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  • Title: The Tempest (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editors: Brent Whitted, Paul Yachnin
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-370-0

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editors: Brent Whitted, Paul Yachnin
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    The Tempest (Folio 1, 1623)

    T H E
    T E M P E S T.

    1Actus primus, Scena prima.

    A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard: En-
    ter a Ship-master, and a Boteswaine.

    Botes. Heere Master: What cheere?
    Mast. Good: Speake to th'Mariners: fall
    too't, yarely, or we run our selues a ground,
    bestirre, bestirre. Exit.
    10Enter Mariners.
    Botes. Heigh my hearts, cheerely, cheerely my harts:
    yare, yare: Take in the toppe-sale: Tend to th'Masters
    whistle: Blow till thou burst thy winde, if roome e-
    15Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinando,
    Gonzalo, and others.
    Alon. Good Boteswaine haue care: where's the Ma-
    ster? Play the men.
    Botes. I pray now keepe below.
    20Anth. Where is the Master, Boson?
    Botes. Do you not heare him? you marre our labour,
    Keepe your Cabines: you do assist the storme.
    Gonz. Nay, good be patient.
    Botes. When the Sea is: hence, what cares these roa-
    25rers for the name of King? to Cabine; silence: trouble
    vs not.
    Gon. Good, yet remember whom thou hast aboord.
    Botes. None that I more loue then my selfe. You are
    a Counsellor, if you can command these Elements to si-
    30lence, and worke the peace of the present, wee will not
    hand a rope more, vse your authoritie: If you cannot,
    giue thankes you haue liu'd so long, and make your
    selfe readie in your Cabine for the mischance of the
    houre, if it so hap. Cheerely good hearts: out of our
    35way I say. Exit.
    Gon. I haue great comfort from this fellow: methinks
    he hath no drowning marke vpon him, his complexion
    is perfect Gallowes: stand fast good Fate to his han-
    ging, make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our
    40owne doth little aduantage: If he be not borne to bee
    hang'd, our case is miserable. Exit.
    Enter Boteswaine.
    Botes. Downe with the top-Mast: yare, lower, lower,
    bring her to Try with Maine-course. A plague ---
    45 A cry within. Enter Sebastian, Anthonio & Gonzalo.

    vpon this howling: they are lowder then the weather,
    or our office: yet againe? What do you heere? Shal we
    giue ore and drowne, haue you a minde to sinke?
    Sebas. A poxe o'your throat, you bawling, blasphe-
    50mous incharitable Dog.
    Botes. Worke you then.
    Anth. Hang cur, hang, you whoreson insolent Noyse-
    maker, we are lesse afraid to be drownde, then thou art.
    Gonz. I'le warrant him for drowning, though the
    55Ship were no stronger then a Nutt-shell, and as leaky as
    an vnstanched wench.
    Botes. Lay her a hold, a hold, set her two courses off
    to Sea againe, lay her off.

    Enter Mariners wet.
    60Mari. All lost, to prayers, to prayers, all lost.
    Botes. What must our mouths be cold?
    Gonz. The King, and Prince, at prayers, let's assist them,
    for our case is as theirs.
    Sebas. I'am out of patience.
    65An. We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards,
    This wide-chopt-rascall, would thou mightst lye drow-
    ning the washing of ten Tides.
    Gonz. Hee'l be hang'd yet,
    Though euery drop of water sweare against it,
    70And gape at widst to glut him. A confused noyse within.
    Mercy on vs.
    We split, we split, Farewell my wife, and children,
    Farewell brother: we split, we split, we split.
    Anth. Let's all sinke with' King
    75Seb. Let's take leaue of him. Exit.
    Gonz. Now would I giue a thousand furlongs of Sea,
    for an Acre of barren ground: Long heath, Browne
    firrs, any thing; the wills aboue be done, but I would
    faine dye a dry death. Exit.

    80Scena Secunda.

    Enter Prospero and Miranda.
    Mira. If by your Art (my deerest father) you haue
    Put the wild waters in this Rore; alay them:
    The skye it seemes would powre down stinking pitch,
    85But that the Sea, mounting to th' welkins cheeke,
    Dashes the fire out. Oh! I haue suffered
    With those that I saw suffer: A braue vessell

    (Who had no doubt some noble creature in her)
    Dash'd all to peeces: O the cry did knocke
    90Against my very heart: poore soules, they perish'd.
    Had I byn any God of power, I would
    Haue suncke the Sea within the Earth, or ere
    It should the good Ship so haue swallow'd, and
    The fraughting Soules within her.
    95Pros. Be collected,
    No more amazement: Tell your pitteous heart
    there's no harme done.
    Mira. O woe, the day.
    Pros. No harme:
    100I haue done nothing, but in care of thee
    (Of thee my deere one; thee my daughter) who
    Art ignorant of what thou art. naught knowing
    Of whence I am: nor that I am more better
    Then Prospero, Master of a full poore cell,
    105And thy no greater Father.
    Mira. More to know
    Did neuer medle with my thoughts.
    Pros. 'Tis time
    I should informe thee farther: Lend thy hand
    110And plucke my Magick garment from me: So,
    Lye there my Art: wipe thou thine eyes, haue comfort,
    The direfull spectacle of the wracke which touch'd
    The very vertue of compassion in thee:
    I haue with such prouision in mine Art
    115So safely ordered, that there is no soule
    No not so much perdition as an hayre
    Betid to any creature in the vessell
    Which thou heardst cry, which thou saw'st sinke: Sit [downe,
    For thou must now know farther.
    120Mira. You haue often
    Begun to tell me what I am, but stopt
    And left me to a bootelesse Inquisition,
    Concluding, stay: not yet.
    Pros. The howr's now come
    125The very minute byds thee ope thine eare,
    Obey, and be attentiue. Canst thou remember
    A time before we came vnto this Cell?
    I doe not thinke thou canst, for then thou was't not
    Out three yeeres old.
    130Mira. Certainely Sir, I can.
    Pros. By what? by any other house, or person?
    Of any thing the Image, tell me, that
    Hath kept with thy remembrance.
    Mira. 'Tis farre off:
    135And rather like a dreame, then an assurance
    That my remembrance warrants: Had I not
    Fowre, or fiue women once, that tended me?
    Pros. Thou hadst; and more Miranda: But how is it
    That this liues in thy minde? What seest thou els
    140In the dark-backward and Abisme of Time?
    Yf thou remembrest ought ere thou cam'st here,
    How thou cam'st here thou maist.
    Mira. But that I doe not.
    Pros. Twelue yere since ( Miranda) twelue yere since,
    145Thy father was the Duke of Millaine and
    A Prince of power:
    Mira. Sir, are not you my Father?
    Pros. Thy Mother was a peece of vertue, and
    She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
    150Was Duke of Millaine, and his onely heire,
    And Princesse; no worse Issued.
    Mira. O the heauens,
    What fowle play had we, that we came from thence?

