The Tempest - Act II

The Tempest

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 joy; for our escape
Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe
Is common; every day some sailor's 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 Prithee, peace.
SEBASTIAN He receives comfort like cold porridge.
ANTONIO The visitor will not give him o'er so.
SEBASTIAN Look he's winding up the watch of his wit;
by and by it will strike.
GONZALO Sir,--
SEBASTIAN One: tell.
GONZALO When every grief is entertain'd that's offer'd,
Comes to the entertainer--
SEBASTIAN A dollar.
GONZALO Dolour comes to him, indeed: 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 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,--
SEBASTIAN Ha, ha, ha! So, you're 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
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 perfumed by a fen.
GONZALO Here is everything advantageous to life.
ANTONIO True; save means to live.
SEBASTIAN Of that there's 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 in't.
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 vouched rarities are.
GONZALO That 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 them on first in Afric, at the marriage of
the king's 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 Dido's time.
ANTONIO Widow! a pox o' that! How came that widow 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.
SEBASTIAN His word is more than the miraculous harp; he hath
raised 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.
GONZALO Ay.
ANTONIO Why, in good time.
GONZALO 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 e'er 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 day I
wore it? I mean, in a sort.
ANTONIO That sort was well fished for.
GONZALO When I wore it at your daughter's 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,
Who is so far from Italy removed
I ne'er 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
The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke
To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd,
As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt
He came alive to land.
ALONSO No, no, he's gone.
SEBASTIAN Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss,
That would not bless our Europe with your daughter,
But rather lose her to an African;
Where she at least is banish'd from your eye,
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
ALONSO Prithee, peace.
SEBASTIAN You were kneel'd to and importuned otherwise
By all of us, and the fair soul herself
Weigh'd between loathness and obedience, at
Which end o' the 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 fault's your own.
ALONSO So is the dear'st o' the loss.
GONZALO My lord Sebastian,
The truth you speak doth lack 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 He'ld sow't with nettle-seed.
SEBASTIAN Or docks, or mallows.
GONZALO And were the king on't, what would I do?
SEBASTIAN 'Scape being drunk for want of wine.
GONZALO I' the 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,
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 on't.
ANTONIO The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the
beginning.
GONZALO All things in common nature should produce
Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,
Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,
Of its 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,
To excel the golden age.
SEBASTIAN God 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 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 metal; you would lift
the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue
in it five 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 except ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, and ANTONIO]
ALONSO What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find
They are inclined 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 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' the climate.
SEBASTIAN Why
Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not
Myself disposed to sleep.
ANTONIO Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
They fell together all, as by consent;
They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might,
Worthy Sebastian? O, what might?--No more:--
And yet me thinks I see it in thy face,
What thou shouldst be: the 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
It is a sleepy language and thou speak'st
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 let'st thy fortune sleep--die, rather; wink'st
Whiles thou art waking.
SEBASTIAN Thou dost snore distinctly;
There's meaning in thy snores.
ANTONIO I am more serious than my custom: you
Must be so too, if heed me; which to do
Trebles thee o'er.
SEBASTIAN Well, I am standing water.
ANTONIO I'll 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 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 weak remembrance, this,
Who shall be of as little memory
When he is earth'd, hath here almost persuade,--
For he's a spirit of persuasion, only
Professes to persuade,--the king his son's alive,
'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd
And he that sleeps here swims.
SEBASTIAN I have no hope
That he's undrown'd.
ANTONIO O, out of that 'no hope'
What great hope have you! no hope that way is
Another way so high a hope that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
But doubt discovery there. Will you grant with me
That Ferdinand is drown'd?
SEBASTIAN He's gone.
ANTONIO Then, tell me,
Who's the next heir of Naples?
SEBASTIAN Claribel.
ANTONIO She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells
Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples
Can have no note, unless the sun were post--
The man i' the moon's too slow--till new-born chins
Be rough and razorable; she that--from whom?
We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again,
And by that destiny to perform an act
Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come
In yours and my discharge.
