Seb.Prithee, say on:220The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaimA matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,Whichthroesthee much to yield.Ant.Thus, sir:Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,Who shall be of as little memoryII. 1. 225When he is earth’d, hath here almost persuaded,—Forhe’sa spirit of persuasion, onlyProfesses to persuade,—the king his son’s alive,’Tis as impossible that he’s undrown’dAs he that sleeps here swims.Seb.I have no hopeThat he’s undrown’d.Ant.230O, out of that ‘no hope’What great hope have you! no hope that way isAnother way so high a hope that evenAmbition cannot pierce a wink beyond,Butdoubtdiscovery there. Will you grant with meThat Ferdinand is drown’d?Seb.He’s gone.Ant.235Then, tell me,Who’s the next heir of Naples?Seb.Claribel.Ant.She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwellsTen leagues beyond man’s life; she that from NaplesCan have no note, unless the sun were post,—240The man i’ the moon’s too slow,—till new-born chinsBe rough and razorable;she that from whomWeallwere sea-swallow’d, though some cast again,And by that destiny, to performan actWhereof what’s pastisprologue; what to come,Inyours and my discharge.Seb.245What stuff is this! How say you?’Tis true, my brother’s daughter’s queen of Tunis;So is she heir of Naples; ’twixt which regionsThere is some space.Ant.A space whose every cubitSeems to cry out, “How shall that ClaribelII. 1. 250Measure us backtoNaples?Keepin Tunis,And let Sebastianwake.”Say, this were deathThat now hath seized them; why, they were no worseThan now they are. There be that can rule NaplesAs well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate255As amply and unnecessarilyAs this Gonzalo; I myself could makeA chough of as deep chat. O, that you boreThe mind that I do! what a sleep were thisFor your advancement! Do you understand me?Seb.Methinks I do.Ant.260And how does your contentTender your own good fortune?Seb.I rememberYou did supplant your brother Prospero.Ant.True:And look how well my garments sit upon me;Much feater than before: my brother’s servants265Were then my fellows; now they are my men.Seb.But for your conscience.Ant.Ay, sir; where lies that? if’twerea kibe,’Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel notThis deity in my bosom:twentyconsciences,270Thatstand’twixt me and Milan,candiedbe they,And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother,No better than the earth he lies upon,If he were that which now he’slike, that’s dead;Whom I, withthis obedient steel, three inches of it,II. 1. 275Can lay to bed for ever;whilesyou, doing thus,To the perpetual wink for aye might putThis ancientmorsel, this Sir Prudence, whoShould not upbraid our course. For all the rest,They’ll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;280They’ll tell the clock to anybusiness thatWe say befits the hour.Seb.Thy case, dear friend,Shall be myprecedent; as thou got’st Milan,I’ll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one strokeShall free thee from the tribute which thou payest;And I the king shall love thee.Ant.285Draw together;And when I rear my hand, do you the like,To fall it on Gonzalo.Seb.O, but one word.They talk apart.Re-enterArielinvisible.Ari.My master through his art foresees the dangerThatyou, his friend,are in; and sends me forth,—290For else his project dies,—to keep themliving.Sings in Gonzalo’s ear.While you here do snoring lie,Open-eyed conspiracyHis time doth take.If of life you keep a care,295Shake off slumber, and beware:Awake, awake!Ant.Then let us both be sudden.Gon.Now, good angelsPreserve the king!They wake.Alon.Why, how now? ho, awake!—Why are you drawn?Whereforethisghastly looking?Gon.II. 1. 300What’s the matter?Seb.Whiles we stood here securing your repose,Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowingLike bulls, or rather lions: did’t not wake you?It struck mine ear most terribly.Alon.I heard nothing.305Ant.O, ’twas a din to fright a monster’s ear,To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roarOf a whole herd of lions.Alon.Heard you this,Gonzalo?Gon.Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming,And that a strange one too, which did awake me:310I shaked you, sir, and cried: as mine eyes open’d,I saw their weapons drawn:—there was a noise,That’sverily. ’Tis best we standupon our guard,Or that we quit this place: let’s draw our weapons.Alon.Lead off this ground; and let’s make further searchFor my poor son.Gon.315Heavens keep him from these beasts!For he is, sure, i’ th’ island.Alon.Lead away.Ari.Prospero my lord shall know what I have done:So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.Exeunt.II. 2Scene II.Another part of the island.EnterCalibanwith a burden of wood. A noise of thunder heard.Cal.All the infections that the sun sucks upFrom bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make himBy inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,And yet I needs must curse. But they’llnorpinch,5Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i’ the mire,Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the darkOut of my way, unless he bid ’em: butFor every trifle are they set upon me;Sometime like apes, that mow and chatter at me,10And after bite me; then like hedgehogs, whichLie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mountTheir pricks at my footfall; sometime am IAll wound with adders, who with cloven tonguesDo hiss me into madness.EnterTrinculo.Lo, now, lo!15Here comes a spirit of his,andto torment meFor bringing wood in slowly. I’ll fall flat;Perchance he will not mind me.Trin.Here’s neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i’20the wind: yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like afoulbombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: heII. 2. 25smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of not of the newest Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange30beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm o’ my troth! I do now let loose my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered35by a thunderbolt.[Thunder.]Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till thedregsof the storm be past.EnterStephano, singing: a bottle in his hand.40Ste.I shall no more to sea, to sea,Here shall I die a-shore,—This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man’s funeral: well, here’s my comfort.Drinks.