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,
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.

Ant.
We two, my lord,
Will guard your person, while you take your rest,
And watch your safety.

Alon.
Thank you: Wond'rous heavy.— [Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel.

Seb.
What a strange drowsiness possesses them!

Ant.
It is the quality o' the climate.

Seb.
Why
Doth it not then our eye-lids sink? I find not
Myself dispos'd to sleep.

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:—
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.

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
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.

Ant.
Noble Sebastian,
Thou let'st thy fortune sleep—die rather; wink'st
Whiles thou art waking.

Seb.
Thou dost snore distinctly;
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'er⁸y ^note

Seb.
Well; I am standing water.

Ant.
I'll teach you how to flow.

Seb.
Do so: to ebb,
Hereditary sloth instructs me.

Ant.
O,
If you but knew, how you the purpose cherish,
Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,

You more invest it^{9 note}

! Ebbing men, indeed,
Most often do so near the bottom run,
By their own fear, or sloth.

Seb.
Pr'ythee, say on:
The setting of thine eye, and cheek, proclaim
A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
Which throes thee much to yield.

Ant.
Thus, sir:
Although this lord of weak remembrance^{1 note}, this
(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;
'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd,
As he that sleeps here, swims^{2 note}

Seb.
I have no hope
That he's undrown'd.

Ant.
O, out of that no hope,
What great hope have you! no hope, that way, is
Another way so high an hope, that even
Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond^{3 note}

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^{4 note}; she that from Naples

Can have no note^{5 note}

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^{1 note}

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^{3 note}

This ancient morsel^{7 note}

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.
Draw together:
And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.

Seb.
O, but one word. [They converse apart. Musick. Re-enter Ariel, invisible.

Ari.
My master through his art foresees the danger
That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth,
(For else his project dies,) to keep them living^{9 note}

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.

Alon.
Why, how now, ho! awake! Why are you drawn^{1 note}
?
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: 'Tis best we stand upon our guard^{2 note}

Alon.
Lead off this ground; and let's make further search
For my poor son.

Gon.
Heavens keep him from these beasts!
For he is, sure, i' the island.

Alon.
Lead away.

Ari.
Prospero, my lord, shall know what I have done: [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,
Fright me 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^{3 note}

All wound with adders^{5 note}, 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; I hear it sing i' the wind: yond' same black cloud, yond' huge one, looks like a foul bumbard^{6 note}

Enter Stephano, singing; a bottle in his hand.
Ste.
I shall no more to sea, to sea,
  Here shall I dye 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 a sailor, Go, hang:
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: O!

Ste.

What's the matter? Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us with savages^{4 note}
, and men of Inde? Ha! I have not 'scap'd 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: 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's-leather.

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^{5 note}: if I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much^{6 note}

Cal.

Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling^{7 note}
: now Prosper works upon thee.

Ste.

Come on your ways; open your mouth; here is that which will give language to you, cat^{8 note}; 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^{9 note} now is to speak well of his friend: his backward voice is to utter foul speeches, and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague: Come,—Amen^{1 note}! 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^{2 note}

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: if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo, indeed:

How cam'st thou to be the siege of this moon-calf^{3 note}

Trin.

I took him to be killed with a thunderstroke: —But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now, 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 constant.

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 a-shore.

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^{4 note}

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, moon-calf? how does thine ague?

Cal.

Hast thou not dropped from heaven^{5 note}?

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 shewed me thee, and thy dog, and thy bush^{6 note}

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:—I afeard of him?—a very weak monster^{7 note}: —The man i' 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 I will kiss thy foot: I pr'ythee, be my god^{9 note}

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 puppy-headed 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,
Thou 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 thee pig-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^{1 note}

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.