ACT IV. THE MIND ALONE VALUABLE. For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich; Because his painted skin contents the eye? ACT V. THE WIFE'S DUTY TO HER HUSBAND. Fie, fie! unknit that threat'ning unkind brow; A woman mov'd, is like a a fountain troubled, * Appeareth. And, when she's froward, peevish, sullen, sour, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. But that our soft conditions* and our hearts, TEMPEST. ACT I. AN USURPING SUBSTITUTE COMPARED TO JOY... THAT now he was The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, And suck'd my verdure out on't. ARIEL'S DESCRIPTION OF MANAGING THE STORM. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide, And burn in many places; on the top-mast, The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the precursors O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and cracks Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune * Gentle tempers. Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake. Not a soul, But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair,) Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, And all the devils are here. PROSPERO REPROVING ARIEL. Thou dost; and think'st It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; CALIBAN'S CURSES. 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! Pro. 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 honeycombs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them. Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, *Fairies. The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fer tile: Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me CALIBAN'S EXULTATION AFTER PROSPERO TELLS HIM > MUSIC. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth? It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, -Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my passión, With its sweet air. ARIEL'S SONG. Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Into something rich and strange. Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. A LOVER'S SPEECH. 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, or this man's threats, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth ACT II. DESCRIPTION OF FERDINAND'S SWIMMING ASHORE. I saw him beat the surges under him, The surge most swoln that met him: his bold head SLEEP. Do not omit the heavy offer of it: A FINE APOSIOPESIS. They fell together all, as by consent; What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee: and CALIBAN'S CURSES. All the infections that the sun sucks up |