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T E M P E S T.
1Actus primus, Scena prima.
2 A tempestuous noise of Thunder and Lightning heard: En-
3 ter a Ship-master, and a Boteswaine.
4Master.
7Mast. Good: Speake to th'Mariners: fall
8too't, yarely, or we run our selues a ground,
10Enter Mariners.
11Botes. Heigh my hearts, cheerely, cheerely my harts:
14nough.
15Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Ferdinando,
16Gonzalo, and others.
18ster? Play the men.
19Botes. I pray now keepe below.
21Botes. Do you not heare him? you marre our labour,
23Gonz. Nay, good be patient.
25rers for the name of King? to Cabine; silence: trouble
26vs not.
30lence, and worke the peace of the present, wee will not
31hand a rope more, vse your authoritie: If you cannot,
32giue thankes you haue liu'd so long, and make your
34houre, if it so hap. Cheerely good hearts: out of our
36Gon. I haue great comfort from this fellow: methinks
37he hath no drowning marke vpon him, his complexion
39ging, make the rope of his destiny our cable, for our
40owne doth little aduantage: If he be not borne to bee
42Enter Boteswaine.
44bring her to Try with Maine-course. A plague ---
46vpon this howling: they are lowder then the weather,
47or our office: yet againe? What do you heere? Shal we
48giue ore and drowne, haue you a minde to sinke?
50mous incharitable Dog.
51Botes. Worke you then.
53maker, we are lesse afraid to be drownde, then thou art.
54Gonz. I'le warrant him for drowning, though the
56an vnstanched wench.
58to Sea againe, lay her off.
59Enter Mariners wet.
63for our case is as theirs.
64Sebas. I'am out of patience.
65An. We are meerly cheated of our liues by drunkards,
67ning the washing of ten Tides.
68Gonz. Hee'l be hang'd yet,
71Mercy on vs.
77for an Acre of barren ground: Long heath, Browne
78firrs, any thing; the wills aboue be done, but I would
79faine dye a dry death. Exit.
80Scena Secunda.
81Enter Prospero and Miranda.
83Put the wild waters in this Rore; alay them:
85But that the Sea, mounting to th' welkins cheeke,
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88(Who had no doubt some noble creature in her)
89Dash'd all to peeces: O the cry did knocke
91Had I byn any God of power, I would
92Haue suncke the Sea within the Earth, or ere
94The fraughting Soules within her.
96No more amazement: Tell your pitteous heart
97there's no harme done.
98Mira. O woe, the day.
99Pros. No harme:
100I haue done nothing, but in care of thee
101(Of thee my deere one; thee my daughter) who
102Art ignorant of what thou art. naught knowing
103Of whence I am: nor that I am more better
105And thy no greater Father.
106Mira. More to know
107Did neuer medle with my thoughts.
108Pros. 'Tis time
109I should informe thee farther: Lend thy hand
110And plucke my Magick garment from me: So,
111Lye there my Art: wipe thou thine eyes, haue comfort,
112The direfull spectacle of the wracke which touch'd
113The very vertue of compassion in thee:
116No not so much perdition as an hayre
117Betid to any creature in the vessell
119For thou must now know farther.
120Mira. You haue often
121Begun to tell me what I am, but stopt
123Concluding, stay: not yet.
124Pros. The howr's now come
125The very minute byds thee ope thine eare,
126Obey, and be attentiue. Canst thou remember
127A time before we came vnto this Cell?
128I doe not thinke thou canst, for then thou was't not
129Out three yeeres old.
130Mira. Certainely Sir, I can.
132Of any thing the Image, tell me, that
133Hath kept with thy remembrance.
135And rather like a dreame, then an assurance
136That my remembrance warrants: Had I not
137Fowre, or fiue women once, that tended me?
140In the dark-backward and Abisme of Time?
143Mira. But that I doe not.
145Thy father was the Duke of Millaine and
146A Prince of power:
147Mira. Sir, are not you my Father?