SEBASTIAN What stuff is this! how say you?
'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis;
So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions
There is some space.
ANTONIO A space whose every cubit
Seems to cry out, 'How shall that Claribel
Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,
And let Sebastian wake.' Say, this were death
That now hath seized 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! 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 brother's servants
Were then my fellows; now they 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 upon,
If he were that which now he's like, that's 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,
They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;
They'll tell the clock to any business that
We say befits the hour.
SEBASTIAN Thy case, dear friend,
Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,
I'll 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 rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.
SEBASTIAN O, but one word.
[They talk apart]
[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 dies--to keep them living.
[Sings in GONZALO's ear]
While you here do snoring lie,
Open-eyed 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 What's the matter?
SEBASTIAN Whiles we stood here 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 monster's ear,
To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roar
Of a whole herd of lions.
ALONSO Heard you this, Gonzalo?
GONZALO Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming,
And that a strange one too, which did awake me:
I shaked you, sir, and cried: as mine eyes open'd,
I saw their weapons drawn: there was a noise,
That's verily. 'Tis best we stand upon our guard,
Or that we quit this place; let's draw our weapons.
ALONSO Lead off this ground; and let's make further search
For my poor son.
GONZALO Heavens keep him from these beasts!
For he is, sure, i' the island.
ALONSO Lead away.
ARIEL Prospero my lord shall know what I have done:
So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.
[Exeunt]

Scene II Another part of the island.

[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 they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin--shows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead 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 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. I'll fall flat;
Perchance he will not mind me.
TRINCULO Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off
any weather at all, and another storm brewing;
I hear it sing i' the 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 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 a man:
when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame
beggar, they will lazy out ten to see a dead
Indian. Legged 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 a
thunderbolt.
[Thunder]
Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to
creep under his gaberdine; there is no other
shelter hereabouts: 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 shall I die ashore--
This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's
funeral: well, here's my comfort. [Drinks]
[Sings]
The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I,
The gunner and his mate
Loved Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery,
But none of us cared for Kate;
For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to a sailor, Go hang!
She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch:
Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!
This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort.
[Drinks]
CALIBAN Do not torment me: Oh!
STEPHANO What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put
tricks upon's with savages and men of Ind, ha? I
have not scaped drowning to be afeard now of your
four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as
ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground;
and it shall be said so again while Stephano
breathes at's nostrils.
CALIBAN The spirit torments me; Oh!
STEPHANO This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who
hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil
should he learn our language? I will give him some
relief, if it be but for that. if I can recover him
and keep him tame and get to Naples with him, he's a
present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's leather.
CALIBAN Do not torment me, prithee; I'll bring my wood home faster.
STEPHANO He's in his fit now and does not talk after the
wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have
never drunk wine afore will go near to remove his
fit. If I can recover him and keep him tame, I will
not take too much for him; he shall pay for him that
hath him, and that soundly.
CALIBAN Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I
know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee.
STEPHANO Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that
which will give language to you, cat: open your
mouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you,
and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend:
open your chaps again.
TRINCULO I should know that voice: it should be--but he is
drowned; and these are devils: O defend me!
STEPHANO Four legs and two voices: a most delicate monster!
His forward voice now is to speak well of his
friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches
and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will
recover him, I will help his ague. Come. Amen! I
will pour some in thy other mouth.
TRINCULO Stephano!
STEPHANO Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! This is
a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no
long spoon.
TRINCULO Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me and
speak to me: for I am Trinculo--be not afeard--thy
good friend Trinculo.
STEPHANO If thou beest Trinculo, come forth: I'll pull thee
by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs,
these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How
camest thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can
he vent Trinculos?
TRINCULO I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. But
art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art
not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me
under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of
the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O
Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped!
STEPHANO Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.
CALIBAN [Aside] These be fine things, an if they be
not sprites.
That's a brave god and bears celestial liquor.
I will kneel to him.
