William Shakespeare

“ I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour.
Cal. Prithee, my king, be quiet. See'st thou here,
This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter. 118
Do that good mischief which may make this island
Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
For aye thy foot-licker. Steph. Give me thy hand. I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look what a wardrobe here is for thee!
Cal. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.
Trin. O, ho, monster! we know what belongs to a frippery! O king Stephano! ”

“ Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me
Lingering perdition, worse than any death
Can be at once, shall step by step attend
You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from—
Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls 101
Upon your heads—is nothing but heart-sorrow
And a clear life ensuing. He vanishes in thunder; then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance, with mocks and mows, and carrying out the table.
Pros. Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
Perform'd, my Ariel ”

“ But how should Prospero
Be living and be here?
Pros. First, noble friend,
Let me embrace thine age, whose honour cannot
Be measured or confined.
Gon. Whether this be
Or be not, I'll not swear.
Pros. You do yet taste
Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you
Believe things certain. Welcome, my friends all! [Aside to Sebastian and Antonio.] ”

“ SCENE I 79 Before Prospero's cell.
Enter Ferdinand, bearing a log.
Fer. There be some sports are painful, and their labour
Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness
Are nobly undergone and most poor matters
Point to rich ends. ”

“ Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo.
Steph. Tell not me; when the butt is out, we will drink water; not a drop before: therefore bear up, and board 'em. Servant-monster, drink to me.
Trin. Servant-monster! the folly of this island! They say there's but five upon this isle: we are three of them; if th' other two be brained like us, the state totters.
Steph. Drink, servant-monster, when I bid thee: thy eyes are almost set in thy head.
Trin. Where should they be set else? he were a brave monster indeed, if they were set in his tail. ”

“ Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!
To the most of men this is a Caliban,
And they to him are angels.
Mir. My affections
Are then most humble; I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man. ”

“ Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo.
Yet again! what do you here? Shall we give o'er and drown? Have you a mind to sink?
Seb. A plague o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog!
Boats. Work you then.
Ant. Hang, cur! hang, you insolent noisemaker! We are less afraid to be drowned than thou art.
Gon. I'll warrant him for drowning; though the ship were no stronger than a nutshell.
8 Boats. Lay her a-hold, a-hold! set her two courses; off to sea again; lay her off.
Prospero: 'I have done nothing but in care of thee' (page 11) . Enter Mariners wet. ”

“ Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf.
Cal. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe.
I'll not serve him; he is not valiant. Trin. Thou liest, most ignorant monster: I am in case to justle a constable. Why, thou deboshed fish, thou, was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?
88 Cal. Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord?
Trin. 'Lord' quoth he! That a monster should be such a natural! ”

“ 'You demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make' (page 125) .
Ari. I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit.
Pros. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him
When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make,
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime
Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid,
Weak masters though ye be, I have bedimm'd
The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And 'twixt the green sea and the azured vault ”

“ 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 67 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 ”

“ Ariel plays the tune on a tabor and pipe.
Steph. What is this same?
Trin. This is the tune of our catch, played by the picture of Nobody.
Steph. If thou beest a man, show thyself in thy likeness: if thou beest a devil, take't as thou list.
Trin. O, forgive me my sins!
Steph. He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee. Mercy upon us!
Cal. Art thou afeard?
Steph. No, monster, not I.
Cal. ”

“ Trin. Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, and away with the rest.
Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time,
And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes
With foreheads villanous low. Steph. Monster, lay to your fingers: help to bear this away where my hogshead of wine is, or I'll turn you out of my kingdom: go to, carry this.
Trin. And this.
Steph. Ay, and this.
120 A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of dogs and hounds, hunting them about; Prospero and Ariel setting them on. ”

“ Exeunt Antonio and Sebastian.
Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of sea for an acre of barren ground, ling, heath, broom, furze, any thing. The wills above be done! but I would fain die a dry death. ”

“ Alonso, Sebastian, etc. draw their swords.
You fools! I and my fellows
Are ministers of Fate: the elements,
Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well 100
Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at stabs
Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish
One dowle that's in my plume: my fellow-ministers
Are like invulnerable. If you could hurt,
Your swords are now too massy for your strengths
And will not be uplifted. But remember—
For that's my business to you—that you three
From Milan did supplant good Prospero ”

“ Professes to persuade—the king his son's alive,
'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd
As he that sleeps here swims.
Seb. I have no hope
That he's undrown'd.
Ant. O, out of that 'no hope' 59
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?
Seb. He's gone.
Ant. Then, tell me,
Who's the next heir of Naples?
Seb. Claribel.
Ant. She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells
Ten leagues beyond man's life ”

“ But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered
With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
Who had no doubt some noble creature in her,
Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere 11
It should the good ship so have swallow'd, and
The fraughting souls within her.
Pros. Be collected:
No more amazement: tell your piteous heart
There's no harm done. ”

“ You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the windring brooks,
With your sedged crowns and ever-harmless looks,
Leave your crisp channels and on this green land
Answer your summons; Juno does command:
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
A contract of true love; be not too late.
Prospero: 'We are such stuff
As dreams are made on' (page 114) . 113 Enter certain Nymphs. ”

“ The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again. Steph. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.
Cal. When Prospero is destroyed.
Steph. That shall be by and by: I remember the story.
Trin. The sound is going away; let's follow it, and after do our work.
Steph. Lead, monster; we'll follow. I would I could see this taborer; he lays it on.
Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano. ”

“ I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated 16
To closeness and the bettering of my mind
With that which, but by being so retired,
O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
Awaked an evil nature ”

“ 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?
Seb. Methinks I do. 61
Ant. ”

“ To clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get thee
Young scamels from the rock. Wilt thou go with me? Steph. 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.
Cal. [sings drunkenly]
Farewell, master; farewell, farewell! 75 Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster!
Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish ”

“ 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 nostrils.
Cal. The spirit torments me: Oh!
Steph. 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 our69 language? ”

“ Let us not burthen our remembrance with
A heaviness that's gone. ”

“ Than we bring men to comfort them:
The fault's your own.
Alon. So is the dear'st o' the loss.
Gon. 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.
Seb. Very well.
Ant. And most chirurgeonly.
Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
When you are cloudy.
Seb. Foul weather?
Ant. Very foul.
Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,—
Ant. He'ld sow't with nettle-seed.
Antonio: 'Here lies your brother,
No better than the earth he lies upon' (page 61) . ”

“ I might call him
A thing divine, for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble. ”

“ Re-enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, in their stolen apparel.
Steph. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no 139
man take care for himself; for all is but fortune.
Coragio, bully-monster, coragio! ”

“ From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches,
Make us strange stuff. 119 Steph. Be you quiet, monster. Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair and prove a bald jerkin.
Trin. Do, do: we steal by line and level, an't like your grace. ”

“ All sleep except Alonso, Sebastian, and Antonio.
Alon. What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find
They are inclined to do so.
Seb. Please you, sir,
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter. 56
Ant. ”

“ Re-enter Ariel before: then Alonso, with a frantic gesture, attended by Gonzalo; Sebastian and Antonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and Francisco: they all enter the circle which Prospero had made, and there stand charmed ”

“ As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed
With raven's feather from unwholesome fen
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye
And blister you all o'er! ”