148Pros. Thy Mother was a peece of vertue, and
150Was Duke of Millaine, and his onely heire,
152Mira. O the heauens,
153What fowle play had we, that we came from thence?
154Or blessed was't we did?
155Pros. Both, both my Girle.
157But blessedly holpe hither.
158Mira. O my heart bleedes
159To thinke oth' teene that I haue turn'd you to,
160Which is from my remembrance, please you, farther;
161Pros. My brother and thy vncle, call'd Anthonio:
162I pray thee marke me, that a brother should
164Of all the world I lou'd, and to him put
165The mannage of my state, as at that time
168In dignity; and for the liberall Artes,
170The Gouernment I cast vpon my brother,
173(Do'st thou attend me?)
176how to deny them: who t'aduance, and who
177To trash for ouer-topping; new created
178The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd 'em,
179Or els new form'd 'em; hauing both the key,
181To what tune pleas'd his eare, that now he was
182The Iuy which had hid my princely Trunck,
184Mira. O good Sir, I doe.
185Pros. I pray thee marke me:
186I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
187To closenes, and the bettering of my mind
188with that, which but by being so retir'd
189Ore-priz'd all popular rate: in my false brother
190Awak'd an euill nature, and my trust
191Like a good parent, did beget of him
192A falsehood in it's contrarie, as great
193As my trust was, which had indeede no limit,
195Not onely with what my reuenew yeelded,
196But what my power might els exact. Like one
197Who hauing into truth, by telling of it,
199To credite his owne lie, he did beleeue
200He was indeed the Duke, out o'th' Substitution
201And executing th'outward face of Roialtie
202With all prerogatiue: hence his Ambition growing:
205Pros. To haue no Schreene between this part he plaid,
206And him he plaid it for, he needes will be
207Absolute Millaine, Me (poore man) my Librarie
208Was Dukedome large enough: of temporall roalties
209He thinks me now incapable. Confederates
210(so drie he was for Sway) with King of Naples
211To giue him Annuall tribute, doe him homage
212Subiect his Coronet, to his Crowne and bend
213The Dukedom yet vnbow'd (alas poore Millaine)
215Mira. Oh the heauens:
216Pros. Marke his condition, and th'euent, then tell me
217If this might be a brother.
219To thinke but Noblie of my Grand-mother,
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220Good wombes haue borne bad sonnes.
221Pro. Now the Condition.
222This King of Naples being an Enemy
223To me inueterate, hearkens my Brothers suit,
224Which was, That he in lieu o'th' premises,
225Of homage, and I know not how much Tribute,
226Should presently extirpate me and mine
227Out of the Dukedome, and confer faire Millaine
228With all the Honors, on my brother: Whereon
229A treacherous Armie leuied, one mid-night
230Fated to th' purpose, did Anthonio open
231The gates of Millaine, and ith' dead of darkenesse
233Me, and thy crying selfe.
234Mir. Alack, for pitty:
235I not remembring how I cride out then
236Will cry it ore againe: it is a hint
237That wrings mine eyes too't.
238Pro. Heare a little further,
240Which now's vpon's: without the which, this Story
241Were most impertinent.
242Mir. Wherefore did they not
243That howre destroy vs?
244Pro. Well demanded, wench:
246So deare the loue my people bore me: nor set
248With colours fairer, painted their foule ends.
249In few, they hurried vs a-boord a Barke,
250Bore vs some Leagues to Sea, where they prepared
251A rotten carkasse of a Butt, not rigg'd,
254To cry to th' Sea, that roard to vs; to sigh
256Did vs but louing wrong.
257Mir. Alack, what trouble
258Was I then to you?
259Pro. O, a Cherubin
261Infused with a fortitude from heauen,
263Vnder my burthen groan'd, which rais'd in me
264An vndergoing stomacke, to beare vp
267Pro. By prouidence diuine,
269A noble Neopolitan Gonzalo
270Out of his Charity, (who being then appointed
274Knowing I lou'd my bookes, he furnishd me
275From mine owne Library, with volumes, that
276I prize aboue my Dukedome.
277Mir. Would I might
278But euer see that man.
