When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.

Ari. I thank thee, mafter.

Pro. If thou more murmur'ft, I will rend an oak,
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou haft howl'd away twelve winters.
Ari. Pardon, master:

I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.

Pro. Do fo; and after two days

I will discharge thee.

Ari. That's my noble master!

The fresh springs, brine-pits,barren place,and fertile;
Curs'd be I, that I did fo!-All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,

5 Who first was mine own king: and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The reft of the island.

[thee,

Pro. Thou moft lying flave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness; I have us'd
10 Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honour of my child.

What shall I do? fay what? what shall I do?
Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea ;
Be fubject to no fight but thine and mine; invifible 15
To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in it; go, hence, with diligence.
[Ex Ariel.

Awake, dear heart, awake! thou haft slept well;
Awake!

Mira. The ftrangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.

Pro. Shake it off: Come on;

We'll vifit Caliban, my slavę, who never
Yields us kind answer.

Mira. 'Tis a villain, fir,

I do not love to look on.

Pre. But, as 'tis,

We cannot mifs him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood; and ferves in offices
That profit us. What ho! flave! Caliban !
Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. [Witbin.] There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I fay; there's other business for
Come, thou tortoife! when?

Enter Ariel like a water-nymph.

Hark in thine ear.

Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,

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Cal. Oh ho, oh ho!-wou'd it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled elfe, This ifle with Calibans.

Pro. Abhorred slave,

[hour

Which any print of goodness will not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each
One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
Know thy own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
A thing more brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known: But thy
vile race 4

25 Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good

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[thee: 35

[Exit.]

45 Enter Ferdinand at the remoteft part of the stage, and
Ariel invifible, playing and finging.
Ariel's Song.

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Which thou tak'ft from me. When thou camest first,|55|
Thou ftroak'dft me,and mad'ft much of me; wouldft

2 Perhaps put here for fairies. 3 The dead waste, or middle of the night. in this place, feems to fignify original disposition, inborn qualities. 5 The eryfipelas. from Magellan's voyage, that Setebos was the fupreme God of the Patagons.

7 Silent.

[difperfedly.

[difperfedly.

4 Race,

6 We learn

Fer

I will refift fuch entertainment, till
Mine enemy has more power.
Mira. O dear father,

45 Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle, and not fearful3.

1 To ozve, fignifies here, as in many other places of our author's plays, to own. 2 Confute thee. 3 Timorous.

ESEECH you, fir, be merry: you have 30
caufe

(So have we all) of joy; for our escape

Is much beyond our lofs: Our hint of woe
Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,

The master of some merchant, and the merchant, 35
Have juft our theme of woe: but for the miracle,
I mean our preservation, few in millions
Can speak like us: then, wifely, good fir, weigh
Our forrow with our comfort,

Gon. Therefore, my lord,

Seb. The old cock.

Ant. The cockrel.

Seb. Done: The wager?

Ant. A laughter.

Seb. A match.

Adr. Though this island seem to be defert,-
Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

Ant. So, you've paid.

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inacceffible,➡
Seb, Yet,

Adr. Yet

Ant. He could not mifs 't.

Adr. It must needs be of fubtle, tender, and delicate temperance 2.

Ant. 3 Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. Ay, and a fubtle; as he most learnedly deliver'd.

Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
Seb, As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.

Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a fen.

Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life,
Ant. True; fave means to live.

Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

Gon. How lush and lufty the grafs looks? how

Ant. Fie, what a spend-thrift is he of his tongue! 55 almoft beyond credit)-
Alon. I pr'ythee, spare.

Gen. Well, I have done: But yet

Seb. He will be talking.

Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good

wager, first begins to crow?

2 Temperance here means temperature.

Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drench'd in the fea, hold notwithstanding their freshness, and gloffes; being rather new dy'd, than 60 ftain'd with falt water.

Hint is that which recals to the memory. The cause that fills our minds with grief is common. 3 In the puritanical times it was usual to christen children from the titles of religious and moral virtues. 4 i. e. of a dark full colour, the oppofite to pale and faint. Ants

B 4

Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, - would it not say, he lies?

Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Africk, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis.

Seb. 'Twas a fweet marriage, and we profper

well in our return.

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Alon. No, no, he's gone.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great lofs; [daughter, That would not blefs our Europe with your But rather lose her to an African;

Where the, at least, is banish'd from your eye,

Who hath caufe to wet the grief on't.

Alon. Pr'ythee, peace.

[otherwife Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd

Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with fuch 10 By all of us; and the fair soul herself

a paragon to their queen.

Gon. Not fince widow Dido's time.

Ant. Widow? a pox o' that! How came that widow in? Widow Dido!

Seb. What if he had faid, widower Æneas too? 15 good lord, how you take it!

Adr. Widow Dido, faid you? you make me study of that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gon. This Tunis, fir, was Carthage.

Adr. Carthage?

Gon. I affure you, Carthage.

Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp.

Weigh'd, between lothness and obedience, at
Which end the beam should bow. We have loft

your fon,

I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have
More widows in them of this business' making,
Than we bring men to comfort them: The fault's
Your own.

Alon. So is the deareft o' the lofs.

Gon. My lord Sebastian,

20 The truth you speak doth lack fome gentleness, And time to speak it in: you rub the fore, When you should bring the plaifter.

Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.
Ant. What impoffible matter will he make easy|25|

.next?

Seb. I think, he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple.

Ant. And, fowing the kernels of it in the fea, bring forth more islands. Gòn. Ấy?

Ant. Why, in good time.

Seb. Very well.

Ant. And most chirurgeonly.

Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good fir,
When you are cloudy.

Seb. Foul weather?
Ant. Very foul.

Gon. Had I the plantation of this ifle, my lord,→→
Ant. He'd fow it with nettle-feed.

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Seb. Or docks, or mallows.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments feem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis, at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. 35 Ant. And the rareft that e'er came there. Seb. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Ant. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. Gon. Is not, fir, my doublet as fresh as the firft day I wore it? I mean, in a fort.

Ant. That fort was well fish'd for.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?

Alon. You cram these words into mine ears,
against

The ftomach of my fenfe: Would I had never
Marry'd my daughter there! for, coming thence,
My fon is loft; and, in my rate, she too,
Who is fo far from Italy remov'd,

I ne'er again fhall fee her. O thou mine heir
Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Hath made his meal on thee!

Fran. Sir, he may live;

I saw him beat the furges under him,

And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
Whofe enmity he flung afide, and breasted
The furge most swoln that met him: his bold head
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
Himself with his good arms in lufty stroke

[do?

Gon. And were the king of it, What would I
Seb. 'Scape being drunk, for want of wine. [ries
Gon. I' the commonwealth, I would by contra,
Execute all things: for no kind of traffick
Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
Letters fhould not be known; riches, poverty,
And ufe of fervice, none; contract, fucceffion,
Bourn2, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none :
40 No ufe of metal, corn, or wine, or oil:
No occupation; all men idle, all,

[and 45

With eyes wide open; standing, fpeaking, moving; 55
And yet so fast asleep.

A chough is a bird of the jack-daw kind, chiefly in Cornwall.