The Tempest (Modern)

 672[2.1]
 2.1.1673Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, 674Francisco, and others.
 2.1.2675Gonzalo
 [To Alonso] Beseech you, sir: be merry. You have cause --
 2.1.3676So have we all -- of joy, for our escape
 2.1.4677Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe
 2.1.5678Is common: every day, some sailor's wife,
 2.1.6679The masters of some merchant, and the merchant
 2.1.7680Have just our theme of woe -- but for the miracle
 2.1.8681(I mean our preservation), few in millions
 2.1.9682Can speak like us. Then wisely, good sir, weigh
 2.1.10683Our sorrow with our comfort.
 684Alonso
 Our sorrow with our comfort.  Prithee, peace.
 2.1.11685Sebastian
 [To Antonio] He receives comfort like cold porridge.
 2.1.12686Antonio
 The visitor will not give him o'er so.
 2.1.13687Sebastian
 Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit;
 2.1.14688By and by it will strike.
 2.1.15689Gonzalo
 Sir --
 690Sebastian
 Sir --  One. Tell.
 691Gonzalo
 Sir -- One. Tell.  When every grief is entertained
 2.1.16692That's offered, comes to th'entertainer --
 693Sebastian
 That's offered, comes to th'entertainer --  A dollar.
 2.1.17694Gonzalo
 Dolor comes to him indeed -- you have spoken 695truer than you purposed.
 2.1.18696Sebastian
 You have taken it wiselier than I meant you 697should.
 2.1.19698Gonzalo
 Therefore, my Lord --
 2.1.20699Antonio
 Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue.
 2.1.21700Alonso
 [To Gonzalo] I prithee, spare.
 2.1.22701Gonzalo
 Well, I have done. But yet --
 2.1.23702Sebastian
 He will be talking.
 2.1.24703Antonio
 Which of he or Adrian, for a good wager, 704first begins to crow?
 2.1.25705Sebastian
 The old cock.
 2.1.26706Antonio
 The cockerel.
 2.1.27707Sebastian
 Done. The wager?
 2.1.28708Antonio
 A laughter.
 2.1.29709Sebastian
 A match!
 2.1.30710Adrian
 Though this island seem to be desert --
 2.1.31711Antonio
 Ha, ha, ha!
 2.1.32712Sebastian
 [To Antonio] So, you're paid.
 2.1.33713Adrian
 Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible --
 2.1.34714Sebastian
 Yet --
 2.1.35715Adrian
 Yet --
 2.1.36716Antonio
 He could not miss it.
 2.1.37717Adrian
 It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate 718temperance.
 2.1.38719Antonio
 Temperance was a delicate wench.
 2.1.39720Sebastian
 Ay, and a subtle, as he most learnedly delivered.
 2.1.40721Adrian
 The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
 2.1.41722Sebastian
 As if it had lungs -- and rotten ones.
 2.1.42723Antonio
 Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen.
 2.1.43724Gonzalo
 Here is everything advantageous to life.
 2.1.44725Antonio
 True, save means to live.
 2.1.45726Sebastian
 Of that there's none or little.
 2.1.46727Gonzalo
 How lush and lusty the grass looks. 728How green!
 2.1.47729Antonio
 The ground indeed is tawny.
 2.1.48730Sebastian
 With an eye of green in it.
 2.1.49731Antonio
 He misses not much.
 2.1.50732Sebastian
 No, he doth but mistake the truth totally.
 2.1.51733Gonzalo
 But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost 734beyond credit.
 2.1.52735Sebastian
 As many vouched rarities are.
 2.1.53736Gonzalo
 That our garments, being as they were drenched 737in the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and 738glosses, being rather new-dyed than stained with salt 739water.
 2.1.54740Antonio
 If but one of his pockets could speak, would 741it not say he lies?
 2.1.55742Sebastian
 Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.
 2.1.56743Gonzalo
 Methinks our garments are now as fresh as 744when we put them on first in Africa at the marriage 745of the King's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.
 2.1.57746Sebastian
 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in 747our return.
 2.1.58748Adrian
 Tunis was never graced before with such a 749paragon to their queen.