281Heere in this Iland we arriu'd, and heere
283Then other Princesse can, that haue more time
284For vainer howres; and Tutors, not so carefull.
285Mir. Heuens thank you for't. And now I pray you Sir,
288Pro. Know thus far forth,
290(Now my deere Lady) hath mine enemies
292I finde my Zenith doth depend vpon
294If now I court not, but omit; my fortunes
298Come away, Seruant, come; I am ready now,
299Approach my Ariel. Come. Enter Ariel.
304Ariel, and all his Qualitie.
306Performd to point, the Tempest that I bad thee.
307Ar. To euery Article.
308I boorded the Kings ship: now on the Beake,
309Now in the Waste, the Decke, in euery Cabyn,
311And burne in many places; on the Top-mast,
313Then meete, and ioyne. Ioues Lightning, the precursers
314O'th dreadfull Thunder-claps more momentarie
317Seeme to besiege, and make his bold waues tremble,
318Yea, his dread Trident shake.
319Pro. My braue Spirit,
323But felt a Feauer of the madde, and plaid
324Some tricks of desperation; all but Mariners
325Plung'd in the foaming bryne, and quit the vessell;
327With haire vp-staring (then like reeds, not haire)
329And all the Diuels are heere.
331But was not this nye shore?
339Whom I left cooling of the Ayre with sighes,
341His armes in this sad knot.
344And all the rest o'th' Fleete?
345Ar. Safely in harbour
346Is the Kings shippe, in the deepe Nooke, where once
347Thou calldst me vp at midnight to fetch dewe
349The Marriners all vnder hatches stowed,
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352(Which I dispers'd) they all haue met againe,
353And are vpon the Mediterranian Flote
354Bound sadly home for Naples,
357Pro. Ariel, thy charge
358Exactly is perform'd; but there's more worke:
359What is the time o'th'day?
364Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
365Which is not yet perform'd me.
366Pro. How now? moodie?
367What is't thou canst demand?
368Ar. My Libertie.
369Pro. Before the time be out? no more:
370Ar. I prethee,
371Remember I haue done thee worthy seruice,
373Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou did promise
374To bate me a full yeere.
378Of the salt deepe;
379To run vpon the sharpe winde of the North,
381When it is bak'd with frost.
382Ar. I doe not Sir.
384The fowle Witch Sycorax, who with Age and Enuy
385Was growne into a hoope? hast thou forgot her?
386Ar. No Sir.
388Ar. Sir, in Argier.
390Once in a moneth recount what thou hast bin,
391Which thou forgetst. This damn'd Witch Sycorax
393To enter humane hearing, from Argier
397And here was left by th' Saylors; thou my slaue,
399And for thou wast a Spirit too delicate
400To act her earthy, and abhord commands,
402By helpe of her more potent Ministers,
403And in her most vnmittigable rage,
404Into a clouen Pyne, within which rift
407And left thee there: where thou didst vent thy groanes
409(Saue for the Son, that he did littour heere,
410A frekelld whelpe, hag-borne) not honour'd with
411A humane shape.
415What torment I did finde thee in; thy grones
416Did make wolues howle, and penetrate the breasts
417Of euer-angry Beares; it was a torment
418To lay vpon the damn'd, which Sycorax
419Could not againe vndoe: it was mine Art,
420When I arriu'd, and heard thee, that made gape
421The Pyne, and let thee out.
424And peg-thee in his knotty entrailes, till
425Thou hast howl'd away twelue winters.
427I will be correspondent to command
428And doe my spryting, gently.
430I will discharge thee.
436And hither come in't: goe: hence
437With diligence. Exit.
439Awake.
441Heauinesse in me.
444Yeelds vs kinde answere.
445Mir. 'Tis a villaine Sir, I doe not loue to looke on.
446Pro. But as 'tis
450Thou Earth, thou: speake.
453Come thou Tortoys, when? Enter Ariel like a water-
454Fine apparision: my queint Ariel, Nymph.
455Hearke in thine eare.
458Vpon thy wicked Dam; come forth. Enter Caliban.