[Sings.The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,45The gunner, and his mate,Loved Mall, Meg,and Marian, and Margery,But none of us cared for Kate;For she had a tongue with a tang,Would cry to a sailor, Go hang!II. 2. 50She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch;Yet a tailor might scratch her where’er she did itch.Then, to sea, boys, and let her go hang!This is a scurvy tune too: but here’s my comfort.Drinks.Cal.Do not torment me:—O!55Ste.What’s the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon ’s withsavagesand men of Ind, ha? I have not scaped drowning, to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground; and it shall be60said so again, while Stephano breathesat’s nostrils.Cal.The spirit torments me:—O!Ste.This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief, if it be65but for that. If I can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he’s a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat’s-leather.Cal.Do not torment me, prithee; I’ll bring my wood home faster.70Ste.He’s in his fit now, and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit. If I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him; he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.II. 2. 75Cal.Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee.Ste.Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language toyou, cat: open your mouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly:80you cannot tell who’s your friend: open your chaps again.Trin.I should know that voice: it should be—but he is drowned; and these are devils:—O defend me!Ste.Four legs and two voices,—a most delicate monster! His forward voice, now, is to speakwellof his friend;85his backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague. Come:—Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth.Trin.Stephano!90Ste.Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no long spoon.Trin.Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo,—be not afeard,—thy95good friend Trinculo.Ste.If thou beest Trinculo, come forth: I’ll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo’s legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How earnest thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculos?II. 2. 100Trin.I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope, now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf’s gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans105scaped!Ste.Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.Cal.[aside] These be fine things, an if they be not sprites.That’s a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:110I will kneel to him.Ste.How didst thou ’scape? How camest thou hither? swear, by this bottle, how thou camest hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved o’erboard, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree with mine115own hands, since I was cast ashore.Cal.I’ll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not earthly.Ste.Here;swear, then, how thou escapedst.Trin.Swumashore, man, like a duck: I can swim120like a duck, I’ll be sworn.Ste.Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.Trin.O Stephano, hast any more of this?Ste.The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock byII. 2. 125the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf! how does thine ague?Cal.Hast thou not dropp’d from heaven?Ste.Out o’ the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i’ the moon when time was.130Cal.I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee: My mistress show’d me thee,and thy dog, and thy bush.Ste.Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon withnewcontents: swear.Trin.By this good light, this is a very shallow monster!135I afeard of him! A veryweakmonster! The man i’ the moon! A most poor credulous monster! Well drawn, monster, in good sooth!Cal.I’ll show thee every fertile inch o’ th’island;And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.140Trin.By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster! when’s god’s asleep, he’ll rob his bottle.Cal.I’ll kiss thy foot; I’ll swear myself thy subject.Ste.Come on, then; down, and swear.Trin.I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in145my heart to beat him,—Ste.Come, kiss.Trin.But that the poor monster’s in drink: an abominable monster!II. 2. 150Cal.I’ll show thee the best springs; I’ll pluck thee berries;I’ll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!I’ll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,Thou wondrous man.Trin.A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder155of a poor drunkard!Cal.I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts;Show thee a jay’s nest, and instruct thee how160To snare the nimble marmoset; I’ll bring theeTo clustering filberts, and sometimes I’ll get theeYoungscamelsfrom the rock. Wilt thou go with me?Ste.I prithee now, lead the way, without any more talking. Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned,165we will inherit here:here; bear my bottle: fellow Trinculo, we’ll fill him by and by again.Cal. sings drunkenly.] Farewell, master; farewell, farewell!Trin.A howling monster; a drunken monster!Cal.No more dams I’ll make for fish;170Nor fetch in firingAt requiring;Nor scrapetrencher, nor wash dish:’Ban, ’Ban, CacalibanHas a new master:—get a new man.II. 2. 175Freedom,hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey-day, freedom!Ste.O brave monster! Lead the way.Exeunt.ACT III.III. 1Scene I.BeforeProspero’scell.EnterFerdinand, bearing a log.Fer.There be some sports are painful,andtheir labourDelight in themsetsoff: some kinds of basenessAre nobly undergone, and most poor mattersPoint to rich ends. Thismy mean task5Would be as heavy to me as odious, butThe mistress which I serve quickens what’s dead,And makes my labours pleasures: O, she isTen times more gentle than her father’s crabbed.And he’s composed of harshness. I mustremove10Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistressWeeps when she sees me work, and says, such basenessHad never like executor. I forget:But these sweet thoughts do even refresh mylabours,Most busy lest, when I do it.EnterMiranda; andProsperoat a distance, unseen.Mir.15Alas, now, pray you,Work not so hard: I would the lightning hadBurnt up those logs thatyou areenjoin’d to pile!Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns,’Twill weep for having wearied you. My father20Is hard at study; pray, now, rest yourself;He’s safe for these three hours.Fer.O most dear mistress,The sun will set before I shall dischargeWhat I must strive to do.Mir.If you’ll sit down,I’ll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that;I’ll carry it to the pile.Fer.III. 1. 25No, precious creature;I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,Than you should such dishonour undergo,While I sit lazy by.Mir.It would become meAs well as it does you: and I should do it30With much more ease; for my good will is to it,And yoursit isagainst.Pros.Poor worm, thou art infected!This visitation shows it.Mir.You look wearily.Fer.No, noble mistress; ’tis fresh morning with meWhen you are by at night.I do beseech you,—35Chieflythat I might set it in my prayers,—What is your name?Mir.Miranda.—O my father,I have broke your hest to say so!Fer.Admired Miranda!Indeed the top of admiration! worthWhat’s dearest to the world! Full many a lady40I have eyed with best regard, and many a timeThe harmony of their tongues hath into bondageBrought my too diligent ear: for several virtuesHave I liked several women; never anyWith so full soul, but some defect in her45Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed,And put it to the foil: but you, O you,So perfect and so peerless, are createdOf every creature’s best!Mir.I do not knowOne of my sex; no woman’s face remember,III. 1. 50Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seenMore that I may call men than you, good friend,And my dear father: how features are abroad,I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,The jewel in my dower, I would not wish55Any companion in the world but you;Nor can imagination form a shape,Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattleSomething too wildly, and my father’s preceptsI therein doforget.Fer.I am, in my condition,60A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;I would, not so!—and would no more endureThiswoodenslaverythan tosufferThe flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak:The very instant that I saw you, did65My heart fly to your service; there resides,To make me slave to it; and for your sakeAm I this patient log-man.Mir.Do you love me?Fer.O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound,And crown what I profess with kind event,70If I speak true! if hollowly, invertWhat best is boded me to mischief! I,Beyond all limit ofwhat elsei’ the world,Do love, prize, honour you.Mir.I am a foolTo weep at what I am glad of.Pros.Fair encounterIII. 1. 75Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain graceOn that which breeds between ’em!Fer.Wherefore weep you?Mir.At mine unworthiness, that dare not offerWhat I desire to give; and much less takeWhat I shall die to want. But this is trifling;80And all the more itseeksto hide itself,The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!I am your wife, if you will marry me;If not, I’ll die your maid: to be your fellow85You may deny me; but I’ll be your servant,Whether you will or no.Fer.My mistress, dearest;And I thus humble ever.Mir.My husband, then?Fer.Ay, with a heartaswillingAs bondage e’er of freedom: here’s my hand.90Mir.And mine, with my heart in’t: and now farewellTill half an hour hence.Fer.A thousand thousand!Exeunt Fer. and Mir.severally.Pros.So glad of this as they I cannot be,Who are surprisedwithal; but my rejoicingAt nothing can be more. I’ll to my book;95For yet, ere supper-time, must I performMuch business appertaining.Exit.III. 2Scene II.Another part of the island.EnterCaliban, Stephano, andTrinculo.Ste.Tell not me;—when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and board ’em. Servant-monster, drink to me.Trin.Servant-monster! the folly of this island! They5say there’s but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if th’ other two be brained like us, the state totters.Ste.Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyes are almost set in thyhead.Trin.Where should they be set else? he were a brave10monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.Ste.My man-monster hath drowned his tongue in sack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me; I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty leagues off and on.By this light, thoushalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my15standard.Trin.Your lieutenant, if you list; he’s no standard.Ste.We’ll not run, Monsieur Monster.Trin.Nor go neither; but you’ll lie, like dogs, and yet say nothing neither.20Ste.Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.Cal.How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe. I’ll not serve him, he is not valiant.Trin.Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in caseIII. 2. 25to justle a constable. Why, thoudebauchedfish, thou, was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?Cal.Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord?30Trin.‘Lord,’ quoth he! That a monster should be such a natural!Cal.Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I prithee.Ste.Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head: if you prove a mutineer,—the next tree! The poor monster’s my35subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.Cal.I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once againto the suit I made to thee?Ste.Marry, will I: kneel and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.EnterAriel, invisible.40Cal.As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.Ari.Thou liest.Cal.Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou:I would my valiant master would destroy thee!I do not lie.45Ste.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 isle;III. 2. 50From me he got it. If thy greatness willRevenge it on him,—for I know thou darest,But this thing dare not,—Ste.That’s most certain.Cal.Thou shalt be lord of it, and I’ll serve thee.55Ste.How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party?Cal.Yea, yea, my lord: I’ll yield him thee asleep,Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head.Ari.Thou liest; thou canst not.