 2.1.59750Gonzalo
 Not since widow Dido's time.
 2.1.60751Antonio
 Widow? A pox on that! How came that 752widow in? Widow Dido!
 2.1.61753Sebastian
 What if he had said "widower Aeneas", too? 754Good Lord, how you take it!
 2.1.62755Adrian
 "Widow Dido", said you? You make me study 756of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
 2.1.63757Gonzalo
 This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
 2.1.64758Adrian
 Carthage?
 2.1.65Gonzalo
 I assure you -- Carthage.
 2.1.66759Antonio
 His word is more than the miraculous harp.
 2.1.67760Sebastian
 He hath raised the wall and houses too.
 2.1.68761Antonio
 What impossible matter will he make easy next?
 2.1.69762Sebastian
 I think he will carry this island home in his 763pocket and give it his son for an apple.
 2.1.70764Antonio
 And sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring 765forth more islands.
 2.1.71766Gonzalo
 Ay --
 2.1.72Antonio
 Why, in good time.
 2.1.73767Gonzalo
 [To Alonso] Sir, we were talking that our garments seem 768now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage 769of your daughter, who is now queen.
 2.1.74770Antonio
 And the rarest that e'er came there.
 2.1.75771Sebastian
 Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
 2.1.76772Antonio
 Oh, widow Dido? Ay, widow Dido!
 2.1.77773Gonzalo
 [To Alonso] Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I 774wore it -- I mean, in a sort?
 2.1.78775Antonio
 That sort was well fished for.
 2.1.79776Gonzalo
 When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?
 2.1.80777Alonso
 You cram these words into mine ears against 
 2.1.81778The stomach of my sense. Would I had never
 2.1.82779Married my daughter there, for coming thence
 2.1.83780My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,
 2.1.84781Who is so far from Italy removed,
 2.1.85782I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir
 2.1.86783Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
 2.1.87784Hath made his meal on thee?
 785Francisco
 Hath made his meal on thee?  Sir, he may live.
 2.1.88786I saw him beat the surges under him
 2.1.89787And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
 2.1.90788Whose enmity he flung aside, and brested
 2.1.91789The surge most swoll'n that met him. His bold head
 2.1.92790'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oared
 2.1.93791Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke
 2.1.94792To th'shore that o'er his wave-worn basis bowed
 2.1.95793As stooping to relieve him -- I not doubt
 2.1.96794He came alive to land.
 795Alonso
 He came alive to land.  No, no, he's gone!
 2.1.97796Sebastian
 Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss,
 2.1.98797That would not bless our Europe with your daughter,
 2.1.99798But rather loose her to an African,
 2.1.100799Where she at least is banished from your eye,
 2.1.101800Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
 801Alonso
 Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.  Prithee, peace.
 2.1.102802Sebastian
 You were kneeled to and importuned otherwise
 2.1.103803By all of us, and the fair soul herself
 2.1.104804Weighed between loathness and obedience, at
 2.1.105805Which end o'th'beam should bow. We have lost your son,
 2.1.106806I fear, forever; Milan and Naples have 
 2.1.107807More widows in them of this business' making
 2.1.108808Than we bring men to comfort them --
 2.1.109809The fault's your own.
 810Alonso
 The fault's your own.  So is the dear'st o'th'loss.
 2.1.110811Gonzalo
 My Lord Sebastian,
 2.1.111812The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness
 2.1.112813And time to speak it in; you rub the sore
 2.1.113814When you should bring the plaster.
 815Sebastian
 When you should bring the plaster.  Very well.
 2.1.114Antonio
 And most chirurgeonly.
 2.1.115816Gonzalo
 [To Alonso] It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
 2.1.116817When you are cloudy.
 818Sebastian
 When you are cloudy.  Foul weather?
 Antonio
 When you are cloudy. Foul weather?  Very foul.
 2.1.117819Gonzalo
 Had I plantation of this isle, my Lord --
 2.1.118820Antonio
 He'd sow't with nettle-seed.
 821Sebastian
 He'd sow't with nettle-seed.  Or docks or mallows.
 2.1.119822Gonzalo
 And were the King on't, what would I do?