460With Rauens feather from vnwholesome Fen
461Drop on you both: A Southwest blow on yee,
462And blister you all ore.
465Shall for that vast of night, that they may worke
467As thicke as hony-combe, each pinch more stinging
468Then Bees that made 'em.
470This Island's mine by Sycorax my mother,
473Water with berries in't: and teach me how
474To name the bigger Light, and how the lesse
475That burne by day, and night: and then I lou'd thee
477The fresh Springs, Brine-pits; barren place and fertill,
478Curs'd be I that did so: All the Charmes
479Of Sycorax: Toades, Beetles, Batts light on you:
480For I am all the Subiects that you haue,
482In this hard Rocke, whiles you doe keepe from me
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485Whom stripes may moue, not kindnes: I haue vs'd thee
486(Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd thee
488The honor of my childe.
489Cal. Oh ho, oh ho, would't had bene done:
491This Isle with Calibans.
492Mira. Abhorred Slaue,
493Which any print of goodnesse wilt not take,
494Being capable of all ill: I pittied thee,
495Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each houre
496One thing or other: when thou didst not (Sauage)
497Know thine owne meaning; but wouldst gabble, like
499With words that made them knowne: But thy vild race
500(Tho thou didst learn) had that in't, which good natures
501Could not ab ide to be with; therefore wast thou
505Is, I know how to curse: the red-plague rid you
506For learning me your language.
508Fetch vs in Fewell, and be quicke thou'rt best
511What I command, Ile racke thee with old Crampes,
512Fill all thy bones with Aches, make thee rore,
514Cal. No, 'pray thee.
516It would controll my Dams god Setebos,
517And make a vassaile of him.
519Enter Ferdinand & Ariel, inuisible playing & singing.
Come vnto these yellow sands,
521 and then take hands:
524Foote it featly heere, and there, and sweete Sprights beare
525 the burthen.
Burthen dispersedly.
Harke, harke, bowgh wawgh: the watch-Dogges barke,
527bowgh-wawgh.
528Ar.
Hark, hark, I heare, the straine of strutting Chanticlere
529cry cockadidle-dowe.
532Some God 'oth' Iland, sitting on a banke,
533Weeping againe the King my Fathers wracke.
534This Musicke crept by me vpon the waters,
535Allaying both their fury, and my passion
536With it's sweet ayre: thence I haue follow'd it
537(Or it hath drawne me rather) but 'tis gone.
538No, it begins againe.
Full fadom fiue thy Father lies,
542Nothing of him that doth fade,
546Burthen: ding dong.
Harke now I heare them, ding-dong bell.
548Fer. The Ditty do's remember my drown'd father,
550That the earth owes: I heare it now aboue me.
551Pro. The fringed Curtaines of thine eye aduance,
553Mira. What is't a Spirit?
554Lord, how it lookes about: Beleeue me sir,
555It carries a braue forme. But 'tis a spirit.
559With greefe (that's beauties canker) yu might'st call him
562Mir. I might call him
563A thing diuine, for nothing naturall
567Within two dayes for this.
570May know if you remaine vpon this Island,
572How I may beare me heere: my prime request
573(Which I do last pronounce) is (O you wonder)
574If you be Mayd, or no?
575Mir. No wonder Sir,
576But certainly a Mayd.
577Fer. My Language? Heauens:
579Were I but where 'tis spoken.
581What wer't thou if the King of Naples heard thee?
583To heare thee speake of Naples: he do's heare me,
584And that he do's, I weepe: my selfe am Naples,
585Who, with mine eyes (neuer since at ebbe) beheld
586The King my Father wrack't.
587Mir. Alacke, for mercy.
588Fer. Yes faith, & all his Lords, the Duke of Millaine
589And his braue sonne, being twaine.
590Pro. The Duke of Millaine
591And his more brauer daughter, could controll thee
593They haue chang'd eyes: Delicate Ariel,
594Ile set thee free for this. A word good Sir,
598That ere I sigh'd for: pitty moue my father
599To be enclin'd my way.
