sebastian,The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,And time to speak it in: you rub the sore,When you should bring the plaster.
130Gon.My lord Sebastian,
The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness,
And time to speak it in: you rub the sore,
When you should bring the plaster.
Seb.
Very well.
Ant.And most chirurgeonly.
135Gon.It is foul weather in us all, good sir,When you are cloudy.
135Gon.It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
When you are cloudy.
Seb.
Foul weather?
Ant.
Very foul.
Gon.Had Iplantationof this isle, my lord,—
Ant.He’ld sow’t with nettle-seed.
Seb.
Or docks, or mallows.
Gon.And were the kingon’t, what would I do?
140Seb.’Scape being drunk for want of wine.
Gon.I’ the commonwealth I would by contrariesExecute all things; for no kind of trafficWould I admit; no name of magistrate;Letters should not be known;riches, poverty,145And use of service, none;contract, succession,Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard,none;No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;No occupation; all men idle, all;And women too, but innocent and pure;II. 1. 150No sovereignty;—
Gon.I’ the commonwealth I would by contraries
Execute all things; for no kind of traffic
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters should not be known;riches, poverty,
145And use of service, none;contract, succession,
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard,none;
No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;
No occupation; all men idle, all;
And women too, but innocent and pure;
II. 1. 150No sovereignty;—
Seb.
Yet he would be king on’t.
Ant.The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.
Gon.All things in common nature should produceWithout sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,155Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,Ofitsown kind, all foison, all abundance,To feed my innocent people.
Gon.All things in common nature should produce
Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,
155Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,
Ofitsown kind, all foison, all abundance,
To feed my innocent people.
Seb.No marrying ’mong his subjects?
160Ant.None, man; all idle; whores and knaves.
Gon.I would with such perfection govern, sir,To excel the golden age.
Gon.I would with such perfection govern, sir,
To excel the golden age.
Seb.
’Savehis majesty!
Ant.Long live Gonzalo!
Gon.
And,—do you mark me, sir?
Alon.Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.
165Gon.I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that they always use to laugh at nothing.
Ant.’Twas you we laughed at.
Gon.Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to170you: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.
Ant.What a blow was there given!
Seb.An it had not fallen flat-long.
Gon.You are gentlemen of brave mettle; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in itII. 1. 175five weeks without changing.
Seb.We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.
Ant.Nay, good my lord, be not angry.
Gon.No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very180heavy?
Ant.Go sleep, and hear us.
All sleep except Alon., Seb., and Ant.
Alon.What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyesWould, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I findThey are inclined to do so.
Alon.What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find
They are inclined to do so.
Seb.Please you, sir,185Do not omit the heavy offer of it:It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,It is a comforter.
Seb.
Please you, sir,
185Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.
Ant.We two, my lord,Will guard your person while you take your rest,And watch your safety.
Ant.
We two, my lord,
Will guard your person while you take your rest,
And watch your safety.
Alon.Thank you.—Wondrous heavy.
Alon.
Thank you.—Wondrous heavy.
Alonso sleeps.Exit Ariel.
190Seb.What a strange drowsiness possesses them!
Ant.It is the quality o’ the climate.
Seb.WhyDoth it not then our eyelids sink? Ifind notMyself disposed to sleep.
Seb.
Why
Doth it not then our eyelids sink? Ifind not
Myself disposed to sleep.
Ant.Nor I; my spirits are nimble.They fell together all, as by consent;195They dropp’d, as by a thunder-stroke. What might,Worthy Sebastian?—O, what might?—No more:—And yet methinks I see it in thy face,What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee; andMy strong imagination sees a crownDropping upon thy head.
Ant.
Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
They fell together all, as by consent;
195They dropp’d, as by a thunder-stroke. What might,
Worthy Sebastian?—O, what might?—No more:—
And yet methinks I see it in thy face,
What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee; and
My strong imagination sees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.
Seb.
II. 1. 200What, art thou waking?
Ant.Do you not hear me speak?
Seb.I do; and surelyIt is a sleepy language, and thou speak’stOut of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say?This is a strange repose, to be asleep205With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,And yet so fast asleep.
Seb.
I do; and surely
It is a sleepy language, and thou speak’st
Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say?
This is a strange repose, to be asleep
205With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
And yet so fast asleep.
Ant.Noble Sebastian,Thou let’st thy fortune sleep—die, rather; wink’stWhiles thou art waking.
Ant.
Noble Sebastian,
Thou let’st thy fortune sleep—die, rather; wink’st
Whiles thou art waking.
Seb.Thou dost snore distinctly;There’s meaning in thy snores.
Seb.
Thou dost snore distinctly;
There’s meaning in thy snores.
210Ant.I am more serious than my custom: youMust beso too, if heedme; which to doTrebles thee o’er.
210Ant.I am more serious than my custom: you
Must beso too, if heedme; which to do
Trebles thee o’er.
Seb.
Well, I am standing water.
Ant.I’ll teach you how to flow.
Seb.Do so: to ebbHereditary sloth instructs me.
Seb.
Do so: to ebb
Hereditary sloth instructs me.
Ant.O,215If you but knew how you the purpose cherishWhiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,Most often do so near the bottom runBy their own fear or sloth.
Ant.
O,
215If you but knew how you the purpose cherish
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
Most often do so near the bottom run
By their own fear or sloth.