 2.1.120823Sebastian
 'Scape being drunk for want of wine.
 2.1.121824Gonzalo
 I'th'commonwealth I would by contraries
 2.1.122825Execute all things, for no kind of traffic
 2.1.123826Would I admit: no name of magistrate;
 2.1.124827Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,
 2.1.125828And use of service, none; contract, succession,
 2.1.126829Bourne, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;
 2.1.127830No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;
 2.1.128831No occupation -- all men idle all,
 2.1.129832And women too, but innocent and pure;
 2.1.130833No sovereignty --
 834Sebastian
 No sovereignty --  Yet he would be King on't!
 2.1.131835Antonio
 The latter end of his commonwealth forgets 836the beginning.
 2.1.132837Gonzalo
 All things in common nature should produce
 2.1.133838Without sweat or endeavor. Treason, felony,
 2.1.134839Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine
 2.1.135840Would I not have; but nature should bring forth
 2.1.136841Of its own kind all foison, all abundance,
 2.1.137842To feed my innocent people.
 2.1.138843Sebastian
 No marrying 'mong his subjects?
 2.1.139844Antonio
 None, man, all idle -- whores and knaves.
 2.1.140845Gonzalo
 I would, with such perfection, govern, sir,
 2.1.141846T'excel the Golden Age.
 847Sebastian
 T'excel the Golden Age.  'Save his majesty.
 2.1.142Antonio
 Long live Gonzalo!
 848Gonzalo
 Long live Gonzalo!  [To Alonso] And -- do you mark me, sir?
 2.1.143849Alonso
 Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.
 2.1.144850Gonzalo
 I do well believe your highness, and did it 851to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of 852such sensible and nimble lungs that they always use 853to laugh at nothing.
 2.1.145854Antonio
 'Twas you we laughed at.
 2.1.146855Gonzalo
 Who, in this kind of merry fooling, am nothing 856to you; so you may continue and laugh at nothing still!
 2.1.147857Antonio
 What a blow was there given!
 2.1.148858Sebastian
 And it had not fallen flat-long.
 2.1.149859Gonzalo
 You are gentlemen of brave metal; you would 860lift the moon out of her sphere if she would continue 861in it five weeks without changing.
 2.1.150862Enter Ariel [invisible], playing solemn music.
 2.1.151863Sebastian
 We would so, and then go a-bat-fowling.
 2.1.152864Antonio
 Nay, good my lord, be not angry.
 2.1.153865Gonzalo
 No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my 866discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I 867am very heavy?
 2.1.154868Antonio
 Go sleep, and hear us.
 2.1.155[All sleep, except Alonso, Sebastian, and Antonio.]
 2.1.156869Alonso
 What, all so soon asleep? I wish mine eyes
 2.1.157870Would with themselves shut up my thoughts;
 2.1.158871I find they are inclined to do so.
 2.1.159872Sebastian
 Please you, sir,
 2.1.160873Do not omit the heavy offer of it.
 2.1.161874It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, it is a comforter.
 2.1.162875Antonio
 We two, my Lord, will guard your person
 2.1.163876While you take your rest, and watch your safety.
 2.1.164877Alonso
 Thank you -- wondrous heavy --
 2.1.165[Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel.]
 2.1.166878Sebastian
 What a strange drowsiness possesses them.
 2.1.167879Antonio
 It is the quality o'th'climate.
 880Sebastian
 It is the quality o'th'climate.  Why
 2.1.168881Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find
 2.1.169882Not myself disposed to sleep.
 2.1.170883Antonio
 Nor I. My spirits are nimble.
 2.1.171884They fell together all, as by consent.
 2.1.172885They dropped as by a thunder-stroke. What might,
 2.1.173886Worthy Sebastian? Oh, what might -- ? No more --
 2.1.174887And yet methinks I see it in thy face,
 2.1.175888What thou shouldst be -- th'occasion speaks thee, and
 2.1.176889My strong imagination sees a crown
 2.1.177890Dropping upon thy head.
 891Sebastian
 Dropping upon thy head.  What, art thou waking?
 2.1.178892Antonio
 Do you not hear me speak?
