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SCENE II.-Another Part of the Island. Enter CALIBAN, with a burthen of wood. A noise of Thunder heard.

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'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' th'

Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em. But
For every trifle are they set upon me:
Sometime like apes, that mowe and chatter at

And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am I
All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues
Do hiss me into madness.-Lo, now! lo!


Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me For bringing wood in slowly. I'll fall flat; Perchance he will not mind me.

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing: I hear it sing i' th' wind. Yond' same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder, as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond' same cloud cannot choose but fall by paílfuls.-What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish he smells like a fish: a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of, not of the newest, Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in 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 strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd 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 suffered by a thunder-bolt. [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 bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past.

Enter STEPHANO, singing.

Ste. 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.


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cannot make him give ground; and it shall be said so again, while Stephano breathes at '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 be but for that. If I can recover him, and keep him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's-leather.

Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee: I'll bring

my wood home faster.

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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 to you, cat. Open your mouth: this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again.

Trin. I should know that voice. It should be but he is drown'd, and these are devils. O! defend me!

Ste. Four legs, and two voices! a most delicate monster. 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!

Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no long spoon.

Trin. Stephano!-if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me, for I am Trinculo,be not afeard-thy good friend Trinculo.

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 cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf?

Trin. I took him to be kill'd with a thunderstroke.-But art thou not drown'd, Stephano? I hope now, thou art not drown'd. Is the storm over-blown? I hid me under the dead mooncalf's gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano! two Neapolitans 'scap'd?

Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about: my stomach is not constant.

Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites.

That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor: I will kneel to him.

Ste. How didst thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither? Swear by this bottle how thou cam'st hither. I escap'd upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved o'er-board, by this bottle-which I made of the bark of a tree with mine own hands, since I was cast a-shore.

Cal. I'll swear upon that bottle, to be thy true subject;

For the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here: swear, then, how thou escap'dst. Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck. I can swim like 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 by th' sea-side, where my wine is hid. How now, mcon-calf! how does thine ague?

Cal. Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven? Ste. Out o' th' moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i' th' moon, when time was.

Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee: My mistress show'd me thee, and thy dog, and thy bush.

Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book; I will furnish it anon with new contents: swear.

Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster :-I afeard of him?-a very weak monster. The man i' tn' moon!-a most poor credulous monster.-Well drawn, monster, in good sooth. [island; Cal. I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' And I will 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 in my heart to beat him,

Ste. Come, kiss.

Trin. But that the poor monster's in drink. An abominable monster!

Cal. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;

I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.
A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
Thou wondrous man.

Trin. A most ridiculous monster,-to make a wonder of a poor drunkard!

Ca'. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;

And I with my long nails will dig thee pig-nuts, Show thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet. I'll bring thee To clustering filberds; and sometimes I'll get thee

Young scamels from the rock: Wilt thou go with me?

Ste. I pr'ythee now, lead the way, without any more talking.-Trinculo, the King and all our company else being drown'd, we will inherit here. Here; bear my bottle.-Fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him, by and by, again.

Cal. [Sings drunkenly.] Farewell, master; farewell, farewell.

Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster.
Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish;
Nor fetch in firing

At requiring,

Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish; Ban Ban, Ca-Caliban,

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Has a new master-get a new man. Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom! hey-day, freedom! Ste. O brave monster! lead the way.

Act Third.


SCENE I.-Before PROSPERO's Cell.
Enter FERDINAND, bearing a Log.

Fer. THERE be some sports are painful, and their labour

Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. This my mean task
Would be as heavy to me, as odious; but
The mistress which I serve quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours pleasures. O! she is
Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed;

| And he's compos'd of harshness. I must remove
Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up,
Upon a sore injunction. My sweet mistress
Weeps when she sees me work, and says, such

Had never like executor. I forget:
But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my
Most busiest when I do it.

Enter MIRANDA, and PROSPERO at a distance.
Alas! now, pray you,
Work not so hard: I would, the lightning had
Burnt up those logs that you are enjoin'd to pile.
Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns,
Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
Is hard at study: pray now rest yourself:
He's safe for these three hours.
O! most dear mistress,
The sun will set, before I shall discharge
What I must strive to do.
If you'll sit down, [that:
I'll bear your logs the while. Pray, give me
I'll carry it to the pile.
No, precious creature:
I had rather crack my sinews, break my back,
Than you should such dishonour undergo,
While I sit lazy by.
It would become me
As well as it does you; and I should do it
With much more ease, for my good will is to it,
And yours it is against.



Poor worm! thou art infected; This visitation shows it. Mira.

You look wearily.

Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning

with me,

When you are by at night. I do beseech you,-
Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers-
What is your name?

Miranda. O my father!
I have broke your hest to say so.

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 Th' 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.

Mira. I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, Save, from my glass, mine own; nor have I seen More that I may call men, than you, good friend, And my dear father. How features are abroad, I am 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 I therein do forget.

