Act II. Scene I.

Another Part of the Island.
  

Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.
  Gon.  Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause,
So have we all, of joy; for our escape    4
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,    8
I mean our preservation, few in millions
Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
Our sorrow with our comfort.
  Alon.        Prithee, peace.   12
  Seb.   He receives comfort like cold porridge.
  Ant.  The visitor will not give him o’er so.
  Seb.  Look, he’s winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
  Gon.  Sir,—   16
  Seb.  One: tell.
  Gon.  When every grief is entertain’d that’s offer’d,
Comes to the entertainer—
  Seb.  A dollar.   20
  Gon.  Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have spoken truer than you purposed.
  Seb.  You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.
  Gon.  Therefore, my lord,—
  Ant.  Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!   24
  Alon.  I prithee, spare.
  Gon.  Well, I have done: but yet—
  Seb.  He will be talking.
  Ant.  Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow?   28
  Seb.  The old cock.
  Ant.  The cockerel.
  Seb.  Done. The wager?
  Ant.  A laughter.   32
  Seb.  A match!
  Adr.  Though this island seem to be desert,—
  Seb.  Ha, ha, ha! So you’re paid.
  Adr.  Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,—   36
  Seb.  Yet—
  Adr.  Yet—
  Ant.  He could not miss it.
  Adr.  It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance.   40
  Ant.  Temperance was a delicate wench.
  Seb.  Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered.
  Adr.  The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
  Seb.  As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.   44
  Ant.  Or as ’twere perfumed by a fen.
  Gon.  Here is everything advantageous to life.
  Ant.  True; save means to live.
  Seb.  Of that there’s none, or little.   48
  Gon.  How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
  Ant.  The ground indeed is tawny.
  Seb.  With an eye of green in ’t.
  Ant.  He misses not much.   52
  Seb.  No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
  Gon.  But the rarity of it is,—which is indeed almost beyond credit,—
  Seb.  As many vouch’d rarities are.
  Gon.  That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and glosses; being rather new-dyed than stain’d with salt water.   56
  Ant.  If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say he lies?
  Seb.  Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.
  Gon.  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.
  Seb.  ’Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.   60
  Adr.  Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to their queen.
  Gon.  Not since widow Dido’s time.
  Ant.  Widow! a pox o’ that! How came that widow in? Widow Dido!
  Seb.  What if he had said, widower Æneas too? Good Lord, how you take it!   64
  Adr.  Widow Dido, said you? you make me study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
  Gon.  This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
  Adr.  Carthage?
  Gon.  I assure you, Carthage.   68
  Ant.  His word is more than the miraculous harp.
  Seb.  He hath rais’d the wall, and houses too.
  Ant.  What impossible matter will he make easy next?
  Seb.  I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple.   72
  Ant.  And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands.
  Alon.   Ay?
  Ant.  Why, in good time.
  Gon.  [To ALON.] 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.   76
  Ant.  And the rarest that e’er came there.
  Seb.  Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
  Ant.  O! widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.
  Gon.  Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.   80
  Ant.   That sort was well fish’d for.
  Gon.   When I wore it at your daughter’s marriage?
  Alon.   You cram these words into mine ears, against
The stomach of my sense. Would I had never   84
Married my daughter there! for, coming thence,
My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too,
Who is so far from Italy remov’d,
I ne’er again shall see her. O thou, mine heir   88
Of Naples and of Milan! what strange fish
Hath made his meal on thee?
  Fran.        Sir, he may live:
I saw him beat the surges under him,   92
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   96
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.  100
  Alon.        No, no; he’s gone.
  Seb.  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;  104
Where she at least is banish’d from your eye,
Who hath cause to wet the grief on’t.
  Alon.        Prithee, peace.
  Seb.  You were kneel’d to and importun’d otherwise  108
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  112
More widows in them of this business’ making,
Than we bring men to comfort them: the fault’s
Your own.
  Alon.  So is the dearest of the loss.  116
  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.  120
  Seb.        Very well.
  Ant.  And most chirurgeonly.
  Gon.  It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
When you are cloudy.  124
  Seb.        Foul weather?
  Ant.  Very foul.
  Gon.  Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,—
  Ant.  He’d sow’t with nettle-seed.  128
  Seb.        Or docks, or mallows.
  Gon.  And were the king on’t, what would I do?
  Seb.  Scape being drunk for want of wine.
  Gon.  I’ the commonwealth I would by contraries  132
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,  136
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;  140
No sovereignty,—
  Seb.        Yet he would be king on’t.
  Ant.  The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the beginning.
  Gon.  All things in common nature should produce  144
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,  148
To feed my innocent people.
  Seb.  No marrying ’mong his subjects?
  Ant.  None, man; all idle; whores and knaves.
  Gon.  I would with such perfection govern, sir,  152
To excel the golden age.
  Seb.        Save his majesty!
  Ant.   Long live Gonzalo!
  Alon.        And,—do you mark me, sir?  156
  Alon.  Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.
  Gon.  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.
  Ant.  ’Twas you we laugh’d at.
  Gon.  Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you; so you may continue and laugh at nothing still.  160
  Ant.  What a blow was there given!
  Seb.  An it had not fallen flat-long.
  Gon.  You are gentlemen of brave mettle: 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.