Seb.Prithee, say on:220The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaimA matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,Whichthroesthee much to yield.
Seb.
Prithee, say on:
220The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Whichthroesthee much to yield.
Ant.Thus, sir:Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,Who shall be of as little memoryII. 1. 225When he is earth’d, hath here almost persuaded,—Forhe’sa spirit of persuasion, onlyProfesses to persuade,—the king his son’s alive,’Tis as impossible that he’s undrown’dAs he that sleeps here swims.
Ant.
Thus, sir:
Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,
Who shall be of as little memory
II. 1. 225When he is earth’d, hath here almost persuaded,—
Forhe’sa spirit of persuasion, only
Professes to persuade,—the king his son’s alive,
’Tis as impossible that he’s undrown’d
As he that sleeps here swims.
Seb.I have no hopeThat he’s undrown’d.
Seb.
I have no hope
That he’s undrown’d.
Ant.230O, out of that ‘no hope’What great hope have you! no hope that way isAnother way so high a hope that evenAmbition cannot pierce a wink beyond,Butdoubtdiscovery there. Will you grant with meThat Ferdinand is drown’d?
Ant.
230O, out of that ‘no hope’
What great hope have you! no hope that way is
Another way so high a hope that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
Butdoubtdiscovery there. Will you grant with me
That Ferdinand is drown’d?
Seb.
He’s gone.
Ant.235Then, tell me,Who’s the next heir of Naples?
Ant.
235Then, tell me,
Who’s the next heir of Naples?
Seb.
Claribel.
Ant.She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwellsTen leagues beyond man’s life; she that from NaplesCan have no note, unless the sun were post,—240The man i’ the moon’s too slow,—till new-born chinsBe rough and razorable;she that from whomWeallwere sea-swallow’d, though some cast again,And by that destiny, to performan actWhereof what’s pastisprologue; what to come,Inyours and my discharge.
Ant.She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells
Ten leagues beyond man’s life; she that from Naples
Can have no note, unless the sun were post,—
240The man i’ the moon’s too slow,—till new-born chins
Be rough and razorable;she that from whom
Weallwere sea-swallow’d, though some cast again,
And by that destiny, to performan act
Whereof what’s pastisprologue; what to come,
Inyours and my discharge.
Seb.245What stuff is this! How say you?’Tis true, my brother’s daughter’s queen of Tunis;So is she heir of Naples; ’twixt which regionsThere is some space.
Seb.
245What stuff is this! How say you?
’Tis true, my brother’s daughter’s queen of Tunis;
So is she heir of Naples; ’twixt which regions
There is some space.
Ant.A space whose every cubitSeems to cry out, “How shall that ClaribelII. 1. 250Measure us backtoNaples?Keepin Tunis,And let Sebastianwake.”Say, this were deathThat now hath seized them; why, they were no worseThan now they are. There be that can rule NaplesAs well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate255As amply and unnecessarilyAs this Gonzalo; I myself could makeA chough of as deep chat. O, that you boreThe mind that I do! what a sleep were thisFor your advancement! Do you understand me?
Ant.
A space whose every cubit
Seems to cry out, “How shall that Claribel
II. 1. 250Measure us backtoNaples?Keepin Tunis,
And let Sebastianwake.”Say, this were death
That now hath seized them; why, they were no worse
Than now they are. There be that can rule Naples
As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate
255As amply and unnecessarily
As this Gonzalo; I myself could make
A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
For your advancement! Do you understand me?
Seb.Methinks I do.
Ant.260And how does your contentTender your own good fortune?
Ant.
260And how does your content
Tender your own good fortune?
Seb.I rememberYou did supplant your brother Prospero.
Seb.
I remember
You did supplant your brother Prospero.
Ant.True:And look how well my garments sit upon me;Much feater than before: my brother’s servants265Were then my fellows; now they are my men.
Ant.
True:
And look how well my garments sit upon me;
Much feater than before: my brother’s servants
265Were then my fellows; now they are my men.
Seb.But for your conscience.
Ant.Ay, sir; where lies that? if’twerea kibe,’Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel notThis deity in my bosom:twentyconsciences,270Thatstand’twixt me and Milan,candiedbe they,And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother,No better than the earth he lies upon,If he were that which now he’slike, that’s dead;Whom I, withthis obedient steel, three inches of it,II. 1. 275Can lay to bed for ever;whilesyou, doing thus,To the perpetual wink for aye might putThis ancientmorsel, this Sir Prudence, whoShould not upbraid our course. For all the rest,They’ll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;280They’ll tell the clock to anybusiness thatWe say befits the hour.