STEPHANO How didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither?
swear by this bottle how thou camest hither. I
escaped upon a butt of sack which the sailors
heaved o'erboard, by this bottle; which I made of
the bark of a tree with mine own hands since I was
cast ashore.
CALIBAN I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject;
for the liquor is not earthly.
STEPHANO Here; swear then how thou escapedst.
TRINCULO Swum ashore. man, like a duck: I can swim like a
duck, I'll be sworn.
STEPHANO Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a
duck, thou art made like a goose.
TRINCULO O Stephano. hast any more of this?
STEPHANO The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock by the
sea-side where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf!
how does thine ague?
CALIBAN Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?
STEPHANO Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i'
the moon when time was.
CALIBAN I have seen thee in her and I do adore thee:
My mistress show'd me thee and thy dog and thy bush.
STEPHANO Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish
it anon with new contents swear.
TRINCULO By this good light, this is a very shallow monster!
I afeard of him! A very weak monster! The man i'
the moon! A most poor credulous monster! Well
drawn, monster, in good sooth!
CALIBAN I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island;
And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.
TRINCULO By this light, a most perfidious and drunken
monster! when 's god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.
CALIBAN I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject.
STEPHANO Come on then; down, and swear.
TRINCULO I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed
monster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in my
heart to beat him,--
STEPHANO Come, kiss.
TRINCULO But that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster!
CALIBAN I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;
I'll fish for thee and get thee wood enough.
A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
Thou wondrous man.
TRINCULO A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a
Poor drunkard!
CALIBAN I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
And I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts;
Show thee a jay's nest and instruct thee how
To snare the nimble marmoset; I'll bring thee
To clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get thee
Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?
STEPHANO I prithee now, lead the way without any more
talking. Trinculo, the king and all our company
else being drowned, we will inherit here: here;
bear my bottle: fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by
and by again.
CALIBAN [Sings drunkenly]
Farewell master; farewell, farewell!
TRINCULO A howling monster: a drunken monster!
CALIBAN No more dams I'll make for fish
Nor fetch in firing
At requiring;
Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish
'Ban, 'Ban, Cacaliban
Has a new master: get a new man.
Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom,
hey-day, freedom!
STEPHANO O brave monster! Lead the way.
[Exeunt]

Next Act

	[Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others]
GONZALO	Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause, So have we all, of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe Is common; every day some sailor's 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	Prithee, peace.
SEBASTIAN	He receives comfort like cold porridge.
ANTONIO	The visitor will not give him o'er so.
SEBASTIAN	Look he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
GONZALO	Sir,--
SEBASTIAN	One: tell.
GONZALO	When every grief is entertain'd that's offer'd, Comes to the entertainer--
SEBASTIAN	A dollar.
GONZALO	Dolour comes to him, indeed: 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 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,--
SEBASTIAN	Ha, ha, ha! So, you're 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 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 perfumed by a fen.
GONZALO	Here is everything advantageous to life.
ANTONIO	True; save means to live.
SEBASTIAN	Of that there's 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 in't.
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 vouched rarities are.
GONZALO	That 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 them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the king's 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 Dido's time.
ANTONIO	Widow! a pox o' that! How came that widow 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.
SEBASTIAN	His word is more than the miraculous harp; he hath raised 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.
GONZALO	Ay.
ANTONIO	Why, in good time.
GONZALO	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 e'er 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 day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.
ANTONIO	That sort was well fished for.
GONZALO	When I wore it at your daughter's 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, Who is so far from Italy removed I ne'er 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 The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt He came alive to land.
ALONSO	No, no, he's gone.
SEBASTIAN	Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss, That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, But rather lose her to an African; Where she at least is banish'd from your eye, Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
ALONSO	Prithee, peace.
SEBASTIAN	You were kneel'd to and importuned otherwise By all of us, and the fair soul herself Weigh'd between loathness and obedience, at Which end o' the 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 fault's your own.
ALONSO	So is the dear'st o' the loss.
