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twg_000000026400 | linens, stuffs, and necessaries, Which since have steaded much: so, of his gentleness, Knowing I lovd my books, he furnishd me From mine own library with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. MIRANDA. Would I might But ever see that man! PROSPERO. Now I arise. Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Here in this island we | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026401 | arrivd; and here Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit Than other princes can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. MIRANDA. Heavens thank you for t! And now, I pray you, sir, For still tis beating in my mind, your reason For raising this sea-storm? PROSPERO. Know thus far forth. By accident most | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026402 | strange, bountiful Fortune, Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies Brought to this shore; and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions; Thou art inclind to sleep; tis a good dulness, And give it | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026403 | way. I know thou canst not choose. [_Miranda sleeps._] Come away, servant, come! I am ready now. Approach, my Ariel. Come! Enter Ariel. ARIEL. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure; bet to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curld clouds, to thy strong bidding task Ariel | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026404 | and all his quality. PROSPERO. Hast thou, spirit, Performd to point the tempest that I bade thee? ARIEL. To every article. I boarded the Kings ship; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flamd amazement; sometime Id divide, And burn in many places; on the topmast, The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026405 | distinctly, Then meet and join. Joves lightning, the precursors O th dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-outrunning were not: the fire and cracks Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake. PROSPERO. My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Would not infect | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026406 | his reason? ARIEL. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and playd Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel, Then all afire with me: the Kings son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staringthen like reeds, not hair Was the first man that leapt; cried Hell is empty, And all the | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026407 | devils are here. PROSPERO. Why, thats my spirit! But was not this nigh shore? ARIEL. Close by, my master. PROSPERO. But are they, Ariel, safe? ARIEL. Not a hair perishd; On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before: and, as thou badst me, In troops I have dispersd them bout the isle. The Kings son have I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026408 | landed by himself, Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting, His arms in this sad knot. PROSPERO. Of the Kings ship The mariners, say how thou hast disposd, And all the rest o th fleet? ARIEL. Safely in harbour Is the Kings ship; in the deep nook, where once | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026409 | Thou calldst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-vexd Bermoothes; there shes hid: The mariners all under hatches stowed; Who, with a charm joind to their suffred labour, I have left asleep: and for the rest o th fleet, Which I dispersd, they all have met again, And are upon the Mediterranean flote Bound sadly home for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026410 | Naples, Supposing that they saw the Kings ship wrackd, And his great person perish. PROSPERO. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is performd; but theres more work. What is the time o th day? ARIEL. Past the mid season. PROSPERO. At least two glasses. The time twixt six and now Must by us both be spent most preciously. ARIEL. Is there more | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026411 | toil? Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promisd, Which is not yet performd me. PROSPERO. How now! moody? What ist thou canst demand? ARIEL. My liberty. PROSPERO. Before the time be out? No more! ARIEL. I prithee, Remember I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, servd Without | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026412 | or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise To bate me a full year. PROSPERO. Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee? ARIEL. No. PROSPERO. Thou dost, and thinkst it much to tread the ooze Of the salt deep, To run upon the sharp wind of the north, To do me business in the veins o th | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026413 | earth When it is bakd with frost. ARIEL. I do not, sir. PROSPERO. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy Was grown into a hoop? Hast thou forgot her? ARIEL. No, sir. PROSPERO. Thou hast. Where was she born? Speak; tell me. ARIEL. Sir, in Argier. PROSPERO. O, was she so? | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026414 | I must Once in a month recount what thou hast been, Which thou forgetst. This damnd witch Sycorax, For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible To enter human hearing, from Argier, Thou knowst, was banishd: for one thing she did They would not take her life. Is not this true? ARIEL. Ay, sir. PROSPERO. This blue-eyd hag was hither brought with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026415 | child, And here was left by th sailors. Thou, my slave, As thou reportst thyself, wast then her servant; And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhorrd commands, Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, By help of her more potent ministers, And in her most unmitigable rage, Into a cloven pine; within | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026416 | which rift Imprisond, thou didst painfully remain A dozen years; within which space she died, And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckld whelp, hag-bornnot honourd with A human shape. ARIEL. Yes, Caliban her son. PROSPERO. Dull thing, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026417 | I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best knowst What torment I did find thee in; thy groans Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Of ever-angry bears: it was a torment To lay upon the damnd, which Sycorax Could not again undo; it was mine art, When I arrivd and heard thee, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026418 | that made gape The pine, and let thee out. ARIEL. I thank thee, master. PROSPERO. If thou more murmurst, I will rend an oak And peg thee in his knotty entrails till Thou hast howld away twelve winters. ARIEL. Pardon, master: I will be correspondent to command, And do my spriting gently. PROSPERO. Do so; and after two days I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026419 | will discharge thee. ARIEL. Thats my noble master! What shall I do? Say what? What shall I do? PROSPERO. Go make thyself like a nymph o th sea. Be subject To no sight but thine and mine; invisible To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape, And hither come in t. Go, hence with diligence! [_Exit Ariel._] Awake, dear heart, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026420 | awake! thou hast slept well; Awake! MIRANDA. [_Waking._] The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me. PROSPERO. Shake it off. Come on; Well visit Caliban my slave, who never Yields us kind answer. MIRANDA. Tis a villain, sir, I do not love to look on. PROSPERO. But as tis, We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Fetch | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026421 | in our wood; and serves in offices That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban! Thou earth, thou! Speak. CALIBAN. [_Within._] Theres wood enough within. PROSPERO. Come forth, I say; theres other business for thee. Come, thou tortoise! when? Re-enter Ariel like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear. ARIEL. My lord, it shall be done. [_Exit._] | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026422 | PROSPERO. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Enter Caliban. CALIBAN. As wicked dew as eer my mother brushd With ravens feather from unwholesome fen Drop on you both! A south-west blow on ye, And blister you all oer! PROSPERO. For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026423 | thy breath up; urchins Shall forth at vast of night that they may work All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinchd As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them. CALIBAN. I must eat my dinner. This islands mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou takst from me. When thou camst first, Thou strokst me | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026424 | and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in t; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night: and then I lovd thee, And showd thee all the qualities o th isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and fertile. Cursd be I that did so! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026425 | All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own King; and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest o th island. PROSPERO. Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have usd | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026426 | thee, Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodgd thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child. CALIBAN. Oh ho! Oh ho! Would t had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. PROSPERO. Abhorred slave, Which any print of goodness wilt not take, Being | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026427 | capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endowd thy purposes With words that made them known. But thy vile race, Though thou didst learn, had that in t | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026428 | which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Deservedly confind into this rock, Who hadst deservd more than a prison. CALIBAN. You taught me language, and my profit on t Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you, For learning me your language! PROSPERO. Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026429 | thou rt best, To answer other business. Shrugst thou, malice? If thou neglectst, or dost unwillingly What I command, Ill rack thee with old cramps, Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar, That beasts shall tremble at thy din. CALIBAN. No, pray thee. [_Aside._] I must obey. His art is of such power, It would control my dams | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026430 | god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him. PROSPERO. So, slave, hence! [_Exit Caliban._] Re-enter Ariel, playing and singing; Ferdinand following. ARIELS SONG. _Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Curtsied when you have, and kissd The wild waves whist. Foot it featly here and there, And sweet sprites bear The burden. Hark, hark!_ Burden dispersedly. _Bow-wow. The | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026431 | watch dogs bark._ [Burden dispersedly.] _Bow-wow. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry cock-a-diddle-dow._ FERDINAND. Where should this music be? i th air or th earth? It sounds no more; and sure it waits upon Some god o th island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the King my fathers wrack, This music crept by me upon | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026432 | the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have followd it, Or it hath drawn me rather,but tis gone. No, it begins again. ARIEL. [_Sings._] _Full fathom five thy father lies. Of his bones are coral made. Those are pearls that were his eyes. Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026433 | a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:_ Burden: _Ding-dong. Hark! now I hear them: ding-dong, bell._ FERDINAND. The ditty does remember my drownd father. This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes:I hear it now above me. PROSPERO. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026434 | MIRANDA. What ist? a spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form. But tis a spirit. PROSPERO. No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest Was in the wrack; and, but hes something staind With grief,thats beautys canker,thou mightst call him A goodly | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026435 | person: he hath lost his fellows And strays about to find em. MIRANDA. I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. PROSPERO. [_Aside._] It goes on, I see, As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! Ill free thee Within two days for this. FERDINAND. Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026436 | attend! Vouchsafe, my prayer May know if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction give How I may bear me here: my prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! If you be maid or no? MIRANDA. No wonder, sir; But certainly a maid. FERDINAND. My language! Heavens! I am the best | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026437 | of them that speak this speech, Were I but where tis spoken. PROSPERO. How! the best? What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee? FERDINAND. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me; And that he does I weep: myself am Naples, Who with mine eyes, never | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026438 | since at ebb, beheld The King my father wrackd. MIRANDA. Alack, for mercy! FERDINAND. Yes, faith, and all his lords, the Duke of Milan, And his brave son being twain. PROSPERO. [_Aside._] The Duke of Milan And his more braver daughter could control thee, If now twere fit to dot. At the first sight They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026439 | Ill set thee free for this. [_To Ferdinand._] A word, good sir. I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word. MIRANDA. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that eer I saw; the first That eer I sighd for. Pity move my father To be inclind my way! FERDINAND. O! if a virgin, And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026440 | your affection not gone forth, Ill make you The Queen of Naples. PROSPERO. Soft, sir; one word more. [_Aside._] They are both in eithers powers. But this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light. [_To Ferdinand._] One word more. I charge thee That thou attend me. Thou dost here usurp The name thou | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026441 | owst not; and hast put thyself Upon this island as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on t. FERDINAND. No, as I am a man. MIRANDA. Theres nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with t. PROSPERO. [_To Ferdinand._] Follow me. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026442 | [_To Miranda._] Speak not you for him; hes a traitor. [_To Ferdinand._] Come; Ill manacle thy neck and feet together: Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be The fresh-brook mussels, witherd roots, and husks Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow. FERDINAND. No; I will resist such entertainment till Mine enemy has more power. [_He draws, and is charmed from moving._] | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026443 | MIRANDA. O dear father! Make not too rash a trial of him, for Hes gentle, and not fearful. PROSPERO. What! I say, My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor; Who makst a show, but darst not strike, thy conscience Is so possessd with guilt: come from thy ward, For I can here disarm thee with this stick And | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026444 | make thy weapon drop. MIRANDA. Beseech you, father! PROSPERO. Hence! Hang not on my garments. MIRANDA. Sir, have pity; Ill be his surety. PROSPERO. Silence! One word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! An advocate for an impostor? hush! Thou thinkst there is no more such shapes as he, Having seen but him and Caliban: | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026445 | foolish wench! To th most of men this is a Caliban, And they to him are angels. MIRANDA. My affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man. PROSPERO. [_To Ferdinand._] Come on; obey: Thy nerves are in their infancy again, And have no vigour in them. FERDINAND. So they are: My spirits, as in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026446 | a dream, are all bound up. My fathers loss, the weakness which I feel, The wrack of all my friends, nor this mans threats, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid: all corners else o th earth Let liberty make use of; space enough Have | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026447 | I in such a prison. PROSPERO. [_Aside._] It works. [_To Ferdinand._] Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! [_To Ferdinand._] Follow me. [_To Ariel._] Hark what thou else shalt do me. MIRANDA. Be of comfort; My fathers of a better nature, sir, Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted Which now came from him. PROSPERO. Thou shalt be | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026448 | as free As mountain winds; but then exactly do All points of my command. ARIEL. To th syllable. PROSPERO. [_To Ferdinand._] Come, follow. Speak not for him. [_Exeunt._] ACT II SCENE I. Another part of the island. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco and others. GONZALO. Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause, So have we all, of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026449 | joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe Is common; every day, some sailors wife, The masters of some merchant and the merchant, Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle, I mean our preservation, few in millions Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Our sorrow with our comfort. ALONSO. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026450 | Prithee, peace. SEBASTIAN. He receives comfort like cold porridge. ANTONIO. The visitor will not give him oer so. SEBASTIAN. Look, hes winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike. GONZALO. Sir, SEBASTIAN. One: tell. GONZALO. When every grief is entertaind thats offerd, Comes to the entertainer SEBASTIAN. A dollar. GONZALO. Dolour comes to him, indeed: | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026451 | you have spoken truer than you purposed. SEBASTIAN. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should. GONZALO. Therefore, my lord, ANTONIO. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! ALONSO. I prithee, spare. GONZALO. Well, I have done: but yet SEBASTIAN. He will be talking. ANTONIO. Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026452 | to crow? SEBASTIAN. The old cock. ANTONIO. The cockerel. SEBASTIAN. Done. The wager? ANTONIO. A laughter. SEBASTIAN. A match! ADRIAN. Though this island seem to be desert, ANTONIO. Ha, ha, ha! SEBASTIAN. So. Youre paid. ADRIAN. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, SEBASTIAN. Yet ADRIAN. Yet ANTONIO. He could not miss t. ADRIAN. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026453 | temperance. ANTONIO. Temperance was a delicate wench. SEBASTIAN. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered. ADRIAN. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. SEBASTIAN. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. ANTONIO. Or, as twere perfumd by a fen. GONZALO. Here is everything advantageous to life. ANTONIO. True; save means to live. SEBASTIAN. Of that theres | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026454 | none, or little. GONZALO. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green! ANTONIO. The ground indeed is tawny. SEBASTIAN. With an eye of green int. ANTONIO. He misses not much. SEBASTIAN. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. GONZALO. But the rarity of it is,which is indeed almost beyond credit, SEBASTIAN. As many vouchd rarities are. GONZALO. That | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026455 | our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and glosses, being rather new-dyed than stained with salt water. ANTONIO. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say he lies? SEBASTIAN. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. GONZALO. Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when we put | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026456 | them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the Kings fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis. SEBASTIAN. Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return. ADRIAN. Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to their Queen. GONZALO. Not since widow Didos time. ANTONIO. Widow! a pox o that! How came that widow | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026457 | in? Widow Dido! SEBASTIAN. What if he had said, widower Aeneas too? Good Lord, how you take it! ADRIAN. Widow Dido said you? You make me study of that; she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. GONZALO. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. ADRIAN. Carthage? GONZALO. I assure you, Carthage. ANTONIO. His word is more than the miraculous harp. SEBASTIAN. He | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026458 | hath raisd the wall, and houses too. ANTONIO. What impossible matter will he make easy next? SEBASTIAN. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. ANTONIO. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands. ALONSO. Ay. ANTONIO. Why, in good time. GONZALO. [_To Alonso._] | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026459 | Sir, we were talking that our garments seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now Queen. ANTONIO. And the rarest that eer came there. SEBASTIAN. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. ANTONIO. O! widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. GONZALO. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026460 | day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. ANTONIO. That sort was well fishd for. GONZALO. When I wore it at your daughters marriage? ALONSO. You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense. Would I had never Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026461 | Who is so far from Italy removed, I neer again shall see her. O thou mine heir Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish Hath made his meal on thee? FRANCISCO. Sir, he may live: I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs. He trod the water, Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026462 | The surge most swoln that met him. His bold head Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oared Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To th shore, that oer his wave-worn basis bowed, As stooping to relieve him. I not doubt He came alive to land. ALONSO. No, no, hes gone. SEBASTIAN. Sir, you may thank yourself for | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026463 | this great loss, That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, But rather lose her to an African; Where she, at least, is banishd from your eye, Who hath cause to wet the grief on t. ALONSO. Prithee, peace. SEBASTIAN. You were kneeld to, and importund otherwise By all of us; and the fair soul herself Weighd between loathness | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026464 | and obedience at Which end o th beam should bow. We have lost your son, I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have More widows in them of this business making, Than we bring men to comfort them. The faults your own. ALONSO. So is the dearst o th loss. GONZALO. My lord Sebastian, The truth you speak doth lack | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026465 | some gentleness And time to speak it in. You rub the sore, When you should bring the plaster. SEBASTIAN. Very well. ANTONIO. And most chirurgeonly. GONZALO. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, When you are cloudy. SEBASTIAN. Foul weather? ANTONIO. Very foul. GONZALO. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord, ANTONIO. Hed sow t with nettle-seed. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026466 | SEBASTIAN. Or docks, or mallows. GONZALO. And were the King ont, what would I do? SEBASTIAN. Scape being drunk for want of wine. GONZALO. I th commonwealth I would by contraries Execute all things; for no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession, | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026467 | Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil; No occupation; all men idle, all; And women too, but innocent and pure; No sovereignty, SEBASTIAN. Yet he would be King ont. ANTONIO. The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning. GONZALO. All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour; | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026468 | treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Of it own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people. SEBASTIAN. No marrying mong his subjects? ANTONIO. None, man; all idle; whores and knaves. GONZALO. I would with such perfection govern, sir, T excel the Golden Age. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026469 | SEBASTIAN. Save his Majesty! ANTONIO. Long live Gonzalo! GONZALO. And,do you mark me, sir? ALONSO. Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me. GONZALO. I do well believe your highness; and did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that they always use to laugh at nothing. ANTONIO. Twas you we | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026470 | laughed at. GONZALO. Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you. So you may continue, and laugh at nothing still. ANTONIO. What a blow was there given! SEBASTIAN. An it had not fallen flat-long. GONZALO. You are gentlemen of brave mettle. You would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026471 | weeks without changing. Enter Ariel, invisible, playing solemn music. SEBASTIAN. We would so, and then go a-bat-fowling. ANTONIO. Nay, good my lord, be not angry. GONZALO. No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy? ANTONIO. Go sleep, and hear us. [_All sleep but Alonso, Sebastian and | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026472 | Antonio._] ALONSO. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find They are inclind to do so. SEBASTIAN. Please you, sir, Do not omit the heavy offer of it: It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth, It is a comforter. ANTONIO. We two, my lord, Will guard your person while you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026473 | take your rest, And watch your safety. ALONSO. Thank you. Wondrous heavy! [_Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel._] SEBASTIAN. What a strange drowsiness possesses them! ANTONIO. It is the quality o th climate. SEBASTIAN. Why Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not Myself disposd to sleep. ANTONIO. Nor I. My spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026474 | consent; They droppd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Worthy Sebastian? O, what might?No more. And yet methinks I see it in thy face, What thou shouldst be. Th occasion speaks thee; and My strong imagination sees a crown Dropping upon thy head. SEBASTIAN. What, art thou waking? ANTONIO. Do you not hear me speak? SEBASTIAN. I do; and surely | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026475 | It is a sleepy language, and thou speakst Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say? This is a strange repose, to be asleep With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving, And yet so fast asleep. ANTONIO. Noble Sebastian, Thou letst thy fortune sleepdie rather; winkst Whiles thou art waking. SEBASTIAN. Thou dost snore distinctly: Theres meaning in | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026476 | thy snores. ANTONIO. I am more serious than my custom; you Must be so too, if heed me; which to do Trebles thee oer. SEBASTIAN. Well, I am standing water. ANTONIO. Ill teach you how to flow. SEBASTIAN. Do so: to ebb, Hereditary sloth instructs me. ANTONIO. O, If you but knew how you the purpose cherish Whiles thus you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026477 | mock it! how, in stripping it, You more invest it! Ebbing men indeed, Most often, do so near the bottom run By their own fear or sloth. SEBASTIAN. Prithee, say on: The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim A matter from thee, and a birth, indeed Which throes thee much to yield. ANTONIO. Thus, sir: Although this lord of | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026478 | weak remembrance, this Who shall be of as little memory When he is earthd, hath here almost persuaded, For hes a spirit of persuasion, only Professes to persuade,the King his sons alive, Tis as impossible that hes undrownd As he that sleeps here swims. SEBASTIAN. I have no hope That hes undrownd. ANTONIO. O, out of that no hope What | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026479 | great hope have you! No hope that way is Another way so high a hope, that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, But doubts discovery there. Will you grant with me That Ferdinand is drownd? SEBASTIAN. Hes gone. ANTONIO. Then tell me, Whos the next heir of Naples? SEBASTIAN. Claribel. ANTONIO. She that is Queen of Tunis; she that | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026480 | dwells Ten leagues beyond mans life; she that from Naples Can have no note, unless the sun were post The Man i th Moons too slowtill newborn chins Be rough and razorable; she that from whom We all were sea-swallowd, though some cast again, And by that destiny, to perform an act Whereof whats past is prologue, what to come | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026481 | In yours and my discharge. SEBASTIAN. What stuff is this! How say you? Tis true, my brothers daughters Queen of Tunis; So is she heir of Naples; twixt which regions There is some space. ANTONIO. A space whose evry cubit Seems to cry out How shall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis, And let Sebastian wake. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026482 | Say this were death That now hath seizd them; why, they were no worse Than now they are. There be that can rule Naples As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate As amply and unnecessarily As this Gonzalo. I myself could make A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore The mind that I do! | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026483 | What a sleep were this For your advancement! Do you understand me? SEBASTIAN. Methinks I do. ANTONIO. And how does your content Tender your own good fortune? SEBASTIAN. I remember You did supplant your brother Prospero. ANTONIO. True. And look how well my garments sit upon me; Much feater than before; my brothers servants Were then my fellows; now they | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026484 | are my men. SEBASTIAN. But, for your conscience. ANTONIO. Ay, sir; where lies that? If twere a kibe, Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences That stand twixt me and Milan, candied be they And melt ere they molest! Here lies your brother, No better than the earth he lies | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026485 | upon, If he were that which now hes like, thats dead; Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it, Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you, doing thus, To the perpetual wink for aye might put This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest, Theyll take suggestion as a | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026486 | cat laps milk. Theyll tell the clock to any business that We say befits the hour. SEBASTIAN. Thy case, dear friend, Shall be my precedent: as thou gotst Milan, Ill come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou payest, And I the King shall love thee. ANTONIO. Draw together, And when I | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026487 | rear my hand, do you the like, To fall it on Gonzalo. SEBASTIAN. O, but one word. [_They converse apart._] Music. Re-enter Ariel, invisible. ARIEL. My master through his art foresees the danger That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth For else his project diesto keep them living. [_Sings in Gonzalos ear._] _While you here do snoring | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026488 | lie, Open-eyd conspiracy His time doth take. If of life you keep a care, Shake off slumber, and beware. Awake! awake!_ ANTONIO. Then let us both be sudden. GONZALO. Now, good angels Preserve the King! [_They wake._] ALONSO. Why, how now! Ho, awake! Why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking? GONZALO. Whats the matter? SEBASTIAN. Whiles we stood here | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026489 | securing your repose, Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing Like bulls, or rather lions; did t not wake you? It struck mine ear most terribly. ALONSO. I heard nothing. ANTONIO. O! twas a din to fright a monsters ear, To make an earthquake. Sure, it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions. ALONSO. Heard you | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026490 | this, Gonzalo? GONZALO. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me. I shakd you, sir, and cried; as mine eyes opend, I saw their weapons drawn:there was a noise, Thats verily. Tis best we stand upon our guard, Or that we quit this place: lets draw our weapons. ALONSO. Lead | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026491 | off this ground, and lets make further search For my poor son. GONZALO. Heavens keep him from these beasts! For he is, sure, i th island. ALONSO. Lead away. [_Exit with the others._] ARIEL. Prospero my lord shall know what I have done: So, King, go safely on to seek thy son. [_Exit._] SCENE II. Another part of the island. | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026492 | Enter Caliban with a burden of wood. A noise of thunder heard. CALIBAN. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, And yet I needs must curse. But theyll nor pinch, Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i the mire, Nor lead | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026493 | me, like a firebrand, in the dark Out of my way, unless he bid em; but For every trifle are they set upon me, Sometime like apes that mow and chatter at me, And after bite me; then like hedgehogs which Lie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mount Their pricks at my footfall; sometime am I All wound with | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026494 | adders, who with cloven tongues Do hiss me into madness. Enter Trinculo. Lo, now, lo! Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me For bringing wood in slowly. Ill fall flat; Perchance he will not mind me. TRINCULO. Heres neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026495 | i th wind. Yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? a man or a fish? dead or alive? A fish: he | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026496 | smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish-like smell; a kind of not of the newest Poor-John. A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026497 | a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Leggd like a man, and his fins like arms! Warm, o my troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer: this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026498 | thunderbolt. [_Thunder._] Alas, the storm is come again! My best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange bed-fellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past. Enter Stephano singing; a bottle in his hand. STEPHANO. _I shall no more to sea, to sea, Here | 60 | gutenberg |
twg_000000026499 | shall I die ashore_ This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a mans funeral. Well, heres my comfort. [_Drinks._] _The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, The gunner, and his mate, Lovd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery, But none of us card for Kate: For she had a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a | 60 | gutenberg |
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