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; she, that from Naples
Can have no note, unless the sun were post,

(The man i' the moon's too slow,) tili new-born chins
Be rough and razorable: she, from whom
We were all sea-swallow'd, though some cast again;
And by that destin'd to perform an act,

Whereof what's past is prologue; what to come,
In yours and my discharge.

Seb. 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.

Ant. 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 seiz'd 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 Gonzało; 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.

Ant. And how does your content

Tender your own good fortune?
Seb. I remember,

You did supplant your brother Prospero.

Ant. 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.

Seb. But, for your conscience
Ant. Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kybe,
'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; 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.

Seb. 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 pay'st; And I the king shall love thee.

Ant. Then let us both be sudden.

Con. Now, good angels, preserve the king!

[They wake.

Alon. Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you drawn?

Wherefore this ghastly looking?

Gon. What's the matter?

Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
Like bulls, or rather lions; did it not wake you?
It struck mine ear most terribly.
Alon. I heard nothing.

Ant. 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.

Alon. Heard you this, Gonzalo?

Gon. Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming, And that a strange one too, which did awake me: I shak'd you, sir, and cry'd; as mine eyes open'd, I saw their weapons drawn:-there was a noise, That's verity: Best stand upon our guard;

Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons. Alon. Lead off this ground; and let's make further

[Aside.

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.

Cal. 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,
Frightme with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid them; but
For every trifle are they set upon me :

Sometime like apes, that moe and chatter at me,
And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which
Lie tumbling in my barc-foot way, and mount
Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am I

All wound withadders, who, with cloven tongues,
Do hiss me into madness: - Lo! now! lo!

Enter TRINCULO.

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.

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub, to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing; Ihear it singi' the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard 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 mau or a fish? Dead or alive? Afish: he smells like a fish; avery 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 lay out ten to see a dead Indian. Legg'd 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 thunder-bolt. [Thunder.] Alas! the storm is come again: my best way ter here about: Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud, till the dregs of the storm be past.

Enter STEPHANO, singing; a bottle in his hand.
Ste. I shall no more to sea, to sea,
Here shall I die a-shore ;

This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral:
Well, here's my comfort.

[Drinks.

The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I,

The gunner, and his mate,

Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marian, and Margery,

But none of us car'd for Kate:
For she had a tongue with a tang,
Would cry to asailor, Gohang:

She lov'd not the savour of tar nor of pitch,
Yet a tailor might scratch her where-e'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.

Cal. Do not torment me:0!

Ste. What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages, and men of Inde? Ha! I have not'scap'd drowning, to beafeard 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 tormentsme: O!

Ste. 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'sleather.

Cal. Do not torment me, pr'ythee; I'll bring my wood home faster.

Ste. 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, it 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.

Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thon wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee.

Ste. 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.

Trin. I should know that voice: It should be - But he is drowned; and these are devils: O! defend me! Ste. 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 inmy bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: Come, - Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth.

Trin. Stephano,

Ste. Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy! mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no long spoon.

Trin. Stephano!-- if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo; -be not afeard, thy good friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth; I'll pull thee by the lesser legs: ifany be Trinculo'slegs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed: How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? Can he vent Trinculos?

Trin. I took him to be killed with a thunder-stroke:

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 'scap'd!

Ste. Pr'ythee, do not turn me about; my stomach is

not constaut.

Cal. These be fine things, an if they be not sprites. That's a brave god, and bears celestial liquor: I will kneel to him.

Ste. How did'st thou 'scape? How cam'st thou hither? swear by this bottle, how thou cam'st hither. I escaped upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved over-board, by this bottle! which I made of the bark of a tree, with mine own hands, since I was cast ashore.

Cal. I'll swear, upon that bottle, to be thy true subject; for the liquor is not earthly.

Ste. Here; swear then how thou escap'dst.

Trin. Swam a-shore, man, like a duck; I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

Ste. Here, kiss the book: Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose.

Trin. O Stephano, hast any more of this? Ste. The whole butt, man; my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side, where my wine is hid.-How now, mooncalf? how does thine ague?

Cal. Hast thou not dropped from heaven?

Ste. Out o' the moon, I do assure thee: I was the man in the moon, when time was.

Cal. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee: My mistress showed me thee, thy dog, and bush. Ste. Come, swear to that; kiss the book: I will furnish it anon with new contents: swear!

Trin. By this good light, this is a very shallow monster:-Iafeard of him? a very weak monster:-the mani' the moon?-a most poor credulous monster :Well drawn, monster, in good sooth.

Cal. I'll shew thee every fertile inch o'the island; And kiss thy foot: I pr'ythee, be my god! Trin. By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster! when his god's asleep, he'll rob his bottle. Cal. I'll kiss thy foot: I'll swear myself thy subject. Ste. Come on then; down, and swear!

Trin. I shall laugh myself to death at this puppyheaded monster: A most scurvy monster! I could find in my heart to beat him,

Ste. Come, kiss!

Trin. - but that the poor monster's in drink: An abominable monster!

Cal. I'll shew 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,
Thon wond'rous man.

Trin. A most ridiculous monster; to make a wonder of a poor drunkard.

Cal. I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; And I with my long nails will dig theepig-nuts; Shew thee a jay's nest, and instruct thee how To snare the nimble marmozet; I'll bring thee To clust'ring filberds, and sometimes I'll get thee Young sea-mells from the rock: Wilt thou go withme? Ste. I pr'ythee 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. Farewell, master; farewell, farewell!