    Or blessed was't we did?
    155Pros. Both, both my Girle.
    By fowle-play (as thou saist) were we heau'd thence,
    But blessedly holpe hither.
    Mira. O my heart bleedes
    To thinke oth' teene that I haue turn'd you to,
    160Which is from my remembrance, please you, farther;
    Pros. My brother and thy vncle, call'd Anthonio:
    I pray thee marke me, that a brother should
    Be so perfidious: he, whom next thy selfe
    Of all the world I lou'd, and to him put
    165The mannage of my state, as at that time
    Through all the signories it was the first,
    And Prospero, the prime Duke, being so reputed
    In dignity; and for the liberall Artes,
    Without a paralell; those being all my studie,
    170The Gouernment I cast vpon my brother,
    And to my State grew stranger, being transported
    And rapt in secret studies, thy false vncle
    (Do'st thou attend me?)
    Mira. Sir, most heedefully.
    175Pros. Being once perfected how to graunt suites,
    how to deny them: who t'aduance, and who
    To trash for ouer-topping; new created
    The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd 'em,
    Or els new form'd 'em; hauing both the key,
    180Of Officer, and office, set all hearts i'th state
    To what tune pleas'd his eare, that now he was
    The Iuy which had hid my princely Trunck,
    And suckt my verdure out on't: Thou attend'st not?
    Mira. O good Sir, I doe.
    185Pros. I pray thee marke me:
    I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
    To closenes, and the bettering of my mind
    with that, which but by being so retir'd
    Ore-priz'd all popular rate: in my false brother
    190Awak'd an euill nature, and my trust
    Like a good parent, did beget of him
    A falsehood in it's contrarie, as great
    As my trust was, which had indeede no limit,
    A confidence sans bound. He being thus Lorded,
    195Not onely with what my reuenew yeelded,
    But what my power might els exact. Like one
    Who hauing into truth, by telling of it,
    Made such a synner of his memorie
    To credite his owne lie, he did beleeue
    200He was indeed the Duke, out o'th' Substitution
    And executing th'outward face of Roialtie
    With all prerogatiue: hence his Ambition growing:
    Do'st thou heare?
    Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafenesse.
    205Pros. To haue no Schreene between this part he plaid,
    And him he plaid it for, he needes will be
    Absolute Millaine, Me (poore man) my Librarie
    Was Dukedome large enough: of temporall roalties
    He thinks me now incapable. Confederates
    210(so drie he was for Sway) with King of Naples
    To giue him Annuall tribute, doe him homage
    Subiect his Coronet, to his Crowne and bend
    The Dukedom yet vnbow'd (alas poore Millaine)
    To most ignoble stooping.
    215Mira. Oh the heauens:
    Pros. Marke his condition, and th'euent, then tell me
    If this might be a brother.
    Mira. I should sinne
    To thinke but Noblie of my Grand-mother,

    220Good wombes haue borne bad sonnes.
    Pro. Now the Condition.
    This King of Naples being an Enemy
    To me inueterate, hearkens my Brothers suit,
    Which was, That he in lieu o'th' premises,
    225Of homage, and I know not how much Tribute,
    Should presently extirpate me and mine
    Out of the Dukedome, and confer faire Millaine
    With all the Honors, on my brother: Whereon
    A treacherous Armie leuied, one mid-night
    230Fated to th' purpose, did Anthonio open
    The gates of Millaine, and ith' dead of darkenesse
    The ministers for th' purpose hurried thence
    Me, and thy crying selfe.
    Mir. Alack, for pitty:
    235I not remembring how I cride out then
    Will cry it ore againe: it is a hint
    That wrings mine eyes too't.
    Pro. Heare a little further,
    And then I'le bring thee to the present businesse
    240Which now's vpon's: without the which, this Story
    Were most impertinent.
    Mir. Wherefore did they not
    That howre destroy vs?
    Pro. Well demanded, wench:
    245My Tale prouokes that question: Deare, they durst not,
    So deare the loue my people bore me: nor set
    A marke so bloudy on the businesse; but
    With colours fairer, painted their foule ends.
    In few, they hurried vs a-boord a Barke,
    250Bore vs some Leagues to Sea, where they prepared
    A rotten carkasse of a Butt, not rigg'd,
    Nor tackle, sayle, nor mast, the very rats
    Instinctiuely haue quit it: There they hoyst vs
    To cry to th' Sea, that roard to vs; to sigh
    255To th' windes, whose pitty sighing backe againe
    Did vs but louing wrong.
    Mir. Alack, what trouble
    Was I then to you?
    Pro. O, a Cherubin
    260Thou was't that did preserue me; Thou didst smile,
    Infused with a fortitude from heauen,
    When I haue deck'd the sea with drops full salt,
    Vnder my burthen groan'd, which rais'd in me
    An vndergoing stomacke, to beare vp
    265Against what should ensue.
    Mir. How came we a shore?
    Pro. By prouidence diuine,
    Some food, we had, and some fresh water, that
    A noble Neopolitan Gonzalo
    270Out of his Charity, (who being then appointed
    Master of this designe) did giue vs, with
    Rich garments, linnens, stuffs, and necessaries
    Which since haue steeded much, so of his gentlenesse
    Knowing I lou'd my bookes, he furnishd me
    275From mine owne Library, with volumes, that
    I prize aboue my Dukedome.
    Mir. Would I might
    But euer see that man.
    Pro. Now I arise,
    280Sit still, and heare the last of our sea-sorrow:
    Heere in this Iland we arriu'd, and heere
    Haue I, thy Schoolemaster, made thee more profit
    Then other Princesse can, that haue more time
    For vainer howres; and Tutors, not so carefull.
    285Mir. Heuens thank you for't. And now I pray you Sir,

