(Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,) What is your name? Mira. Miranda : :- O my father, I have broke your hest to say so! Fer. Admir'd Miranda! Indeed, the top of admiration; worth What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady I have ey'd 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 lik'd several women; never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd', And put it to the foil: But you, O you, So perfect, and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best. I do not know Mira. One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen More that I may call men, than you, good friend, And my dear father: how features are abroad, I am skill-less of; but, by my modesty, (The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish Any companion in the world but you; Nor can imagination form a shape, Besides yourself, to like of: but I prattle Something too wildly, and my father's precepts Therein forget. Fer. I am, in my condition, A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king; speak; Hear my soul The very instant that I saw you, did Mira. Do you love me? Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound, And crown what I profess with kind event, I am a fool, Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace What I desire to give; and much less take, The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning! Fer. And I thus humble ever. My mistress, dearest, Mira. My husband then? Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. Trin. Servant-monster? the folly of this island! They say, there's but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if the other two be brained like us, the state totters. Ste. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee; thy eyes are almost set in thy head. Trin. Where should they be set else? 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. Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard. Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve thee. Ste. 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 may'st knock a nail into his head. Ari. Thou liest, thou canst not. Cal. What a pied ninny's this! 6 Thou scurvy I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows, Where the quick freshes 7 are. Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger: interrupt the monster one word further, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out of doors, and make a stock-fish of thee. Let us be jocund: Will you troll the catch Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason: Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. [Sings. Flout 'em, and skout 'em; and skout 'em, and flout 'em ; Thought is free. Cal. That's not the tune. [ARIEL plays the tune on a tabor and pipe. Ste. What is this same? Trin. This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of No-body. Ste. If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy likeness if thou beest a devil, take't as thou list. Trin. O, forgive me my sins! Ste. Mercy upon us! Cal. Art thou afeard? Ste. No, monster, not I. Cal. Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises, Pr'ythee I cry'd to dream again. Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time, I'll beat him too. Ste. Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log Ste. Is it so brave a lass? Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my musick for nothing. Cal. When Prospero is destroyed. Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the story. Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow it, and after, do our work. Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would I could see this taborer: he lays it on. Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano. [Exeunt. Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee Who am myself attach'd with weariness, Cal. Ay, my lord; she will become thy bed, I To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest. warrant, And bring thee forth brave brood. Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daughter and I will be king and queen; (save our graces!) and Trinculo and thyself shall be viceroys: Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo? Trin. Excellent. Alluding to Trinculo's party-coloured dress. 7 Springs. 8 Throat. Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it 9 Our lady. Ariel. You are three men of sin, whom destiny (That hath to instrument this lower world, And what is in't,) the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to throw up; and on this island Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; [Seeing ALON. SEB. &c. draw their swords. And even with such like valour, men hang and drown Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate; the elements Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, One dowle? that's in my plume; my fellow-ministers hark! And what does else want credit, come to me, Pro. Alon. Honest lord, Thou hast said well; for some of you there present Are worse than devils. [Aside. I cannot too much muse, Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing (Although they want the use of tongue) a kind Of excellent dumb discourse. Are like invulnerable: if you could hurt, You, and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from (Which here, in this most desolate isle; else falls Upon your heads,) is nothing, but heart's sorrow, And a clear life ensuing. He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft musick, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and carry out the table. Pro. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: And these, mine enemies, are all knit up [Exit PROSPERO from above. Gon. I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you In this strange stare? Alon. I'll fight their legions o'er. I'll be thy second. [Exeunt SEB. and ANT. Gon. All three of them are desperate; their great Cal. Pr'ythee, my king, be quiet: Seest thou here, This is the mouth of the cell: no noise, and enter: Do that good mischief, which may make this island Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban, For aye thy foot-licker. Ste. Give me thy hand: I do begin to have bloody thoughts. Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look, what a wardrobe here is for thee! Cal. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash. Trin. O, ho, monster; we know what belongs to a frippery 5: O king Stephano! Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown. Trin. Thy grace shall have it. Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean, To doat thus on such huggage? Let's along, From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches; Ste. Be you quiet, monster, Mistress line, is. not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin. Trin. Do, do: We steal by line and level, ant like your grace. Ste. I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am king of this country: Steal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't. Trin. Monster, come, put some lime 7 upon your fingers, and away with the rest. Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time, And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes With foreheads villainous low. Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers; help to bear this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom; go to, carry this. Trin. And this. Ste. Ay, and this. A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of hounds, and hunt them about; PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on. Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey! Pro. Fury, Fury! there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark! [CAL. STE. and TRIN. are driven out. Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make them, Than pard 8, or cat o' mountain. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE L. Before the Cell of Prospero. Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and ARIEL. Pro. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day? Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease, Pro. When first I rais'd the tempest. How fares the king and his? I did say so, Say, my spirit, Ari. That if you now beheld them, your affections Pro. A shop for sale of old clothes, 6 Defends from bad weather. and groves; And ye, that on the sands with printless foot 7 Bird-lime. с Re-enter ARIEL: after him ALONSO, with a frantic A solemn air, and the best comforter Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, Be living and be here? Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the shew of thine, Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace; To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces blood, - Flesh and You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Pro. Gon. Or be not, I'll not swear. First, noble friend, Whether this be, You do yet taste Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you Seb. The devil speaks in him. [Aside. For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Alon. I will dis-case me, and my self present, ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Pro. Why that's my dainty Ariel; I shall miss thee; Ari. I drink the air before me, and return [Exit ARIEL. |