Ant.Ay, sir; where lies that? if’twerea kibe,
’Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not
This deity in my bosom:twentyconsciences,
270Thatstand’twixt me and Milan,candiedbe they,
And melt, ere they molest! Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon,
If he were that which now he’slike, that’s dead;
Whom I, withthis obedient steel, three inches of it,
II. 1. 275Can lay to bed for ever;whilesyou, doing thus,
To the perpetual wink for aye might put
This ancientmorsel, this Sir Prudence, who
Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
They’ll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;
280They’ll tell the clock to anybusiness that
We say befits the hour.
Seb.Thy case, dear friend,Shall be myprecedent; as thou got’st Milan,I’ll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one strokeShall free thee from the tribute which thou payest;And I the king shall love thee.
Seb.
Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be myprecedent; as thou got’st Milan,
I’ll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou payest;
And I the king shall love thee.
Ant.285Draw together;And when I rear my hand, do you the like,To fall it on Gonzalo.
Ant.
285Draw together;
And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.
Seb.
O, but one word.They talk apart.
Ari.My master through his art foresees the dangerThatyou, his friend,are in; and sends me forth,—290For else his project dies,—to keep themliving.
Ari.My master through his art foresees the danger
Thatyou, his friend,are in; and sends me forth,—
290For else his project dies,—to keep themliving.
Sings in Gonzalo’s ear.
While you here do snoring lie,Open-eyed conspiracyHis time doth take.If of life you keep a care,295Shake off slumber, and beware:Awake, awake!
While you here do snoring lie,
Open-eyed conspiracy
His time doth take.
If of life you keep a care,
295Shake off slumber, and beware:
Awake, awake!
Ant.Then let us both be sudden.
Gon.Now, good angelsPreserve the king!They wake.
Gon.
Now, good angels
Preserve the king!They wake.
Alon.Why, how now? ho, awake!—Why are you drawn?Whereforethisghastly looking?
Alon.Why, how now? ho, awake!—Why are you drawn?
Whereforethisghastly looking?
Gon.
II. 1. 300What’s the matter?
Seb.Whiles we stood here securing your repose,Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowingLike bulls, or rather lions: did’t not wake you?It struck mine ear most terribly.
Seb.Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
Like bulls, or rather lions: did’t not wake you?
It struck mine ear most terribly.
Alon.
I heard nothing.
305Ant.O, ’twas a din to fright a monster’s ear,To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roarOf a whole herd of lions.
305Ant.O, ’twas a din to fright a monster’s ear,
To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.
Alon.
Heard you this,Gonzalo?
Gon.Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming,And that a strange one too, which did awake me:310I shaked you, sir, and cried: as mine eyes open’d,I saw their weapons drawn:—there was a noise,That’sverily. ’Tis best we standupon our guard,Or that we quit this place: let’s draw our weapons.
Gon.Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming,
And that a strange one too, which did awake me:
310I shaked you, sir, and cried: as mine eyes open’d,
I saw their weapons drawn:—there was a noise,
That’sverily. ’Tis best we standupon our guard,
Or that we quit this place: let’s draw our weapons.
Alon.Lead off this ground; and let’s make further searchFor my poor son.
Alon.Lead off this ground; and let’s make further search
For my poor son.
Gon.315Heavens keep him from these beasts!For he is, sure, i’ th’ island.
Gon.
315Heavens keep him from these beasts!
For he is, sure, i’ th’ island.
Alon.
Lead away.
Ari.Prospero my lord shall know what I have done:So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.Exeunt.
Ari.Prospero my lord shall know what I have done:
So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.Exeunt.
Cal.All the infections that the sun sucks upFrom bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make himBy inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,And yet I needs must curse. But they’llnorpinch,5Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i’ the mire,Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the darkOut of my way, unless he bid ’em: butFor every trifle are they set upon me;Sometime like apes, that mow and chatter at me,10And after bite me; then like hedgehogs, whichLie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mountTheir pricks at my footfall; sometime am IAll wound with adders, who with cloven tonguesDo hiss me into madness.
Cal.All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse. But they’llnorpinch,
5Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i’ the mire,
Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid ’em: but
For every trifle are they set upon me;
Sometime like apes, that mow and chatter at me,
10And after bite me; then like hedgehogs, which
Lie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mount
Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness.
Lo, now, lo!15Here comes a spirit of his,andto torment meFor bringing wood in slowly. I’ll fall flat;Perchance he will not mind me.
Lo, now, lo!
15Here comes a spirit of his,andto torment me
For bringing wood in slowly. I’ll fall flat;
Perchance he will not mind me.
Trin.Here’s neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i’20the wind: yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like afoulbombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: heII. 2. 25smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of not of the newest Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange30beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm o’ my troth! I do now let loose my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered35by a thunderbolt.[Thunder.]Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till thedregsof the storm be past.
40Ste.I shall no more to sea, to sea,Here shall I die a-shore,—
40Ste.I shall no more to sea, to sea,
Here shall I die a-shore,—
This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man’s funeral: well, here’s my comfort.Drinks.