    For still 'tis beating in my minde; your reason
    For raysing this Sea-storme?
    Pro. Know thus far forth,
    By accident most strange, bountifull Fortune
    290(Now my deere Lady) hath mine enemies
    Brought to this shore: And by my prescience
    I finde my Zenith doth depend vpon
    A most auspitious starre, whose influence
    If now I court not, but omit; my fortunes
    295Will euer after droope: Heare cease more questions,
    Thou art inclinde to sleepe: 'tis a good dulnesse,
    And giue it way: I know thou canst not chuse:
    Come away, Seruant, come; I am ready now,
    Approach my Ariel. Come. Enter Ariel.
    300Ari. All haile, great Master, graue Sir, haile: I come
    To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
    To swim, to diue into the fire: to ride
    On the curld clowds: to thy strong bidding, taske
    Ariel, and all his Qualitie.
    305Pro. Hast thou, Spirit,
    Performd to point, the Tempest that I bad thee.
    Ar. To euery Article.
    I boorded the Kings ship: now on the Beake,
    Now in the Waste, the Decke, in euery Cabyn,
    310I flam'd amazement, sometime I'ld diuide
    And burne in many places; on the Top-mast,
    The Yards and Bore-spritt, would I flame distinctly,
    Then meete, and ioyne. Ioues Lightning, the precursers
    O'th dreadfull Thunder-claps more momentarie
    315And sight out-running were not; the fire, and cracks
    Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
    Seeme to besiege, and make his bold waues tremble,
    Yea, his dread Trident shake.
    Pro. My braue Spirit,
    320Who was so firme, so constant, that this coyle
    Would not infect his reason?
    Ar. Not a soule
    But felt a Feauer of the madde, and plaid
    Some tricks of desperation; all but Mariners
    325Plung'd in the foaming bryne, and quit the vessell;
    Then all a fire with me the Kings sonne Ferdinand
    With haire vp-staring (then like reeds, not haire)
    Was the first man that leapt; cride hell is empty,
    And all the Diuels are heere.
    330Pro. Why that's my spirit:
    But was not this nye shore?
    Ar. Close by, my Master.
    Pro. But are they ( Ariell) safe?
    Ar. Not a haire perishd:
    335On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
    But fresher then before: and as thou badst me,
    In troops I haue dispersd them 'bout the Isle:
    The Kings sonne haue I landed by himselfe,
    Whom I left cooling of the Ayre with sighes,
    340In an odde Angle of the Isle, and sitting
    His armes in this sad knot.
    Pro. Of the Kings ship,
    The Marriners, say how thou hast disposd,
    And all the rest o'th' Fleete?
    345Ar. Safely in harbour
    Is the Kings shippe, in the deepe Nooke, where once
    Thou calldst me vp at midnight to fetch dewe
    From the still-vext Bermoothes, there she's hid;
    The Marriners all vnder hatches stowed,
    350Who, with a Charme ioynd to their suffred labour
    I haue left asleep: and for the rest o'th' Fleet