 893Sebastian
 Do you not hear me speak?  I do, and surely
 2.1.179894It is a sleepy language, and thou speak'st
 2.1.180895Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say?
 2.1.181896This is a strange repose, to be asleep
 2.1.182897With eyes wide open -- standing, speaking, moving,
 2.1.183898And yet so fast asleep.
 899Antonio
 And yet so fast asleep.  Noble Sebastian,
 2.1.184900Thou let'st thy fortune sleep (die rather); wink'st
 2.1.185901Whiles thou art waking.
 902Sebastian
 Whiles thou art waking.  Thou dost snore distinctly --
 2.1.186903There's meaning in thy snores.
 2.1.187904Antonio
 I am more serious than my custom; you
 2.1.188905Must be so too, if heed me, which to do
 2.1.189906Trebles thee o'er.
 907Sebastian
 Trebles thee o'er.  Well, I am standing water.
 2.1.190908Antonio
 I'll teach you how to flow.
 909Sebastian
 I'll teach you how to flow.  Do so; to ebb
 2.1.191910Hereditary sloth instructs me.
 911Antonio
 Hereditary sloth instructs me.  Oh,
 2.1.192912If you but knew how you the purpose cherish
 2.1.193913Whiles thus you mock it, how in stripping it
 2.1.194914You more invest it! Ebbing men indeed
 2.1.195915Most often do so near the bottom run
 2.1.196916By their own fear or sloth.
 917Sebastian
 By their own fear or sloth.  Prithee, say on --
 2.1.197918The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim
 2.1.198919A matter from thee and a birth indeed,
 2.1.199920Which throws thee much to yield.
 2.1.200921Antonio
 Thus, Sir,
 2.1.201922Although this Lord of weak remembrance, this
 2.1.202923Who shall be of as little memory
 2.1.203924When he is earthed, hath here almost persuaded
 2.1.204925(For he's a spirit of persuasion, only
 2.1.205926Professes to persuade) the King his son's alive,
 2.1.206927'Tis as impossible that he's undrowned
 2.1.207928As he that sleeps here, swims.
 929Sebastian
 As he that sleeps here, swims.  I have no hope
 2.1.208930That he's undrowned.
 931Antonio
 That he's undrowned.  Oh, out of that "no hope"
 2.1.209932What great hope have you! No hope that way is,
 2.1.210933Another way, so high a hope that even
 2.1.211934Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond
 2.1.212935But doubt discovery there. Will you grant with me
 2.1.213936That Ferdinand is drowned?
 2.1.214937Sebastian
 He's gone.
 2.1.215938Antonio
 Then tell me, who's the next heir of Naples?
 2.1.216939Sebastian
 Claribel.
 2.1.217940Antonio
 She that is Queen of Tunis, she that dwells
 2.1.218941Ten leagues beyond man's life, she that from Naples
 2.1.219942Can have no note unless the sun were post
 2.1.220943(The man i'th'moon's too slow) till newborn chins
 2.1.221944Be rough and razorable; she that from whom
 2.1.222945We all were sea-swallowed, though some cast again,
 2.1.223946And by that destiny to perform an act
 2.1.224947Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come
 2.1.225948In yours and my discharge.
 2.1.226949Sebastian
 What stuff is this? How say you?
 2.1.227950'Tis true my brother's daughter's Queen of Tunis;
 2.1.228951So is she heir of Naples, 'twixt which regions
 2.1.229952There is some space.
 953Antonio
 There is some space.  A space whose every cubit
 2.1.230954Seems to cry out, "how shall that Claribel
 2.1.231955Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,
 2.1.232956And let Sebastian wake." Say this were death
 2.1.233957That now hath seized them -- why, they were no worse
 2.1.234958Than now they are. There be that can rule Naples
 2.1.235959As well as he that sleeps, lords that can prate
 2.1.236960As amply and unnecessarily
 2.1.237961As this Gonzalo. I myself could make
 2.1.239962A chough of as deep chat. Oh, that you bore
 2.1.240963The mind that I do -- what a sleep were this
 2.1.241964For your advancement. Do you understand me?
 2.1.242965Sebastian
 Methinks I do.