[Sings.The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,45The gunner, and his mate,Loved Mall, Meg,and Marian, and Margery,But none of us cared for Kate;For she had a tongue with a tang,Would cry to a sailor, Go hang!II. 2. 50She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch;Yet a tailor might scratch her where’er she did itch.Then, to sea, boys, and let her go hang!
[Sings.The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,
45The gunner, and his mate,
Loved Mall, Meg,and Marian, and Margery,
But none of us cared for Kate;
For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, Go hang!
II. 2. 50She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch;
Yet a tailor might scratch her where’er she did itch.
Then, to sea, boys, and let her go hang!
This is a scurvy tune too: but here’s my comfort.Drinks.
Cal.Do not torment me:—O!
55Ste.What’s the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon ’s withsavagesand men of Ind, ha? I have not scaped drowning, to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground; and it shall be60said so again, while Stephano breathesat’s nostrils.
Cal.The spirit torments me:—O!
Ste.This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief, if it be65but for that. If I can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he’s a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat’s-leather.
Cal.Do not torment me, prithee; I’ll bring my wood home faster.
70Ste.He’s in his fit now, and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have never drunk wine afore, it will go near to remove his fit. If I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him; he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.
II. 2. 75Cal.Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee.
Ste.Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language toyou, cat: open your mouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly:80you cannot tell who’s your friend: open your chaps again.
Trin.I should know that voice: it should be—but he is drowned; and these are devils:—O defend me!
Ste.Four legs and two voices,—a most delicate monster! His forward voice, now, is to speakwellof his friend;85his backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague. Come:—Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth.
Trin.Stephano!
90Ste.Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no long spoon.
Trin.Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo,—be not afeard,—thy95good friend Trinculo.
Ste.If thou beest Trinculo, come forth: I’ll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo’s legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How earnest thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculos?
II. 2. 100Trin.I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope, now, thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf’s gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans105scaped!
Ste.Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.
Cal.[aside] These be fine things, an if they be not sprites.That’s a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:110I will kneel to him.
Cal.[aside] These be fine things, an if they be not sprites.
That’s a brave god, and bears celestial liquor:
110I will kneel to him.
Ste.How didst thou ’scape? How camest thou hither? swear, by this bottle, how thou camest hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved o’erboard, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree with mine115own hands, since I was cast ashore.
Cal.I’ll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not earthly.
Ste.Here;swear, then, how thou escapedst.
Trin.Swumashore, man, like a duck: I can swim120like a duck, I’ll be sworn.
Ste.Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.
Trin.O Stephano, hast any more of this?
Ste.The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock byII. 2. 125the sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf! how does thine ague?
Cal.Hast thou not dropp’d from heaven?
Ste.Out o’ the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i’ the moon when time was.
130Cal.I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee: My mistress show’d me thee,and thy dog, and thy bush.
Ste.Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon withnewcontents: swear.
Trin.By this good light, this is a very shallow monster!135I afeard of him! A veryweakmonster! The man i’ the moon! A most poor credulous monster! Well drawn, monster, in good sooth!
Cal.I’ll show thee every fertile inch o’ th’island;And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.
Cal.I’ll show thee every fertile inch o’ th’island;
And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.
140Trin.By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster! when’s god’s asleep, he’ll rob his bottle.
Cal.I’ll kiss thy foot; I’ll swear myself thy subject.
Ste.Come on, then; down, and swear.
Trin.I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in145my heart to beat him,—
Ste.Come, kiss.
Trin.But that the poor monster’s in drink: an abominable monster!
II. 2. 150Cal.I’ll show thee the best springs; I’ll pluck thee berries;I’ll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!I’ll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,Thou wondrous man.
II. 2. 150Cal.I’ll show thee the best springs; I’ll pluck thee berries;
I’ll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.
A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
I’ll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
Thou wondrous man.
Trin.A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder155of a poor drunkard!
Cal.I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts;Show thee a jay’s nest, and instruct thee how160To snare the nimble marmoset; I’ll bring theeTo clustering filberts, and sometimes I’ll get theeYoungscamelsfrom the rock. Wilt thou go with me?
Cal.I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts;
Show thee a jay’s nest, and instruct thee how
160To snare the nimble marmoset; I’ll bring thee
To clustering filberts, and sometimes I’ll get thee
Youngscamelsfrom the rock. Wilt thou go with me?
Ste.I prithee now, lead the way, without any more talking. Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned,165we will inherit here:here; bear my bottle: fellow Trinculo, we’ll fill him by and by again.
Cal. sings drunkenly.] Farewell, master; farewell, farewell!
Trin.A howling monster; a drunken monster!
Cal.No more dams I’ll make for fish;170Nor fetch in firingAt requiring;Nor scrapetrencher, nor wash dish:’Ban, ’Ban, CacalibanHas a new master:—get a new man.