    (Which I dispers'd) they all haue met againe,
    And are vpon the Mediterranian Flote
    Bound sadly home for Naples,
    355Supposing that they saw the Kings ship wrackt,
    And his great person perish.
    Pro. Ariel, thy charge
    Exactly is perform'd; but there's more worke:
    What is the time o'th'day?
    360Ar. Past the mid season.
    Pro. At least two Glasses: the time 'twixt six & now
    Must by vs both be spent most preciously.
    Ar. Is there more toyle? Since yu dost giue me pains,
    Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
    365Which is not yet perform'd me.
    Pro. How now? moodie?
    What is't thou canst demand?
    Ar. My Libertie.
    Pro. Before the time be out? no more:
    370Ar. I prethee,
    Remember I haue done thee worthy seruice,
    Told thee no lyes, made thee no mistakings, serv'd
    Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou did promise
    To bate me a full yeere.
    375Pro. Do'st thou forget
    From what a torment I did free thee? Ar.No.
    Pro. Thou do'st: & thinkst it much to tread ye Ooze
    Of the salt deepe;
    To run vpon the sharpe winde of the North,
    380To doe me businesse in the veines o'th' earth
    When it is bak'd with frost.
    Ar. I doe not Sir.
    Pro. Thou liest, malignant Thing: hast thou forgot
    The fowle Witch Sycorax, who with Age and Enuy
    385Was growne into a hoope? hast thou forgot her?
    Ar. No Sir.
    Pro. Thou hast: where was she born? speak: tell me:
    Ar. Sir, in Argier.
    Pro. Oh, was she so: I must
    390Once in a moneth recount what thou hast bin,
    Which thou forgetst. This damn'd Witch Sycorax
    For mischiefes manifold, and sorceries terrible
    To enter humane hearing, from Argier
    Thou know'st was banish'd: for one thing she did
    395They wold not take her life: Is not this true? Ar. I, Sir.
    Pro. This blew ey'd hag, was hither brought with (child,
    And here was left by th' Saylors; thou my slaue,
    As thou reportst thy selfe, was then her seruant,
    And for thou wast a Spirit too delicate
    400To act her earthy, and abhord commands,
    Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee
    By helpe of her more potent Ministers,
    And in her most vnmittigable rage,
    Into a clouen Pyne, within which rift
    405Imprison'd, thou didst painefully remaine
    A dozen yeeres: within which space she di'd,
    And left thee there: where thou didst vent thy groanes
    As fast as Mill-wheeles strike: Then was this Island
    (Saue for the Son, that he did littour heere,
    410A frekelld whelpe, hag-borne) not honour'd with
    A humane shape.
    Ar. Yes: Caliban her sonne.
    Pro. Dull thing, I say so: he, that Caliban
    Whom now I keepe in seruice, thou best know'st
    415What torment I did finde thee in; thy grones
    Did make wolues howle, and penetrate the breasts
    Of euer-angry Beares; it was a torment
    To lay vpon the damn'd, which Sycorax
    Could not againe vndoe: it was mine Art,
    420When I arriu'd, and heard thee, that made gape
    The Pyne, and let thee out.
    Ar. I thanke thee Master.
    Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an Oake
    And peg-thee in his knotty entrailes, till
    425Thou hast howl'd away twelue winters.
    Ar. Pardon, Master,
    I will be correspondent to command
    And doe my spryting, gently.
    Pro. Doe so: and after two daies
    430I will discharge thee.
    Ar. That's my noble Master:
    What shall I doe? say what? what shall I doe?
    Pro. Goe make thy selfe like a Nymph o'th' Sea,
    Be subiect to no sight but thine, and mine: inuisible
    435To euery eye-ball else: goe take this shape
    And hither come in't: goe: hence
    With diligence. Exit.
    Pro. Awake, deere hart awake, thou hast slept well,
    440Mir. The strangenes of your story, put
    Heauinesse in me.
    Pro. Shake it off: Come on,
    Wee'll visit Caliban, my slaue, who neuer
    Yeelds vs kinde answere.
    445Mir. 'Tis a villaine Sir, I doe not loue to looke on.
    Pro. But as 'tis
    We cannot misse him: he do's make our fire,
    Fetch in our wood, and serues in Offices
    That profit vs: What hoa: slaue: Caliban:
    450Thou Earth, thou: speake.
    Cal. within. There's wood enough within.
    Pro. Come forth I say, there's other busines for thee:
    Come thou Tortoys, when? Enter Ariel like a water-
    Fine apparision: my queint Ariel, Nymph.
    455Hearke in thine eare.
    Ar. My Lord, it shall be done. Exit.
    Pro. Thou poysonous slaue, got by ye diuell himselfe
    Vpon thy wicked Dam; come forth. Enter Caliban.
    Cal. As wicked dewe, as ere my mother brush'd
    460With Rauens feather from vnwholesome Fen
    Drop on you both: A Southwest blow on yee,
    And blister you all ore.
    Pro. For this be sure, to night thou shalt haue cramps,
    Side-stitches, that shall pen thy breath vp, Vrchins
    465Shall for that vast of night, that they may worke
    All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
    As thicke as hony-combe, each pinch more stinging
    Then Bees that made 'em.
    Cal. I must eat my dinner:
    470This Island's mine by Sycorax my mother,
    Which thou tak'st from me: when thou cam'st first
    Thou stroakst me, & made much of me: wouldst giue me
    Water with berries in't: and teach me how
    To name the bigger Light, and how the lesse
    475That burne by day, and night: and then I lou'd thee
    And shew'd thee all the qualities o'th' Isle,
    The fresh Springs, Brine-pits; barren place and fertill,
    Curs'd be I that did so: All the Charmes
    Of Sycorax: Toades, Beetles, Batts light on you:
    480For I am all the Subiects that you haue,
    Which first was min owne King: and here you sty-me
    In this hard Rocke, whiles you doe keepe from me
    The rest o'th' Island.

    Pro. Thou most lying slaue,
    485Whom stripes may moue, not kindnes: I haue vs'd thee
    (Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd thee
    In mine owne Cell, till thou didst seeke to violate
    The honor of my childe.
    Cal. Oh ho, oh ho, would't had bene done:
    490Thou didst preuent me, I had peopel'd else
    This Isle with Calibans.
    Mira. Abhorred Slaue,
    Which any print of goodnesse wilt not take,
    Being capable of all ill: I pittied thee,
    495Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each houre
    One thing or other: when thou didst not (Sauage)
    Know thine owne meaning; but wouldst gabble, like
    A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
    With words that made them knowne: But thy vild race
    500(Tho thou didst learn) had that in't, which good natures
    Could not ab ide to be with; therefore wast thou
    Deseruedly confin'd into this Rocke, who hadst
    Deseru'd more then a prison.
    Cal. You taught me Language, and my profit on't
    505Is, I know how to curse: the red-plague rid you
    For learning me your language.
    Pros. Hag-seed, hence:
    Fetch vs in Fewell, and be quicke thou'rt best
    To answer other businesse: shrug'st thou (Malice)
    510If thou neglectst, or dost vnwillingly
    What I command, Ile racke thee with old Crampes,
    Fill all thy bones with Aches, make thee rore,
    That beasts shall tremble at thy dyn.
    Cal. No, 'pray thee.
    515I must obey, his Art is of such pow'r,
    It would controll my Dams god Setebos,
    And make a vassaile of him.
    Pro. So slaue, hence. Exit Cal.
    Enter Ferdinand & Ariel, inuisible playing & singing.
    520Ariel Song.
    Come vnto these yellow sands,
    and then take hands:
    Curtsied when you haue, and kist
    the wilde waues whist:
    Foote it featly heere, and there, and sweete Sprights beare
    525 the burthen.
    Burthen dispersedly.
    Harke, harke, bowgh wawgh: the watch-Dogges barke,
    Hark, hark, I heare, the straine of strutting Chanticlere
    cry cockadidle-dowe.
    530Fer. Where shold this Musick be? I'th aire, or th'earth?
    It sounds no more: and sure it waytes vpon
    Some God 'oth' Iland, sitting on a banke,
    Weeping againe the King my Fathers wracke.
    This Musicke crept by me vpon the waters,
    535Allaying both their fury, and my passion
    With it's sweet ayre: thence I haue follow'd it
    (Or it hath drawne me rather) but 'tis gone.
    No, it begins againe.
    Ariell Song.
    Full fadom fiue thy Father lies,
    540 Of his bones are Corrall made:
    Those are pearles that were his eies,
    Nothing of him that doth fade,
    But doth suffer a Sea-change
    Into something rich, & strange:
    545Sea-Nimphs hourly ring his knell.
    Burthen: ding dong.
    Harke now I heare them, ding-dong bell.
    Fer. The Ditty do's remember my drown'd father,
    This is no mortall busines, nor no sound