GONZALO	My lord Sebastian, The truth you speak doth lack 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	He'ld sow't with nettle-seed.
SEBASTIAN	Or docks, or mallows.
GONZALO	And were the king on't, what would I do?
SEBASTIAN	'Scape being drunk for want of wine.
GONZALO	I' the 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, 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 on't.
ANTONIO	The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.
GONZALO	All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Of its 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, To excel the golden age.
SEBASTIAN	God 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 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 metal; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five 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 except ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, and ANTONIO]
ALONSO	What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find They are inclined 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 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' the climate.
SEBASTIAN	Why Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not Myself disposed to sleep.
ANTONIO	Nor I; my spirits are nimble. They fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Worthy Sebastian? O, what might?--No more:-- And yet me thinks I see it in thy face, What thou shouldst be: the 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 It is a sleepy language and thou speak'st 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 let'st thy fortune sleep--die, rather; wink'st Whiles thou art waking.
SEBASTIAN	Thou dost snore distinctly; There's meaning in thy snores.
ANTONIO	I am more serious than my custom: you Must be so too, if heed me; which to do Trebles thee o'er.
SEBASTIAN	Well, I am standing water.
ANTONIO	I'll 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 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 weak remembrance, this, Who shall be of as little memory When he is earth'd, hath here almost persuade,-- For he's a spirit of persuasion, only Professes to persuade,--the king his son's alive, 'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd And he that sleeps here swims.
SEBASTIAN	I have no hope That he's undrown'd.
ANTONIO	O, out of that 'no hope' What great hope have you! no hope that way is Another way so high a hope that even Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond, But doubt discovery there. Will you grant with me That Ferdinand is drown'd?
SEBASTIAN	He's gone.
ANTONIO	Then, tell me, Who's the next heir of Naples?
SEBASTIAN	Claribel.
ANTONIO	She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples Can have no note, unless the sun were post-- The man i' the moon's too slow--till new-born chins Be rough and razorable; she that--from whom? We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again, And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge.
SEBASTIAN	What stuff is this! how say you? 'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis; So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions There is some space.
ANTONIO	A space whose every cubit Seems to cry out, 'How shall that Claribel Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis, And let Sebastian wake.' Say, this were death That now hath seized 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! 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 brother's servants Were then my fellows; now they 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 upon, If he were that which now he's like, that's 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, They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk; They'll tell the clock to any business that We say befits the hour.
SEBASTIAN	Thy case, dear friend, Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan, I'll 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 rear my hand, do you the like, To fall it on Gonzalo.
SEBASTIAN	O, but one word.
	[They talk apart]
	[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 dies--to keep them living.
	[Sings in GONZALO's ear]
	While you here do snoring lie, Open-eyed 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	What's the matter?
SEBASTIAN	Whiles we stood here 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 monster's ear, To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roar Of a whole herd of lions.
ALONSO	Heard you this, Gonzalo?
GONZALO	Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me: I shaked you, sir, and cried: as mine eyes open'd, I saw their weapons drawn: there was a noise, That's verily. 'Tis best we stand upon our guard, Or that we quit this place; let's draw our weapons.
ALONSO	Lead off this ground; and let's make further search For my poor son.
GONZALO	Heavens keep him from these beasts! For he is, sure, i' the island.
ALONSO	Lead away.
ARIEL	Prospero my lord shall know what I have done: So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.
	[Exeunt]

	[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 they'll nor pinch, Fright me with urchin--shows, pitch me i' the mire, Nor lead 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 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. I'll fall flat; Perchance he will not mind me.
TRINCULO	Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; I hear it sing i' the 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 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 a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lazy out ten to see a dead Indian. Legged 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 a thunderbolt.
	[Thunder]
	Alas, the storm is come again! my best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabouts: 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 shall I die ashore--
	This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral: well, here's my comfort. [Drinks]
	[Sings]
	The master, the swabber, the boatswain and I, The gunner and his mate Loved Mall, Meg and Marian and Margery, But none of us cared for Kate; For she had a tongue with a tang, Would cry to a sailor, Go hang! She loved not the savour of tar nor of pitch, Yet a tailor might scratch her where'er she did itch: Then to sea, boys, and let her go hang!