Cal.No more dams I’ll make for fish;
170Nor fetch in firing
At requiring;
Nor scrapetrencher, nor wash dish:
’Ban, ’Ban, Cacaliban
Has a new master:—get a new man.
II. 2. 175Freedom,hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey-day, freedom!
Ste.O brave monster! Lead the way.Exeunt.
Fer.There be some sports are painful,andtheir labourDelight in themsetsoff: some kinds of basenessAre nobly undergone, and most poor mattersPoint to rich ends. Thismy mean task5Would be as heavy to me as odious, butThe mistress which I serve quickens what’s dead,And makes my labours pleasures: O, she isTen times more gentle than her father’s crabbed.And he’s composed of harshness. I mustremove10Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistressWeeps when she sees me work, and says, such basenessHad never like executor. I forget:But these sweet thoughts do even refresh mylabours,Most busy lest, when I do it.
Fer.There be some sports are painful,andtheir labour
Delight in themsetsoff: some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone, and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. Thismy mean task
5Would be as heavy to me as odious, but
The mistress which I serve quickens what’s dead,
And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is
Ten times more gentle than her father’s crabbed.
And he’s composed of harshness. I mustremove
10Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress
Weeps when she sees me work, and says, such baseness
Had never like executor. I forget:
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh mylabours,
Most busy lest, when I do it.
Mir.15Alas, now, pray you,Work not so hard: I would the lightning hadBurnt up those logs thatyou areenjoin’d to pile!Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns,’Twill weep for having wearied you. My father20Is hard at study; pray, now, rest yourself;He’s safe for these three hours.
Mir.
15Alas, now, pray you,
Work not so hard: I would the lightning had
Burnt up those logs thatyou areenjoin’d to pile!
Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns,
’Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
20Is hard at study; pray, now, rest yourself;
He’s safe for these three hours.
Fer.O most dear mistress,The sun will set before I shall dischargeWhat I must strive to do.
Fer.
O most dear mistress,
The sun will set before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.
Mir.If you’ll sit down,I’ll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that;I’ll carry it to the pile.
Mir.
If you’ll sit down,
I’ll bear your logs the while: pray, give me that;
I’ll carry it to the pile.
Fer.III. 1. 25No, precious creature;I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,Than you should such dishonour undergo,While I sit lazy by.
Fer.
III. 1. 25No, precious creature;
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,
While I sit lazy by.
Mir.It would become meAs well as it does you: and I should do it30With much more ease; for my good will is to it,And yoursit isagainst.
Mir.
It would become me
As well as it does you: and I should do it
30With much more ease; for my good will is to it,
And yoursit isagainst.
Pros.Poor worm, thou art infected!This visitation shows it.
Pros.
Poor worm, thou art infected!
This visitation shows it.
Mir.
You look wearily.
Fer.No, noble mistress; ’tis fresh morning with meWhen you are by at night.I do beseech you,—35Chieflythat I might set it in my prayers,—What is your name?
Fer.No, noble mistress; ’tis fresh morning with me
When you are by at night.I do beseech you,—
35Chieflythat I might set it in my prayers,—
What is your name?
Mir.Miranda.—O my father,I have broke your hest to say so!
Mir.
Miranda.—O my father,
I have broke your hest to say so!
Fer.Admired Miranda!Indeed the top of admiration! worthWhat’s dearest to the world! Full many a lady40I have eyed with best regard, and many a timeThe harmony of their tongues hath into bondageBrought my too diligent ear: for several virtuesHave I liked several women; never anyWith so full soul, but some defect in her45Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed,And put it to the foil: but you, O you,So perfect and so peerless, are createdOf every creature’s best!
Fer.
Admired Miranda!
Indeed the top of admiration! worth
What’s dearest to the world! Full many a lady
40I have eyed with best regard, and many a time
The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent ear: for several virtues
Have I liked several women; never any
With so full soul, but some defect in her
45Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed,
And put it to the foil: but you, O you,
So perfect and so peerless, are created
Of every creature’s best!
Mir.I do not knowOne of my sex; no woman’s face remember,III. 1. 50Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seenMore that I may call men than you, good friend,And my dear father: how features are abroad,I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,The jewel in my dower, I would not wish55Any companion in the world but you;Nor can imagination form a shape,Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattleSomething too wildly, and my father’s preceptsI therein doforget.
Mir.
I do not know
One of my sex; no woman’s face remember,
III. 1. 50Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen
More that I may call men than you, good friend,
And my dear father: how features are abroad,
I am skilless of; but, by my modesty,
The jewel in my dower, I would not wish
55Any companion in the world but you;
Nor can imagination form a shape,
Besides yourself, to like of. But I prattle
Something too wildly, and my father’s precepts
I therein doforget.
Fer.I am, in my condition,60A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;I would, not so!—and would no more endureThiswoodenslaverythan tosufferThe flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak:The very instant that I saw you, did65My heart fly to your service; there resides,To make me slave to it; and for your sakeAm I this patient log-man.