    550That the earth owes: I heare it now aboue me.
    Pro. The fringed Curtaines of thine eye aduance,
    And say what thou see'st yond.
    Mira. What is't a Spirit?
    Lord, how it lookes about: Beleeue me sir,
    555It carries a braue forme. But 'tis a spirit.
    Pro. No wench, it eats, and sleeps, & hath such senses
    As we haue: such. This Gallant which thou seest
    Was in the wracke: and but hee's something stain'd
    With greefe (that's beauties canker) yu might'st call him
    560A goodly person: he hath lost his fellowes,
    And strayes about to finde 'em.
    Mir. I might call him
    A thing diuine, for nothing naturall
    I euer saw so Noble.
    565Pro. It goes on I see
    As my soule prompts it: Spirit, fine spirit, Ile free thee
    Within two dayes for this.
    Fer. Most sure the Goddesse
    On whom these ayres attend: Vouchsafe my pray'r
    570May know if you remaine vpon this Island,
    And that you will some good instruction giue
    How I may beare me heere: my prime request
    (Which I do last pronounce) is (O you wonder)
    If you be Mayd, or no?
    575Mir. No wonder Sir,
    But certainly a Mayd.
    Fer. My Language? Heauens:
    I am the best of them that speake this speech,
    Were I but where 'tis spoken.
    580Pro. How? the best?
    What wer't thou if the King of Naples heard thee?
    Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
    To heare thee speake of Naples: he do's heare me,
    And that he do's, I weepe: my selfe am Naples,
    585Who, with mine eyes (neuer since at ebbe) beheld
    The King my Father wrack't.
    Mir. Alacke, for mercy.
    Fer. Yes faith, & all his Lords, the Duke of Millaine
    And his braue sonne, being twaine.
    590Pro. The Duke of Millaine
    And his more brauer daughter, could controll thee
    If now 'twere fit to do't: At the first sight
    They haue chang'd eyes: Delicate Ariel,
    Ile set thee free for this. A word good Sir,
    595I feare you haue done your selfe some wrong: A word.
    Mir. Why speakes my father so vngently? This
    Is the third man that ere I saw: the first
    That ere I sigh'd for: pitty moue my father
    To be enclin'd my way.
    600Fer. O, if a Virgin,
    And your affection not gone forth, Ile make you
    The Queene of Naples.
    Pro. Soft sir, one word more.
    They are both in eythers pow'rs: But this swift busines
    605I must vneasie make, least too light winning
    Make the prize light. One word more: I charge thee
    That thou attend me: Thou do'st heere vsurpe
    The name thou ow'st not, and hast put thy selfe
    Vpon this Island, as a spy, to win it
    610From me, the Lord on't.
    Fer. No, as I am a man.
    Mir. Ther's nothing ill, can dwell in such a Temple,
    If the ill-spirit haue so fayre a house,
    Good things will striue to dwell with't.
    615Pro. Follow me.

    Pros. Speake not you for him: hee's a Traitor: come,
    Ile manacle thy necke and feete toge ther:
    Sea water shalt thou drinke: thy food shall be
    The fresh-brooke Mussels, wither'd roots, and huskes
    620Wherein the Acorne cradled. Follow.
    Fer. No,
    I will resist such entertainment, till
    Mine enemy ha's more pow'r.
    He drawes, and is charmed from mouing.
    625Mira. O deere Father,
    Make not too rash a triall of him, for
    Hee's gentle, and not fearfull.
    Pros. What I say,
    My foote my Tutor? Put thy sword vp Traitor,
    630Who mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike: thy conscience
    Is so possest with guilt: Come, from thy ward,
    For I can heere disarme thee with this sticke,
    And make thy weapon drop.
    Mira. Beseech you Father.
    635Pros. Hence: hang not on my garments.
    Mira. Sir haue pity,
    Ile be his surety.
    Pros. Silence: One word more
    Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee: What,
    640An aduocate for an Impostor? Hush:
    Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
    (Hauing seene but him and Caliban:) Foolish wench,
    To th'most of men, this is a Caliban,
    And they to him are Angels.
    645Mira. My affections
    Are then most humble: I haue no ambition
    To see a goodlier man.
    Pros. Come on, obey:
    Thy Nerues are in their infancy againe.
    650And haue no vigour in them.
    Fer. So they are:
    My spirits, as in a dreame, are all bound vp:
    My Fathers losse, the weaknesse which I feele,
    The wracke of all my friends, nor this mans threats,
    655To whom I am subdude, are but light to me,
    Might I but through my prison once a day
    Behold this Mayd: all corners else o'th' Earth
    Let liberty make vse of: space enough
    Haue I in such a prison.
    660Pros. It workes: Come on.
    Thou hast done well, fine Ariell: follow me,
    Harke what thou else shalt do mee.
    Mira. Be of comfort,
    My Fathers of a better nature (Sir)
    665Then he appeares by speech: this is vnwonted
    Which now came from him.
    Pros. Thou shalt be as free
    As mountaine windes; but then exactly do
    All points of my command.
    670Ariell. To th'syllable.
    Pros. Come follow: speake not for him. Exeunt.

    Actus Secundus. Scœna Prima.

    Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian,
    Francisco, and others.
    675Gonz. Beseech you Sir, be merry; you haue cause,
    (So haue we all) of ioy; for our escape