600Fer. O, if a Virgin,
602The Queene of Naples.
606Make the prize light. One word more: I charge thee
610From me, the Lord on't.
611Fer. No, as I am a man.
614Good things will striue to dwell with't.
615Pro. Follow me.
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616Pros. Speake not you for him: hee's a Traitor: come,
617Ile manacle thy necke and feete toge ther:
620Wherein the Acorne cradled. Follow.
621Fer. No,
623Mine enemy ha's more pow'r.
624 He drawes, and is charmed from mouing.
625Mira. O deere Father,
626Make not too rash a triall of him, for
627Hee's gentle, and not fearfull.
629My foote my Tutor? Put thy sword vp Traitor,
633And make thy weapon drop.
635Pros. Hence: hang not on my garments.
636Mira. Sir haue pity,
637Ile be his surety.
638Pros. Silence: One word more
639Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee: What,
643To th'most of men, this is a Caliban,
644And they to him are Angels.
646Are then most humble: I haue no ambition
647To see a goodlier man.
648Pros. Come on, obey:
649Thy Nerues are in their infancy againe.
650And haue no vigour in them.
651Fer. So they are:
652My spirits, as in a dreame, are all bound vp:
654The wracke of all my friends, nor this mans threats,
655To whom I am subdude, are but light to me,
656Might I but through my prison once a day
657Behold this Mayd: all corners else o'th' Earth
660Pros. It workes: Come on.
663Mira. Be of comfort,
664My Fathers of a better nature (Sir)
665Then he appeares by speech: this is vnwonted
666Which now came from him.
668As mountaine windes; but then exactly do
669All points of my command.
672 Actus Secundus. Scoena Prima.
673Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian,
674Francisco, and others.
676(So haue we all) of ioy; for our escape
677Is much beyond our losse; our hint of woe
678Is common, euery day, some Saylors wife,
680Haue iust our Theame of woe: But for the miracle,
681(I meane our preseruation) few in millions
683Our sorrow, with our comfort.
684Alons. Prethee peace.
685Seb. He receiues comfort like cold porredge.
687Seb. Looke, hee's winding vp the watch of his wit,
688By and by it will strike.
689Gon. Sir.
690Seb. One: Tell.
691Gon. When euery greefe is entertaind,
692That's offer'd comes to th'entertainer.
693Seb. A dollor.
695truer then you purpos'd.
697should.
698Gon. Therefore my Lord.
701Gon. Well, I haue done: But yet
702Seb. He will be talking.
703Ant. Which, of he, or Adrian, for a good wager,
704First begins to crow?
705Seb. The old Cocke.
706Ant. The Cockrell.
707Seb. Done: The wager?
708Ant. A Laughter.
709Seb. A match.
711Seb. Ha, ha, ha.
712Ant. So: you'r paid.
714Seb. Yet
715Adr. Yet
718temperance.
719Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.
722Seb. As if it had Lungs, and rotten ones.
723Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a Fen.
724Gon. Heere is euery thing aduantageous to life.
726Seb. Of that there's none, or little.
728How greene?
729Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.
730Seb. With an eye of greene in't.
734beyond credit.
735Seb. As many voucht rarieties are.
736Gon. That our Garments being (as they were) drencht
739water.
741it not say he lyes?
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745of the kings faire daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis.
747our returne.
749ragon to their Queene.
752dow in? Widdow Dido!
754Good Lord, how you take it?
756of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
759Ant. His word is more then the miraculous Harpe.
763pocket, and giue it his sonne for an Apple.
765forth more Islands.
769of your daughter, who is now Queene.
772Ant. O Widdow Dido? I, Widdow Dido.
774wore it? I meane in a sort.
776Gon. When I wore it at your daughters marriage.
779Married my daughter there: For comming thence
781Who is so farre from Italy remoued,
784Hath made his meale on thee?
785Fran. Sir he may liue,
787And ride vpon their backes; he trod the water
790'Boue the contentious waues he kept. and oared
793As stooping to releeue him: I not doubt
794He came aliue to Land.