Fer.
I am, in my condition,
60A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;
I would, not so!—and would no more endure
Thiswoodenslaverythan tosuffer
The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak:
The very instant that I saw you, did
65My heart fly to your service; there resides,
To make me slave to it; and for your sake
Am I this patient log-man.
Mir.
Do you love me?
Fer.O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound,And crown what I profess with kind event,70If I speak true! if hollowly, invertWhat best is boded me to mischief! I,Beyond all limit ofwhat elsei’ the world,Do love, prize, honour you.
Fer.O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound,
And crown what I profess with kind event,
70If I speak true! if hollowly, invert
What best is boded me to mischief! I,
Beyond all limit ofwhat elsei’ the world,
Do love, prize, honour you.
Mir.I am a foolTo weep at what I am glad of.
Mir.
I am a fool
To weep at what I am glad of.
Pros.Fair encounterIII. 1. 75Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain graceOn that which breeds between ’em!
Pros.
Fair encounter
III. 1. 75Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between ’em!
Fer.
Wherefore weep you?
Mir.At mine unworthiness, that dare not offerWhat I desire to give; and much less takeWhat I shall die to want. But this is trifling;80And all the more itseeksto hide itself,The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!I am your wife, if you will marry me;If not, I’ll die your maid: to be your fellow85You may deny me; but I’ll be your servant,Whether you will or no.
Mir.At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer
What I desire to give; and much less take
What I shall die to want. But this is trifling;
80And all the more itseeksto hide itself,
The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
I am your wife, if you will marry me;
If not, I’ll die your maid: to be your fellow
85You may deny me; but I’ll be your servant,
Whether you will or no.
Fer.My mistress, dearest;And I thus humble ever.
Fer.
My mistress, dearest;
And I thus humble ever.
Mir.
My husband, then?
Fer.Ay, with a heartaswillingAs bondage e’er of freedom: here’s my hand.
Fer.Ay, with a heartaswilling
As bondage e’er of freedom: here’s my hand.
90Mir.And mine, with my heart in’t: and now farewellTill half an hour hence.
90Mir.And mine, with my heart in’t: and now farewell
Till half an hour hence.
Fer.
A thousand thousand!
Exeunt Fer. and Mir.severally.
Pros.So glad of this as they I cannot be,Who are surprisedwithal; but my rejoicingAt nothing can be more. I’ll to my book;95For yet, ere supper-time, must I performMuch business appertaining.Exit.
Pros.So glad of this as they I cannot be,
Who are surprisedwithal; but my rejoicing
At nothing can be more. I’ll to my book;
95For yet, ere supper-time, must I perform
Much business appertaining.Exit.
Ste.Tell not me;—when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and board ’em. Servant-monster, drink to me.
Trin.Servant-monster! the folly of this island! They5say there’s but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if th’ other two be brained like us, the state totters.
Ste.Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyes are almost set in thyhead.
Trin.Where should they be set else? he were a brave10monster indeed, if they were set in his tail.
Ste.My man-monster hath drowned his tongue in sack: for my part, the sea cannot drown me; I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-and-thirty leagues off and on.By this light, thoushalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my15standard.
Trin.Your lieutenant, if you list; he’s no standard.
Ste.We’ll not run, Monsieur Monster.
Trin.Nor go neither; but you’ll lie, like dogs, and yet say nothing neither.
20Ste.Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.
Cal.How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe. I’ll not serve him, he is not valiant.
Trin.Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in caseIII. 2. 25to justle a constable. Why, thoudebauchedfish, thou, was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?
Cal.Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord?
30Trin.‘Lord,’ quoth he! That a monster should be such a natural!
Cal.Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I prithee.
Ste.Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head: if you prove a mutineer,—the next tree! The poor monster’s my35subject, and he shall not suffer indignity.
Cal.I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once againto the suit I made to thee?
Ste.Marry, will I: kneel and repeat it; I will stand, and so shall Trinculo.
40Cal.As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.
Ari.Thou liest.
Cal.Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou:I would my valiant master would destroy thee!I do not lie.
Cal.
Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou:
I would my valiant master would destroy thee!
I do not lie.
45Ste.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 isle;III. 2. 50From me he got it. If thy greatness willRevenge it on him,—for I know thou darest,But this thing dare not,—
Cal.I say, by sorcery he got this isle;
III. 2. 50From me he got it. If thy greatness will
Revenge it on him,—for I know thou darest,
But this thing dare not,—
Ste.That’s most certain.
Cal.Thou shalt be lord of it, and I’ll serve thee.
55Ste.How now shall this be compassed? Canst thou bring me to the party?
Cal.Yea, yea, my lord: I’ll yield him thee asleep,Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head.
Cal.Yea, yea, my lord: I’ll yield him thee asleep,
Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head.
Ari.Thou liest; thou canst not.