I am, in my condition,
A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;
(I would, not so!) and would no more endure
This wooden slavery, than to suffer [speak:
The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my soul
The very instant that I saw you, did
My heart fly to your service, there resides,
To make me slave to it; and for your sake,
Am I this patient log-man.

Do you love me? [sound,
Fer. O heaven! O earth! bear witness to this

And crown what I profess with kind event,
If I speak true; if hollowly, invert
What best is boded me, to mischief! I,
Beyond all limit of what else i' th' world,
Do love, prize, honour you.

To weep at what I am glad of.

I am a fool,

Fair encounter Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace On that which breeds between 'em! Fer. Wherefore weep you? Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give; and, much less, take What I shall die to want. But this is trifling; And all the more it seeks to hide itself,

The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning!

And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
I am your wife, if you will marry me;
If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow,
You may deny me; but I'll be your servant,
Whether you will or no.


And I thus humble, ever. Mira.

My mistress, dearest;

My husband, then? Fer. Ay, with a heart as willing As bondage e'er of freedom: here's my hand. Mira. And mine, with my heart in 't: and now farewell, Till half an hour hence.


A thousand thousand! [Exeunt FER. and MIRA. Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be, Who are surpris'd with all; but my rejoicing At nothing can be more. I'll to my book; For yet, ere supper time, must I perform Much business appertaining.


SCENE II.-Another Part of the Island. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO. 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! They say, there's but five upon this isle : we are three of them; if th' other two be brain'd 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 drown'd his tongue in sack for my part, the sea cannot drown me: I swam, ere I could recover the shore, five-andthirty leagues, off and on, by this light!-Thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard. Trin. Your lieutenant, if you list: he's no standard.

Ste. We'll not run, monsieur monster. Trin. Nor go neither; but you'll lie, like dogs, and yet say nothing neither.

Ste. Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf. [shoe. Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy I'll not serve him; he is not valiant.

Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in case to justle a constable. 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? [my lord? Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, Trin. Lord, quoth he!-that a monster should [pr'ythee. Cal. Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I Ste. Trinculo, keep a good tongue in your head: if you prove a mutineer, the next tree.

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Ari. Thou liest.


Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou;

I would, my valiant master would destroy thee: I do not lie.

Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in 's tale, by this hand, I will supplant some of your teeth.

Trin. Why, I said nothing.

Ste. Mum then, and no more.-[To CALIBAN.] Proceed.

Cal. I say by sorcery he got this isle; From me he got it: if thy greatness will, Revenge it on him, for, I know, thou dar'st; But this thing dare not.


Ste. That's most certain. Cal. Thou shalt be lord of it, and I'll serve Ste. How, now, shall this be compass'd? Canst thou bring me to the party?

[asleep, Cal. Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee Where thou may'st knock a nail into his head. Ari. Thou liest; thou canst not. [patch!Cal. What a pi'd ninny's this! Thou scurvy I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows, And take his bottle from him: when that's gone, He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not show him

Where the quick freshes are.

Ste. Trinculo, run into no farther danger: interrupt the monster one word farther, and, by this hand, I'll turn my mercy out o' doors, and make a stock-fish of thee.

Trin. Why, what did I? I did nothing. I'll go farther off.

Ste. Didst thou not say, he lied?
Ari. Thou liest.

Ste. Do I so? take thou that. [Strikes him.] As you like this, give me the lie another time.

Trin. I did not give the lie.-Out o' your wits, and hearing too?-This can sack and drinking do.-A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers!

Cal. Ha, ha, ha! [stand farther off. Ste. Now, forward with your tale. Pr'ythee Cal. Beat him enough: after a little time, I'll beat him too.

Stand farther.-Come, proceed.
Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him
I' th' afternoon to sleep: there thou may'st brain

Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember,
First to possess his books; for without them
He's but a sot, as I am, nor hath not
One spirit to command: they all do hate him,
As rootedly as I. Burn but his books;
He has brave utensils, (for so he calls them)
Which, when he has a house, he'll deck withal:
And that most deeply to consider is,
The beauty of his daughter. He himself
Calls her a nonpareil: I never saw a woman,
But only Sycorax, my dam, and she;
But she as far surpasseth Sycorax,
As great'st does least.

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Let it be to-night;

Cal. Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they
Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance,
As when they are fresh.

And bring thee forth brave brood.

Ste. Monster, I will kill this man: his daugh

ter 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.

Ste. Give me thy hand: I am sorry I beat thee; but, while thou liv'st, keep a good tongue in thy head.

Cal. Within this half hour will he be asleep; Wilt thou destroy him then? Ste.

Ay, on mine honour. Ari. This will I tell my master. [pleasure. Cal. Thou mak'st me merry: I am full of Let us be jocund: will you troll the catch You taught me but while-ere?

Ste. At thy request, monster, I will do reason, any reason. Čome 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, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and

hurt not.

Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears; and sometimes voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, [ing, Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreamThe clouds, methought, would open, and show Ready to drop upon me, that when I wak'd [riches I cry'd to dream again.

Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.

Cal. When Prospero is destroy'd. [story. Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the 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. SCENE III.-Another Part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and Others. Gon. By'r la'kin, I can go no farther, sir; My old bones ake: here's a maze trod, indeed, Through forth-rights, and meanders! by your I needs must rest me. [patience, Alon.

Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Who am myself attach'd with weariness, To th' dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest. Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd, Whom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land. Well, let him go. Ant. I am right glad that he's so out of hope. [Aside to SEBASTIAN. Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose That you resolv'd t' effect. Seb.

Will we take thoroughly.

The next advantage

[Solemn and strange music; and PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a Banquet: they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and, inviting the King, &c., to eat, they depart.]

I say, to-night: no more.
Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends,
Gon. Marvellous sweet music!

Alon. Give us kind keepers, heaven! What were these?

Seb. A living drollery. Now I will believe That there are unicorns; that in Arabia [phoenix There is one tree, the phoenix' throne; one At this hour reigning there. Ant. I'll believe both; And what does else want credit, come to me, [lie, And I'll be sworn 'tis true. Travellers ne'er did Though fools at home condemn 'em. If in Naples


I should report this now, would they believe me?
If I should say, I saw such islanders,
(For, certes, these are people of the island)
Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet,

Their manners are more gentle, kind, than of
Our human generation you shall find
Many, nay, almost any.


[Aside.] Honest lord, Thou hast said well; for some of you there present, Are worse than devils.

Alon. I cannot too much muse, [pressing Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, ex(Although they want the use of tongue) a kind Of excellent dumb discourse.


[Aside.] Praise in departing. Fran. They vanish'd strangely. Seb.

No matter, since They have left their viands behind, for we have stomachs.

Will't please you taste of what is here.

Not I.

Alon. [were boys, Gon. Faith, sir, you need not fear. When we Who would believe that there were mountaineers Dew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at 'em

Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men, Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find,

Each putter-out on five for one will bring us
Good warrant of.
I will stand to and feed,
Although my last: no matter, since I feel
The best is past.-Brother, my lord the duke,
Stand to, and do as we.

Thunder and Lightning. Enter ARIEL like a
Harpy, claps his wings upon the table, and,
with a quaint device, the Banquet vanishes.
Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny
(That hath to instrument this lower world,
And what is in't) the never-surfeited sea
Hath caus'd 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 One dowle that's in my plume. My fellowministers

Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt, Your swords are now too massy for your strengths,

And will not be uplifted. But, remember, (For that's my business to you) that you three From Milan did supplant good Prospero; Expos'd unto the sea, (which hath requit it,) Him, and his innocent child: for which foul deed

The powers-delaying, not forgetting,- have Incens'd the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures,

Against your peace. Thee, of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me,
Lingering perdition (worse than any death
Can be at once) shall step by step attend
You, and your ways; whose wraths to guard you


(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 music, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mocks 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.
Of my instruction hast thou nothing 'bated,
In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life
And observation strange, my meaner ministers
Their several kinds have done. My high charms

And these, mine enemies, are all knit up

In their distractions: they now are in my power;
And in these fits I leave them, while I visit
Young Ferdinand, (whom they suppose is

And his and my lov'd darling. [Exit PROSPERO.
Gon. I' th' name of something holy, sir, why
stand you
In this strange stare?

O, it is monstrous! monstrous!
Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it;
The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder,
That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd
The name of Prosper: it did base my trespass.
Therefore my son i' th' ooze is bedded; and
I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded,
And with him there lie mudded.
But one fiend at a time,
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 guilt,

Like poison given to work a great time after,
Now 'gins to bite the spirits.-I do beseech you,
That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly,
And hinder them from what this ecstasy
May now provoke them to.


Follow, I pray you.

Act Fourth.


SCENE I.- Before PROSPERO's Cell. Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA, Pro. IF I have too austerely punish'd you, Your compensation makes amends; for I Have given you here a thread of mine own life,

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For quiet days, fair issue, and long life,
With such love as 'tis now, the strong'st sug-

Our worser genius can, shall never taint
My honour.
Fairly spoke.
Sit then, and talk with her; she is thine own.-
What, Ariel! my industrious servant Ariel !
Enter ARIEL.

Ari. What would my potent master? here
I am.

Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service

Did worthily perform, and I must use you
In such another trick. Go, bring the rabble,
O'er whom I give thee pow'r, here, to this


Incite them to quick motion; for I must Bestow upon the eyes of this young couple Some vanity of mine art: it is my promise, And they expect it from me.



Pro. Ay, with a twink. Ari. Before you can say, 'Come,' and 'go,' And breathe twice; and cry, 'so so;' Each one, tripping on his toe, Will be here with mop and mowe. Do you love me, master? no?

Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel. Do not approach,

Till thou dost hear me call.

Well, I conceive. [Exit. Pro. Look thou be true.

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