	This is a scurvy tune too: but here's my comfort. [Drinks]
CALIBAN	Do not torment me: Oh!
STEPHANO	What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon's with savages and men of Ind, ha? I have not scaped drowning to be afeard now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever went on four legs cannot make him give ground; and it shall be said so again while Stephano breathes at's nostrils.
CALIBAN	The spirit torments me; Oh!
STEPHANO	This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief, if it be but for that. if I can recover him and keep him tame and get to Naples with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's leather.
CALIBAN	Do not torment me, prithee; I'll bring my wood home faster.
STEPHANO	He's in his fit now and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have never drunk wine afore will go near to remove his fit. If I can recover him and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him; he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.
CALIBAN	Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee.
STEPHANO	Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, cat: open your mouth; this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly: you cannot tell who's your friend: open your chaps again.
TRINCULO	I should know that voice: it should be--but he is drowned; and these are devils: O defend me!
STEPHANO	Four legs and two voices: a most delicate monster! His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague. Come. Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth.
TRINCULO	Stephano!
STEPHANO	Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no long spoon.
TRINCULO	Stephano! If thou beest Stephano, touch me and speak to me: for I am Trinculo--be not afeard--thy good friend Trinculo.
STEPHANO	If thou beest Trinculo, come forth: I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How camest thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? can he vent Trinculos?
TRINCULO	I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke. But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano? O Stephano, two Neapolitans 'scaped!
STEPHANO	Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant.
CALIBAN	[Aside] These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. That's a brave god and bears celestial liquor. I will kneel to him.
STEPHANO	How didst thou 'scape? How camest thou hither? swear by this bottle how thou camest hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack which the sailors heaved o'erboard, by this bottle; which I made of the bark of a tree with mine own hands since I was cast ashore.
CALIBAN	I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not earthly.
STEPHANO	Here; swear then how thou escapedst.
TRINCULO	Swum ashore. man, like a duck: I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.
STEPHANO	Here, kiss the book. Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.
TRINCULO	O Stephano. hast any more of this?
STEPHANO	The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf! how does thine ague?
CALIBAN	Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?
STEPHANO	Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man i' the moon when time was.
CALIBAN	I have seen thee in her and I do adore thee: My mistress show'd me thee and thy dog and thy bush.
STEPHANO	Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents swear.
TRINCULO	By this good light, this is a very shallow monster! I afeard of him! A very weak monster! The man i' the moon! A most poor credulous monster! Well drawn, monster, in good sooth!
CALIBAN	I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island; And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.
TRINCULO	By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster! when 's god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle.
CALIBAN	I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject.
STEPHANO	Come on then; down, and swear.
TRINCULO	I shall laugh myself to death at this puppy-headed monster. A most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him,--
STEPHANO	Come, kiss.
TRINCULO	But that the poor monster's in drink: an abominable monster!
CALIBAN	I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries; I'll fish for thee and get thee wood enough. A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, Thou wondrous man.
TRINCULO	A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a Poor drunkard!
CALIBAN	I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts; Show thee a jay's nest and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmoset; I'll bring thee To clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get thee Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me?
STEPHANO	I prithee now, lead the way without any more talking. Trinculo, the king and all our company else being drowned, we will inherit here: here; bear my bottle: fellow Trinculo, we'll fill him by and by again.
CALIBAN	[Sings drunkenly] Farewell master; farewell, farewell!
TRINCULO	A howling monster: a drunken monster!
CALIBAN	No more dams I'll make for fish Nor fetch in firing At requiring; Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish 'Ban, 'Ban, Cacaliban Has a new master: get a new man.
	Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom, hey-day, freedom!
STEPHANO	O brave monster! Lead the way.
	[Exeunt]