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  Seb.   We would so, and then go a-bat-fowling.
  Ant.   Nay, good my lord, be not angry.
  Gon.  No, I warrant you; I will not adventure my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy?
  Ant.  Go sleep, and hear us.  [All sleep but ALON., SEB., and ANT.  168
  Alon.  What! all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find
They are inclin’d to do so.
  Seb.        Please you, sir,  172
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth
It is a comforter.
  Ant.        We two, my lord,  176
Will guard your person while you take your rest,
And watch your safety.
  Alon.        Thank you. Wondrous heavy.  [ALONSO sleeps. Exit ARIEL.
  Seb.  What a strange drowsiness possesses them!  180
  Ant.  It is the quality o’ the climate.
  Seb.        Why
Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not
Myself dispos’d to sleep.  184
  Ant.        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:—  188
And yet methinks I see it in thy face,
What thou should’st be. The occasion speaks thee; and
My strong imagination sees a crown
Dropping upon thy head.  192
  Seb.        What! art thou waking?
  Ant.  Do you not hear me speak?
  Seb.        I do; and surely,
It is a sleepy language, and thou speak’st  196
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.  200
  Ant.        Noble Sebastian,
Thou let’st thy fortune sleep—die rather; wink’st
Whiles thou art waking.
  Seb.        Thou dost snore distinctly:  204
There’s meaning in thy snores.
  Ant.  I am more serious than my custom: you
Must be so too, if heed me; which to do
Trebles thee o’er.  208
  Seb.        Well; I am standing water.
  Ant.  I’ll teach you how to flow.
  Seb.        Do so: to ebb,
Hereditary sloth instructs me.  212
  Ant.        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,  216
Most often do so near the bottom run
By their own fear or sloth.
  Seb.        Prithee, say on:
The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim  220
A matter from thee, and a birth indeed
Which throes thee much to yield.
  Ant.        Thus, sir:
Although this lord of weak remembrance, this  224
Who shall be of as little memory
When he is earth’d, hath here almost persuaded,—
For he’s a spirit of persuasion, only
Professes to persuade,—the king, his son’s alive,  228
’Tis as impossible that he’s undrown’d
As he that sleeps here swims.
  Seb.        I have no hope
That he’s undrown’d.  232
  Ant.  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,  236
But doubts discovery there. Will you grant with me
That Ferdinand is drown’d?
  Seb.  He’s gone.
  Ant.  Then tell me  240
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  244
Can have no note, unless the sun were post—
The man i’ th’ 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,  248
And by that destiny 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?  252
’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  256
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  260
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  264
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.  268
  Ant.        And how does your content
Tender your own good fortune?
  Seb.        I remember
You did supplant your brother Prospero.  272
  Ant.        True:
And look how well my garments sit upon me;
Much feather than before; my brother’s servants
Were then my fellows; now they are my men.  276
  Seb.  But, for your conscience,—
  Ant.  Ay, sir; where lies that? if it were a kibe,
’Twould put me to my slipper; but I feel not
This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,  280
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;  284
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  288
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.  292
  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,  296
And I the king shall love thee.
  Ant.        Draw together;
And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.  300
  Seb.  O! but one word.  [They converse apart.
  

Music. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible.
  Ari.  My master through his art foresees the danger
That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth—  304
For else his project dies—to keep thee living.  [Sings in GONZALO’S ear.
           While you here do snoring lie,
Open-ey’d Conspiracy
    His time doth take.
If of life you keep a care,
Shake off slumber, and beware:
    Awake! awake!
  Ant.  Then let us both be sudden.
  Gon.        Now, good angels
Preserve the king!  [They wake.  308
  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,  312
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.
  Alon.  I heard nothing.  316
  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?  320
  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,  324
That’s verily. ’Tis best we 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 search
For my poor son.  328
  Gon.  Heavens keep him from these beasts!
For he is, sure, i’ the island.
  Alon.  Lead away.  [Exit with the others.
  Ari.  Prospero my lord shall know what I have done:  332
So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.  [Exit.

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