795Alon. No, no, hee's gone.
797That would not blesse our Europe with your daughter,
800Who hath cause to wet the greefe on't.
801Alon. Pre-thee peace.
804Waigh'd betweene loathnesse, and obedience, at
806I feare for euer: Millaine and Naples haue
808Then we bring men to comfort them:
809The faults your owne.
816Gon. It is foule weather in vs all, good Sir,
817When you are cloudy.
821Seb. Or dockes, or Mallowes.
823Seb. Scape being drunke, for want of Wine.
825Execute all things: For no kinde of Trafficke
826Would I admit: No name of Magistrate:
827Letters should not be knowne: Riches, pouerty,
829Borne, bound of Land, Tilth, Vineyard none:
830No vse of Mettall, Corne, or Wine, or Oyle:
831No occupation, all men idle, all:
832And Women too, but innocent and pure:
833No Soueraignty.
835Ant. The latter end of his Common-wealth forgets
836the beginning.
839Sword, Pike, Knife, Gun, or neede of any Engine
840Would I not haue: but Nature should bring forth
841Of it owne kinde, all foyzon, all abundance
842To feed my innocent people.
844Ant. None (man) all idle; Whores and knaues,
846T'Excell the Golden Age.
848Gon. And do you marke me, Sir?
853to laugh at nothing.
855Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling am nothing
859Gon. You are Gentlemen of braue mettal: you would
862Enter Ariell playing solemne Musicke.
864Ant. Nay good my Lord, be not angry.
867am very heauy.
873Do not omit the heauy offer of it:
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877Alon. Thanke you: Wondrous heauy.
879Ant. It is the quality o'th'Clymate.
880Seb. Why
884They fell together all, as by consent
885They dropt, as by a Thunder-stroke: what might
886Worthy Sebastian? O, what might? no more:
887And yet, me thinkes I see it in thy face,
890Dropping vpon thy head.
891Seb. What? art thou waking?
901Whiles thou art waking.
903There's meaning in thy snores.
906Trebbles thee o're.
911Ant. O!
913Whiles thus you mocke it: how in stripping it
914You more inuest it: ebbing men, indeed
916By their owne feare, or sloth.
918The setting of thine eye, and cheeke proclaime
919A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
920Which throwes thee much to yeeld.
921Ant. Thus Sir:
922Although this Lord of weake remembrance; this
923Who shall be of as little memory
927'Tis as impossible that hee's vndrown'd,
929Seb. I haue no hope
930That hee's vndrown'd.
931Ant. O, out of that no hope,
932What great hope haue you? No hope that way, Is
933Another way so high a hope, that euen
934Ambition cannot pierce a winke beyond
935But doubt discouery there. Will you grant with me
936That Ferdinand is drown'd.
937Seb. He's gone.
938Ant. Then tell me, who's the next heire of Naples?
939Seb. Claribell.
941Ten leagues beyond mans life: she that from Naples
943The Man i'th Moone's too slow, till new-borne chinnes
944Be rough, and Razor-able: She that from whom
947Whereof, what's past is Prologue; what to come
948In yours, and my discharge.
950'Tis true my brothers daughter's Queene of Tunis,
951So is she heyre of Naples, 'twixt which Regions
954Seemes to cry out, how shall that Claribell
956And let Sebastian wake. Say, this were death
958Then now they are: There be that can rule Naples
959As well as he that sleepes: Lords, that can prate
960As amply, and vnnecessarily
961As this Gonzallo: I my selfe could make
962A Chough of as deepe chat: O, that you bore
963The minde that I do; what a sleepe were this
964For your aduancement? Do you vnderstand me?
965Seb. Me thinkes I do.
966Ant. And how do's your content
967Tender your owne good fortune?
968Seb. I remember
970Ant. True:
971And looke how well my Garments sit vpon me,
972Much feater then before: My Brothers seruants
973Were then my fellowes, now they are my men.