    Is much beyond our losse; our hint of woe
    Is common, euery day, some Saylors wife,
    The Masters of some Merchant, and the Merchant
    680Haue iust our Theame of woe: But for the miracle,
    (I meane our preseruation) few in millions
    Can speake like vs: then wisely (good Sir) weigh
    Our sorrow, with our comfort.
    Alons. Prethee peace.
    685Seb. He receiues comfort like cold porredge.
    Ant. The Visitor will not giue him ore so.
    Seb. Looke, hee's winding vp the watch of his wit,
    By and by it will strike.
    Gon. Sir.
    690Seb. One: Tell.
    Gon. When euery greefe is entertaind,
    That's offer'd comes to th'entertainer.
    Seb. A dollor.
    Gon. Dolour comes to him indeed, you haue spoken
    695truer then you purpos'd.
    Seb. You haue taken it wiselier then I meant you
    Gon. Therefore my Lord.
    Ant. Fie, what a spend-thrift is he of his tongue.
    700Alon. I pre-thee spare.
    Gon. Well, I haue done: But yet
    Seb. He will be talking.
    Ant. Which, of he, or Adrian, for a good wager,
    First begins to crow?
    705Seb. The old Cocke.
    Ant. The Cockrell.
    Seb. Done: The wager?
    Ant. A Laughter.
    Seb. A match.
    710Adr. Though this Island seeme to be desert.
    Seb. Ha, ha, ha.
    Ant. So: you'r paid.
    Adr. Vninhabitable, and almost inaccessible.
    Seb. Yet
    715Adr. Yet
    Ant. He could not misse't.
    Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate
    Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.
    720Seb. I, and a subtle, as he most learnedly deliuer'd.
    Adr. The ayre breathes vpon vs here most sweetly.
    Seb. As if it had Lungs, and rotten ones.
    Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a Fen.
    Gon. Heere is euery thing aduantageous to life.
    725Ant. True, saue meanes to liue.
    Seb. Of that there's none, or little.
    Gon. How lush and lusty the grasse lookes?
    How greene?
    Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.
    730Seb. With an eye of greene in't.
    Ant. He misses not much.
    Seb. No: he doth but mistake the truth totally.
    Gon. But the rariety of it is, which is indeed almost
    beyond credit.
    735Seb. As many voucht rarieties are.
    Gon. That our Garments being (as they were) drencht
    in the Sea, hold notwithstanding their freshnesse and
    glosses, being rather new dy'de then stain'd with salte
    740Ant. If but one of his pockets could speake, would
    it not say he lyes?
    Seb. I, or very falsely pocket vp his report.

    Gon. Me thinkes our garments are now as fresh as
    when we put them on first in Affricke, at the marriage
    745of the kings faire daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis.
    Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in
    our returne.
    Adri. Tunis was neuer grac'd before with such a Pa-
    ragon to their Queene.
    750Gon. Not since widdow Dido's time.
    Ant. Widow? A pox o'that: how came that Wid-
    dow in? Widdow Dido!
    Seb. What if he had said Widdower Æneas too?
    Good Lord, how you take it?
    755Adri. Widdow Dido said you? You make me study
    of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
    Gon. This Tunis Sir was Carthage.
    Adri. Carthage? Gon. I assure you Carthage.
    Ant. His word is more then the miraculous Harpe.
    760Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.
    Ant. What impossible matter wil he make easy next?
    Seb. I thinke hee will carry this Island home in his
    pocket, and giue it his sonne for an Apple.
    Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the Sea, bring
    765forth more Islands.
    Gon. I. Ant. Why in good time.
    Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seeme
    now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage
    of your daughter, who is now Queene.
    770Ant. And the rarest that ere came there.
    Seb. Bate (I beseech you) widdow Dido.
    Ant. O Widdow Dido? I, Widdow Dido.
    Gon. Is not Sir my doublet as fresh as the first day I
    wore it? I meane in a sort.
    775Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.
    Gon. When I wore it at your daughters marriage.
    Alon. You cram these words into mine eares, against
    the stomacke of my sense: would I had neuer
    Married my daughter there: For comming thence
    780My sonne is lost, and (in my rate) she too,
    Who is so farre from Italy remoued,
    I ne're againe shall see her: O thou mine heire
    Of Naples and of Millaine, what strange fish
    Hath made his meale on thee?
    785Fran. Sir he may liue,
    I saw him beate the surges vnder him,
    And ride vpon their backes; he trod the water
    Whose enmity he flung aside: and brested
    The surge most swolne that met him: his bold head
    790'Boue the contentious waues he kept. and oared
    Himselfe with his good armes in lusty stroke
    To th'shore; that ore his waue-worne basis bowed
    As stooping to releeue him: I not doubt
    He came aliue to Land.
    795Alon. No, no, hee's gone.
    Seb. Sir you may thank your selfe for this great losse,
    That would not blesse our Europe with your daughter,
    But rather loose her to an Affrican,
    Where she at least, is banish'd from your eye,
    800Who hath cause to wet the greefe on't.
    Alon. Pre-thee peace.
    Seb. You were kneel'd too, & importun'd otherwise
    By all of vs: and the faire soule her selfe
    Waigh'd betweene loathnesse, and obedience, at
    805Which end o'th'beame should bow: we haue lost your (son,
    I feare for euer: Millaine and Naples haue
    Mo widdowes in them of this businesse making,
    Then we bring men to comfort them:

    The faults your owne.
    810Alon. So is the deer'st oth' losse.
    Gon. My Lord Sebastian,
    The truth you speake doth lacke some gentlenesse,
    And time to speake it in: you rub the sore,
    When you should bring the plaister.
    815Seb. Very well. Ant. And most Chirurgeonly.
    Gon. It is foule weather in vs all, good Sir,
    When you are cloudy.
    Seb. Fowle weather? Ant. Very foule.
    Gon. Had I plantation of this Isle my Lord.
    820Ant. Hee'd sow't vvith Nettle-seed.
    Seb. Or dockes, or Mallowes.
    Gon. And were the King on't, what vvould I do?
    Seb. Scape being drunke, for want of Wine.
    Gon. I'th'Commonwealth I vvould (by contraries)
    825Execute all things: For no kinde of Trafficke
    Would I admit: No name of Magistrate:
    Letters should not be knowne: Riches, pouerty,
    And vse of seruice, none: Contract, Succession,
    Borne, bound of Land, Tilth, Vineyard none:
    830No vse of Mettall, Corne, or Wine, or Oyle:
    No occupation, all men idle, all:
    And Women too, but innocent and pure:
    No Soueraignty.
    Seb. Yet he vvould be King on't.
    835Ant. The latter end of his Common-wealth forgets
    the beginning.
    Gon. All things in common Nature should produce
    Without sweat or endeuour: Treason, fellony,
    Sword, Pike, Knife, Gun, or neede of any Engine
    840Would I not haue: but Nature should bring forth
    Of it owne kinde, all foyzon, all abundance
    To feed my innocent people.
    Seb. No marrying 'mong his subiects?
    Ant. None (man) all idle; Whores and knaues,
    845Gon. I vvould vvith such perfection gouerne Sir:
    T'Excell the Golden Age.
    Seb. 'Saue his Maiesty. Ant. Long liue Gonzalo.
    Gon. And do you marke me, Sir?
    Alon. Pre-thee no more: thou dost talke nothing to (me.
    850Gon. I do vvell beleeue your Highnesse, and did it
    to minister occasion to these Gentlemen, who are of
    such sensible and nimble Lungs, that they alwayes vse
    to laugh at nothing.
    Ant. 'Twas you vve laugh'd at.
    855Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling am nothing
    to you: so you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.
    Ant. What a blow vvas there giuen?
    Seb. And it had not falne flat-long.
    Gon. You are Gentlemen of braue mettal: you would
    860lift the Moone out of her spheare, if she would continue
    in it fiue weekes vvithout changing.
    Enter Ariell playing solemne Musicke.
    Seb. We vvould so, and then go a Bat-fowling.
    Ant. Nay good my Lord, be not angry.
    865Gon. No I warrant you, I vvill not aduenture my
    discretion so weakly: Will you laugh me asleepe, for I
    am very heauy.
    Ant. Go sleepe, and heare vs.
    Alon. What, all so soone asleepe? I wish mine eyes
    870Would (with themselues) shut vp my thoughts,
    I finde they are inclin'd to do so.
    Seb. Please you Sir,
    Do not omit the heauy offer of it:
    It sildome visits sorrow, when it doth, it is a Comforter.