 966Antonio
 Methinks I do.  And how does your content
 2.1.243967Tender your own good fortune?
 968Sebastian
 Tender your own good fortune?  I remember
 2.1.244969You did supplant your brother Prospero.
 970Antonio
 You did supplant your brother Prospero.  True,
 2.1.245971And look how well my garments sit upon me
 2.1.246972Much feater than before. My brother's servants
 2.1.247973Were then my fellows, now they are my men.
 2.1.248974Sebastian
 But for your conscience?
 2.1.249975Antonio
 Ay, sir, where lies that? If 'twere a kibe,
 2.1.250976'Twould put me to my slipper. But I feel not
 2.1.251977This deity in my bosom. Twenty consciences
 2.1.252978That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they
 2.1.253979And melt ere they molest. Here lies your brother,
 2.1.254980No better than the earth he lies upon.
 2.1.255981If he were that which now he's like, that's dead
 2.1.256982(Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it,
 2.1.257983Can lay to bed forever), whiles you, doing thus,
 2.1.258984To the perpetual wink for aye, might put
 2.1.259985This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
 2.1.260986Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
 2.1.261987They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;
 2.1.262988They'll tell the clock to any business that
 2.1.263989We say befits the hour.
 990Sebastian
 We say befits the hour.  Thy case, dear friend,
 2.1.264991Shall be my precedent. As thou got'st Milan,
 2.1.265992I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
 2.1.266993Shall free thee from the tribute which thou payest,
 2.1.267994And I, the King, shall love thee.
 995Antonio
 And I, the King, shall love thee.  Draw together,
 2.1.268996And when I rear my hand, do you the like
 2.1.269997To fall it on Gonzalo.
 998Sebastian
 To fall it on Gonzalo.  Oh, but one word --
 2.1.270999[They talk apart.] Enter Ariel, invisible, with music and song.
 2.1.2711000Ariel
 My master, through his art, foresees the danger
 2.1.2721001That you, his friend, are in, and sends me forth
 2.1.2731002(For else his project dies) to keep them living.
 2.1.2741003Sings in Gonzalo's ear
 2.1.2751004
 While you here do snoring lie,
 2.1.2761005Open-eyed conspiracy
 2.1.2771006His time doth take.
 2.1.2781007If of life you keep a care,
 2.1.2791008Shake off slumber, and beware:
 2.1.2801009Awake, awake!
 2.1.2811010Antonio
 Then let us both be sudden.
 2.1.2821011Gonzalo
 Now, good angels, preserve the King!
 2.1.2831012Alonso
 Why, how now, ho! Awake! Why are you drawn?
 2.1.2841013Wherefore this ghastly looking?
 1014Gonzalo
 Wherefore this ghastly looking?  What's the matter?
 2.1.2851015Sebastian
 Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
 2.1.2861016Even now we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
 2.1.2871017Like bulls, or rather lions -- did't not wake you?
 2.1.2881018It struck mine ear most terribly.
 1019Alonso
 It struck mine ear most terribly.  I heard nothing.
 2.1.2891020Antonio
 Oh, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear,
 2.1.2901021To make an earthquake! Sure it was the roar
 2.1.2911022Of a whole herd of lions.
 1023Alonso
 Of a whole herd of lions.  Heard you this, Gonzalo?
 2.1.2921024Gonzalo
 Upon mine honor, sir, I heard a humming,
 2.1.2931025And that a strange one too, which did awake me.
 2.1.2941026I shook you, sir, and cried. As mine eyes opened,
 2.1.2951027I saw their weapons drawn. There was a noise,
 2.1.2961028That's verily. 'Tis best we stand upon our guard
 2.1.2971029Or that we quit this place. Let's draw our weapons.
 2.1.2981030Alonso
 Lead off this ground, and let's make further search
 2.1.2991031For my poor son.
 1032Gonzalo
 For my poor son.  Heavens keep him from these beasts,
 2.1.3001033For he is sure i'th'island.
 1034Alonso
 For he is sure i'th'island.  Lead away.
 2.1.3011035Ariel
 Prospero my Lord shall know what I have done:
 2.1.3021036So, King, go safely on to seek thy son.
 2.1.303Exeunt.
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