ACT II SCENE I | Another part of the island. | |
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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 | 5 |
| 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. | 10 |
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,-- | 15 |
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 | 20 |
| 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. | 25 |
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. | 30 |
ANTONIO | The cockerel. |
SEBASTIAN | Done. The wager? |
ANTONIO | A laughter. |
SEBASTIAN | A match! |
ADRIAN | Though this island seem to be desert,-- | 35 |
SEBASTIAN | Ha, ha, ha! So, you're paid. |
ADRIAN | Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible,-- |
SEBASTIAN | Yet,-- |
ADRIAN | Yet,-- |
ANTONIO | He could not miss't. | 40 |
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. | 45 |
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. | 50 |
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. | 55 |
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 | 60 |
| 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 | 65 |
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 | 70 |
| 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, | 75 |
| 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? | 80 |
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 | 85 |
| 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. | 90 |
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. | 95 |
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? | 100 |
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 | 105 |
| 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, | 110 |
| 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 | 115 |
| 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, | 120 |
| 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. | 125 |
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, | 130 |
| 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. | 135 |
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. | 140 |
ANTONIO | And most chirurgeonly. |
GONZALO | It is foul weather in us all, good sir, |
| When you are cloudy. |
SEBASTIAN | Foul weather? |
ANTONIO | Very foul. | 145 |
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. | 150 |
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, | 155 |
| 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;-- | 160 |
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, | 165 |
| 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? | 170 |
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! | 175 |
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 | 180 |
| 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. | 185 |
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. | 190 |
[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? | 195 |
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, | 200 |
| 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, | 205 |
| 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 | 210 |
| 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, | 215 |
| 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. | 220 |
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? | 225 |
| 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 | 230 |
| 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 | 235 |
| 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. | 240 |
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 | 245 |
| 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. | 250 |
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 | 255 |
| 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. | 260 |
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 | 265 |
| That Ferdinand is drown'd? |
SEBASTIAN | He's gone. |
ANTONIO | Then, tell me, |
| Who's the next heir of Naples? |
SEBASTIAN | Claribel. | 270 |
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? | 275 |
| 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? | 280 |
| '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 | 285 |
| 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 | 290 |
| 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? | 295 |
SEBASTIAN | Methinks I do. |
ANTONIO | And how does your content |
| Tender your own good fortune? |
SEBASTIAN | I remember |
| You did supplant your brother Prospero. | 300 |
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? | 305 |
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, | 310 |
| 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 | 315 |
| 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. | 320 |
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. | 325 |
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 | 330 |
| 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. | 335 |
| 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 | 340 |
| 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, | 345 |
| 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, | 350 |
| 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: | 355 |
| 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 | 360 |
| 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: | 365 |
| So, king, go safely on to seek thy son. |
[Exeunt] |