    875Ant. We two my Lord, will guard your person,
    While you take your rest, and watch your safety.
    Alon. Thanke you: Wondrous heauy.
    Seb. What a strange drowsines possesses them?
    Ant. It is the quality o'th'Clymate.
    880Seb. Why
    Doth it not then our eye-lids sinke? I finde
    Not my selfe dispos'd to sleep.
    Ant. Nor I, my spirits are nimble:
    They fell together all, as by consent
    885They dropt, as by a Thunder-stroke: what might
    Worthy Sebastian? O, what might? no more:
    And yet, me thinkes I see it in thy face,
    What thou should'st be: th'occasion speaks thee, and
    My strong imagination see's a Crowne
    890Dropping vpon thy head.
    Seb. What? art thou waking?
    Ant. Do you not heare me speake?
    Seb. I do, and surely
    It is a sleepy Language; and thou speak'st
    895Out of thy sleepe: What is it thou didst say?
    This is a strange repose, to be asleepe
    With eyes wide open: standing, speaking, mouing:
    And yet so fast asleepe.
    Ant. Noble Sebastian,
    900Thou let'st thy fortune sleepe: die rather: wink'st
    Whiles thou art waking.
    Seb. Thou do'st snore distinctly,
    There's meaning in thy snores.
    Ant. I am more serious then my custome: you
    905Must be so too, if heed me: which to do,
    Trebbles thee o're.
    Seb. Well: I am standing water.
    Ant. Ile teach you how to flow.
    Seb. Do so: to ebbe
    910Hereditary Sloth instructs me.
    Ant. O!
    If you but knew how you the purpose cherish
    Whiles thus you mocke it: how in stripping it
    You more inuest it: ebbing men, indeed
    915(Most often) do so neere the bottome run
    By their owne feare, or sloth.
    Seb. 'Pre-thee say on,
    The setting of thine eye, and cheeke proclaime
    A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
    920Which throwes thee much to yeeld.
    Ant. Thus Sir:
    Although this Lord of weake remembrance; this
    Who shall be of as little memory
    When he is earth'd, hath here almost perswaded
    925(For hee's a Spirit of perswasion, onely
    Professes to perswade) the King his sonne's aliue,
    'Tis as impossible that hee's vndrown'd,
    As he that sleepes heere, swims.
    Seb. I haue no hope
    930That hee's vndrown'd.
    Ant. O, out of that no hope,
    What great hope haue you? No hope that way, Is
    Another way so high a hope, that euen
    Ambition cannot pierce a winke beyond
    935But doubt discouery there. Will you grant with me
    That Ferdinand is drown'd.
    Seb. He's gone.
    Ant. Then tell me, who's the next heire of Naples?
    Seb. Claribell.
    940Ant. She that is Queene of Tunis: she that dwels

    Ten leagues beyond mans life: she that from Naples
    Can haue no note, vnlesse the Sun were post:
    The Man i'th Moone's too slow, till new-borne chinnes
    Be rough, and Razor-able: She that from whom
    945We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast againe,
    (And by that destiny) to performe an act
    Whereof, what's past is Prologue; what to come
    In yours, and my discharge.
    Seb. What stuffe is this? How say you?
    950'Tis true my brothers daughter's Queene of Tunis,
    So is she heyre of Naples, 'twixt which Regions
    There is some space.
    Ant. A space, whose eu'ry cubit
    Seemes to cry out, how shall that Claribell
    955Measure vs backe to Naples? keepe in Tunis,
    And let Sebastian wake. Say, this were death
    That now hath seiz'd them, why they were no worse
    Then now they are: There be that can rule Naples
    As well as he that sleepes: Lords, that can prate
    960As amply, and vnnecessarily
    As this Gonzallo: I my selfe could make
    A Chough of as deepe chat: O, that you bore
    The minde that I do; what a sleepe were this
    For your aduancement? Do you vnderstand me?
    965Seb. Me thinkes I do.
    Ant. And how do's your content
    Tender your owne good fortune?
    Seb. I remember
    You did supplant your Brothet Prospero.
    970Ant. True:
    And looke how well my Garments sit vpon me,
    Much feater then before: My Brothers seruants
    Were then my fellowes, now they are my men.
    Seb. But for your conscience.
    975Ant. I Sir: where lies that? If 'twere a kybe
    'Twould put me to my slipper: But I feele not
    This Deity in my bosome: 'Twentie consciences
    That stand 'twixt me, and Millaine, candied be they,
    And melt ere they mollest: Heere lies your Brother,
    980No better then the earth he lies vpon,
    If he were that which now hee's like (that's dead)
    Whom I with this obedient steele (three inches of it)
    Can lay to bed for euer: whiles you doing thus,
    To the perpetuall winke for aye might put
    985This ancient morsell: this Sir Prudence, who
    Should not vpbraid our course: for all the rest
    They'l take suggestion, as a Cat laps milke,
    They'l tell the clocke, to any businesse that
    We say befits the houre.
    990Seb. Thy case, deere Friend
    Shall be my president: As thou got'st Millaine,
    I'le come by Naples: Draw thy sword, one stroke
    Shall free thee from the tribute which thou paiest,
    And I the King shall loue thee.
    995Ant. Draw together:
    And when I reare my hand, do you the like
    To fall it on Gonzalo.
    Seb. O, but one word.
    Enter Ariell with Musicke and Song.
    1000Ariel. My Master through his Art foresees the danger
    That you (his friend) are in, and sends me forth
    (For else his proiect dies) to keepe them liuing.
    Sings in Gonzaloes eare.
    While you here do snoaring lie,
    1005Open-ey'd Conspiracie
    His time doth take:

    If of Life you keepe a care,
    Shake off slumber and beware.
    Awake, awake.
    1010Ant. Then let vs both be sodaine.
    Gon. Now, good Angels preserue the King.
    Alo. Why how now hoa; awake? why are you drawn?
    Wherefore this ghastly looking?
    Gon. What's the matter?
    1015Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
    (Euen now) we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
    Like Buls, or rather Lyons, did't not wake you?
    It strooke mine eare most terribly.
    Alo. I heard nothing.
    1020Ant. O, 'twas a din to fright a Monsters eare;
    To make an earthquake: sure it was the roare
    Of a whole heard of Lyons.
    Alo. Heard you this Gonzalo?
    Gon. Vpon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming,
    1025(And that a strange one too) which did awake me:
    I shak'd you Sir, and cride: as mine eyes opend,
    I saw their weapons drawne: there was a noyse,
    That's verily: 'tis best we stand vpon our guard;
    Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.
    1030Alo. Lead off this ground & let's make further search
    For my poore sonne.
    Gon. Heauens keepe him from these Beasts:
    For he is sure i'th Island.
    Alo. Lead away.
    1035Ariell. Prospero my Lord, shall know what I haue (done.
    So (King) goe safely on to seeke thy Son. Exeunt.

    Scœna Secunda.

    Enter Caliban, with a burthen of Wood (a noyse of
    Thunder heard.)

    1040Cal. All the infections that the Sunne suckes vp
    From Bogs, Fens, Flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
    By ynch-meale a disease: his Spirits heare me,
    And yet I needes must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
    Fright me with Vrchyn-shewes, pitch me i'th mire,
    1045Nor lead me like a fire-brand, in the darke
    Out of my way, vnlesse he bid 'em; but
    For euery trifle, are they set vpon me,
    Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me,
    And after bite me: then like Hedg-hogs, which
    1050Lye tumbling in my bare-foote way, and mount
    Their pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am I
    All wound with Adders, who with clouen tongues
    Doe hisse me into madnesse: Lo, now Lo, Enter Trinculo.
    Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment me
    1055For bringing wood in slowly: I'le fall flat,
    Perchance he will not minde me.
    Tri. Here's neither bush, nor shrub to beare off any
    weather at all: and another Storme brewing, I heare it
    sing ith' winde: yond same blacke cloud, yond huge
    1060one, lookes like a foule bumbard that would shed his
    licquor: if it should thunder, as it did before, I know
    not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot
    choose but fall by paile-fuls. What haue we here, a man,
    or a fish? dead or aliue? a fish, hee smels like a fish: a
    1065very ancient and fish-like smell: a kinde of, not of the

    newest poore-Iohn: a strange fish: were I in England
    now (as once I was) and had but this fish painted; not
    a holiday-foole there but would giue a peece of siluer:
    there, would this Monster, make a man: any strange
    1070beast there, makes a man: when they will not giue a
    doit to relieue a lame Begger, they will lay out ten to see
    a dead Indian: Leg'd like a man; and his Finnes like
    Armes: warme o' my troth: I doe now let loose my o-
    pinion; hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an Islan-
    1075der, that hath lately suffered by a Thunderbolt: Alas,
    the storme is come againe: my best way is to creepe vn-
    der his Gaberdine: there is no other shelter herea-
    bout: Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfel-
    lowes: I will here shrowd till the dregges of the storme
    1080be past.

    Enter Stephano singing.
    Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea, here shall I dye ashore.
    This is a very scuruy tune to sing at a mans
    Funerall: well, here's my comfort. Drinkes.
    The Master, the Swabber, the Boate-swaine & I;
    The Gunner, and his Mate
    Lou'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian, and Margerie,
    But none of vs car'd for Kate.
    For she had a tongue with a tang,
    1090Would cry to a Sailor goe hang:
    She lou'd not the sauour of Tar nor of Pitch,
    Yet a Tailor might scratch her where ere she did itch.
    Then to Sea Boyes, and let her goe hang.
    This is a scuruy tune too:
    1095But here's my comfort. drinks.
    Cal. Doe not torment me: oh.
    Ste. What's the matter?
    Haue we diuels here?
    Doe you put trickes vpon's with Saluages, and Men of
    1100Inde? ha? I haue not scap'd drowning, to be afeard
    now of your foure legges: for it hath bin said; as pro-
    per a man as euer went on foure legs, cannot make him
    giue ground: and it shall be said so againe, while Ste-
    phano breathes at' nostrils.
    1105Cal. The Spirit torments me: oh.
    Ste. This is some Monster of the Isle, with foure legs;
    who hath got (as I take it) an Ague: where the diuell
    should he learne our language? I will giue him some re-
    liefe if it be but for that: if I can recouer him, and keepe
    1110him tame, and get to Naples with him, he's a Pre-
    sent for any Emperour that euer trod on Neates-lea-
    Cal. Doe not torment me 'prethee: I'le bring my
    wood home faster.
    1115Ste. He's in his fit now; and doe's not talke after the
    wisest; hee shall taste of my Bottle: if hee haue neuer
    drunke wine afore, it will goe neere to remoue his Fit:
    if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, I will not take
    too much for him; hee shall pay for him that hath him,
    1120and that soundly.
    Cal. Thou do'st me yet but little hurt; thou wilt a-
    non, I know it by thy trembling: Now Prosper workes
    vpon thee.
    Ste. Come on your wayes: open your mouth: here
    1125is that which will giue 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 againe.
    Tri. I should know that voyce:
    1130It should be,