975Ant. I Sir: where lies that? If 'twere a kybe
976'Twould put me to my slipper: But I feele not
978That stand 'twixt me, and Millaine, candied be they,
979And melt ere they mollest: Heere lies your Brother,
980No better then the earth he lies vpon,
981If he were that which now hee's like (that's dead)
982Whom I with this obedient steele (three inches of it)
983Can lay to bed for euer: whiles you doing thus,
984To the perpetuall winke for aye might put
985This ancient morsell: this Sir Prudence, who
993Shall free thee from the tribute which thou paiest,
994And I the King shall loue thee.
995Ant. Draw together:
996And when I reare my hand, do you the like
997To fall it on Gonzalo.
998Seb. O, but one word.
999Enter Ariell with Musicke and Song.
1001That you (his friend) are in, and sends me forth
1003 Sings in Gonzaloes eare.
If
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The Tempest.
1012Alo. Why how now hoa; awake? why are you drawn?
1013Wherefore this ghastly looking?
1014Gon. What's the matter?
1016(Euen now) we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
1017Like Buls, or rather Lyons, did't not wake you?
1019Alo. I heard nothing.
1021To make an earthquake: sure it was the roare
1022Of a whole heard of Lyons.
1023Alo. Heard you this Gonzalo?
1024Gon. Vpon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming,
1025(And that a strange one too) which did awake me:
1026I shak'd you Sir, and cride: as mine eyes opend,
1029Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.
1031For my poore sonne.
1034Alo. Lead away.
1037 Scoena Secunda.
1038Enter Caliban, with a burthen of Wood (a noyse of
1039Thunder heard.)
1041From Bogs, Fens, Flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
1044Fright me with Vrchyn-shewes, pitch me i'th mire,
1045Nor lead me like a fire-brand, in the darke
1046Out of my way, vnlesse he bid 'em; but
1048Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me,
1049And after bite me: then like Hedg-hogs, which
1050Lye tumbling in my bare-foote way, and mount
1051Their pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am I
1052All wound with Adders, who with clouen tongues
1054Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment me
1056Perchance he will not minde me.
1058weather at all: and another Storme brewing, I heare it
1060one, lookes like a foule bumbard that would shed his
1061licquor: if it should thunder, as it did before, I know
1062not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot
1063choose but fall by paile-fuls. What haue we here, a man,
1068a holiday-foole there but would giue a peece of siluer:
1070beast there, makes a man: when they will not giue a
1071doit to relieue a lame Begger, they will lay out ten to see
1072a dead Indian: Leg'd like a man; and his Finnes like
1080be past.
1081Enter Stephano singing.
1084Funerall: well, here's my comfort. Drinkes.
Sings.
The Master, the Swabber, the Boate-swaine & I;
1086The Gunner, and his Mate
1087Lou'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian, and Margerie,
1088But none of vs car'd for Kate.
1089For she had a tongue with a tang,
1090Would cry to a Sailor goe hang:
1091She lou'd not the sauour of Tar nor of Pitch,
1093Then to Sea Boyes, and let her goe hang.
1094This is a scuruy tune too:
1095But here's my comfort. drinks.
1096Cal. Doe not torment me: oh.
1097Ste. What's the matter?
1098Haue we diuels here?
1099Doe you put trickes vpon's with Saluages, and Men of
1100Inde? ha? I haue not scap'd drowning, to be afeard
1102per a man as euer went on foure legs, cannot make him
1104phano breathes at' nostrils.
1105Cal. The Spirit torments me: oh.
1107who hath got (as I take it) an Ague: where the diuell
1109liefe 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-
1112ther.
1113Cal. Doe not torment me 'prethee: I'le bring my
1114wood home faster.
1117drunke wine afore, it will goe neere to remoue his Fit:
1118if I can recouer him, and keepe him tame, I will not take
1119too much for him; hee shall pay for him that hath him,
1120and that soundly.
1122non, I know it by thy trembling: Now Prosper workes
1123vpon thee.
1124Ste. Come on your wayes: open your mouth: here
1125is that which will giue language to you Cat; open your
1127that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend; open
1128your chaps againe.
1130It should be,
But