Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this band, I'll have that gown. Trin. Thy grace shall have it. Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do you mean, To doat thus on such luggage? Let's along. From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches ; Ste. 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. Ste. I thank thee for that jest: here's a garment for't: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am king of this country: Steal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't. 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 Ste. Monster, lay-to your fingers; help to bear this away, where my hogshead of wine is, or I'l turn you out of my kingdom: go to, carry this. Trin. And this. Ste. Ay, and this. A noise of hunters heard. Enter divers Spirits, in shape of hounds, and hunt them about. PROSPERO and ARIEL, setting them on. Pro. Hey, Mountain, hey! [CAL. STE. and TRIN. are driven out. Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make them, ACT V. SCENE I-Before the Cell of Prospero. Enter PROSPERO in his magick robes; and ARIEL. Pro. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day? Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease. Pro. I did say so, When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and his? Ari. Confin'd together In the lime-grove which weather-fends your cell; That if you now beheld them, your affections Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit? And mine shall. Yet, with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury Do I take part: the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further: Go, release them, Ariel; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, groves; And ye, that on the sands with printless foot Re-enter ARIEL: after him, ALONSO, with a frantich 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; which PROSPERO observing, speaks. A solemn air, and the best comforter Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, C For you are spell-stopp'd. · Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Pro. Mine eyes, even sociable to the shew of thine, -- You brother mine, that entertain❜d ambition, [Exit ARIEL. I will dis-case me, and myself present, ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire PROSPero. ARI. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I shall miss thee; But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so. - Ari. I drink the air before me, and return [Exit ARIEL. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amaze ment Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us Pro. Behold, sir king, Alon. Whe'r thou beest he, or no, Thou pardon me my wrongs: — But how should Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot Be measur'd, or confin'd. Gon. Or be not, I'll not swear. Pro. First, noble friend, Whether this be, You do yet taste Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you Believe things certain :- Welcome, my friends all: But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded, Seb. The devil speaks in him. No: O heavens! that they were living both in Naples, The king and queen there! that they were, I wish Myself were mudded in that oozy bed Where my son lies. When did you lose your daugh ter? Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords Not a relation for a breakfast, nor The entrance of the Cell opens, and discovers FER Mira. Sweet lord, you play me false. Fer. I would not for the world. No, my dearest love, Boats. If I did think, sir, I were well awake, I'd strive to tell you. We were dead of sleep, And (how, we know not,) all clapp'd under hatches, Where, but even now, with strange and several noises Of roaring, shrieking, howling, gingling chains, And more diversity of sounds, all horrible, We were awak'd; straitway, at liberty: Where we, in all her trim, freshly beheld Our royal, good, and gallant ship; our master Capering to eye her: On a trice, so please you, Even in a dream, were we divided from them, And were brought moping hither. Ari. Pro. Bravely, my diligence. Thou shalt Aside. be free. Was't well done? Ste. Every man shift for all the rest, and let no man take care for himself; for all is but fortune: Coragio, bully-monster, Coragio! Trin. If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here's a goodly sight. Cal. O Setebos, these be brave spirits, indeed! How fine my master is! I am afraid He will chastise me. Ha, ha; Seb. Ant. Very like; one of them Is a plain fish, and, no doubt, marketable. Pro. Mark but the badges of these men, my lords, Then say, if they be true: - This mis-shapen knave, His mother was a witch; and one so strong Cal. I shall be pinch'd to death. Alon. Is not this Stephano, my drunken butler? Seb. He is drunk now: where had he wine? Alon. And Trinculo is reeling ripe: Where Find this grand liquor that hath gilded them? Trin. I have been in such a pickle, since I saw you last, that, I fear me, will never out of my bones I shall not fear fly-blowing. Seb. Why, how now, Stephano? Seb. Or stole it, rather. [Exeunt CAL. STE. and TRIN. Ste. O, touch me not; I am not Stephano, but a Since I came to this isle: And in the morn, SCENE, -Sometimes in VERONA; sometimes in MILAN; and on the frontiers of Mantua. ACT I. SCENE I. -An open place in Verona. But, since thou lov'st, love still, and thrive therein, Pro. Wilt thou be gone? Sweet Valentine, adieu! When thou dost meet good hap: and, in thy danger, Commend thy grievance to my holy prayers, Val. And on a love-book pray for my success. Pro. That's a deep story of a deeper love; For he was more than over shoes in love. Val. 'Tis true; for you are over boots in love, And yet you never swam the Hellespont. With heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth, If haply won, perhaps, a hapless gain; Pro. So, by your circumstance, you call me fool. prove. Pro. 'Tis love you cavil at; I am not love. Pro. Yet writers say, As in the sweetest bud Val. And writers say, As the most forward bud Once more adieu: my father at the road Pro. And thither will I bring thee, Valentine. Pro. Over the boots? nay, give me not the boots. Of thy success in love, and what news else Betideth here in absence of thy friend; |