[Sings drunkenly. Trin. A howling monster; a drunken monster! Cal. No more dams I'll make for fish;

Nor fetch in firing At requiring,

Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish;
'Ban 'Ban, Ca-Caliban,

Has a new master-Get a new man.

Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! hey, freedom!

Ste. O brave monster! lead the way! (Exeunt.

Mira. I do not know

SCENE I. - 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. This my mean task would be As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but

The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is

Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed; And he's composed of harshness. I must remove Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up, Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistress

Weeps, when she sees me work; and says, such

baseness

Had ne'er like executor. I forget:

But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Most busy-less, when I do it.

Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance.

Mira. Alas, now! pray you,

Work not so hard! I would, the lightning had
Burnt up those logs, that you are enjoin'd to pile.
Pray, set it down, and rest you: when this burns,
'Twill weep for having wearied you. My father
Is hard at study; pray now, rest yourself!
He's safe for these three hours.

Fer. O most dear mistress,

The sun will set, before I shall discharge

Fer. I am, in my condition,
A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king;
(I would, not so!) and would no more endure
This wooden slavery, than I would suffer

The flesh-fly blow my month.-Hear my soul speak :
The very instant that I saw you, did

My heart fly to your service; there resides,
To make me slave to it; and for your sake,
Am I this patient log-man.

Mira. Do you love me?

Fer. O heaven, o earth, bear witness to this sound,
And crown what I profess with kind event,
If I speak true; if hollowly, invert

What best is boded me, to mischief! I,
Beyond all limit of what else i' the world,
Do love, prize, honour you.
Mira. I am a fool,

To weep at what I am glad of.
Pro. Fair encounter

Of two most rare affections! Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between them!

Fer. Wherefore weep you?

Mira. At mine unworthiness, that dare not offer What I desire to give; and much less take What I shall die to want: But this is trifling; And all the more it seeks to hide itself,

What I must strive to do.

The bigger bulk it shews. Hence, bashful conming!
And prompt me, plain and holy innocence!
I am your wife, if you will marry me;

Mira. If you'll sit down,

If not, I'll die your maid: to be your fellow

I'll carry it to the pile.

Whether you will or no.

Fer. No, precious creature:

Fer. My mistress, dearest,

And I thus humble ever.

As well as it does you: and I should do it

Mira. And mine, with my heart in't: And now fare

With much more ease; for my good will is to it,

well,

And yours against.

Till half an hour hence.

Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected;

Fer. A thousand! thousand! [Exeunt Fer. and Mira.

This visitation shews it.

Pro. So glad of this as they, I cannot be,

Mira. You look wearily.

Who are surpris'd with all; but my rejoicing

Ste. 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 the other two be brained like us, the state totters.

Ste. 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.

SCENE III. - Another part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN,

Whoseheadsstood in their breasts? which now we find

Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano. [Exeunt.

Each putter-out on five for one, will bring us Good warrant of.

Alon. I will stand to, and feed,
Although my last: no matter, since I feel
The best is past: - Brother, my lord the duke,
Staud too, and do as we!

Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL, like a harpy,

device, the banquet vanishes.

FRANCISCO, and others.

Gon. By'r lakin, I can go no further, sir;

My old bones ache: here's a maze trod, indeed,

tience,

I needs must rest me.

Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Who am myself attach'd with weariness, To the dulling of my spirits: sit down and rest! Even here I will put off my hope, and keepit No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd, Whomthus we stray to find; and the seamocks Our frustrate search on land: Well, let him go! Ant. I am right glad that he's so out of hope.

[Aside to Sebastian.

Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose

That you resolv'd to effect.,

Seb. The next advantage

Will we take thoroughly.

Ant. Let it be to-night;

For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they
Will not, nor cannot, use such vigilance,

As when they are fresh.

Seb. I say, to-night: no more.

Solemn and strange musick; and PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet; they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and, inviting the king, etc. to eat, they depart.

Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends, hark! Gon. Marvellous sweet musick!

Alon. Give us kind keepers, heavens! What were

these?

Seb. A living drollery: Now I will believe, That there are unicorns; that, in Arabia

There is onetree, the phoenix' throne; one phoenix

At this hour reigning there.

Ant. I'll believe both;

And what does else want credit, come to me,

And l'il be sworn 'tis true: Travellers ne'er did lie, Though fools at home condemn them.

Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny
(That hath to instrument this lower world,
And what is in't,) the never-surfeited sea
Hath caused to belch up; and on this island
Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men
Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad;

[Seeing Alon. Seb.etc.drawtheir swords.
And even with such like valour, men hang and drown
Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows
Are ministers of fate; the elements,
Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well
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: Bat, remember,

(For that's my business to you,) that you three
From Milan did supplant good Prospero;
Expos'd unto the sea, which hath requitit,
Him, and his innocent child: for which foul deed
The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have
Incens'd the seas aud shores, yea, all the creatures,
Against your peace. Thee of thy son, Alonso,
They have bereft; and do pronounce by me,
Ling'ring 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
Upon your heads,) is nothing, but heart's sorrow,
And a clear life ensuing.

He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft musick, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and carry out the table.

Pro.[Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou

Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:

Gon. If in Naples

Of my instruction hast thou nothing'bated,

I should report this now, would they believe me?

In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life,

If I should say, I saw such islanders,

And observation strange, my meaner ministers

(For, certes, these are people of the island,)

Their several kinds have done: my high charms work,