The Tempest: Act 2, Scene 1
Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO,
GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.
1 Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause,
2 So have we all, of joy; for our escape
3 Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe
4 Is common; every day some sailor's wife,
5 The masters of some merchant and the merchant
6 Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle,
7 I mean our preservation, few in millions
8 Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
9 Our sorrow with our comfort.
9 Prithee, peace.
10 He receives comfort like cold porridge.
11 The visitor will not give him o'er so.
12 Look he's winding up the watch of his wit;
13 by and by it will strike.
15 One: tell.
16 When every grief is entertain'd that's offer'd,
17 Comes to the entertainer
18 A dollar.
19 Dolour comes to him, indeed: you
20 have spoken truer than you purposed.
21 You have taken it wiselier than I meant you
23 Therefore, my lord,
24 Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!
25 I prithee, spare.
26 Well, I have done: but yet,
27 He will be talking.
28 Which, of he or Adrian, for a good
29 wager, first begins to crow?
30 The old cock.
31 The cockerel.
32 Done. The wager?
33 A laughter.
34 A match!
35 Though this island seem to be desert,
36 Ha, ha, ha!
37 So, you're paid.
38 Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible,
41 He could not miss't.
42 It must needs be of subtle, tender and delicate
44 Temperance was a delicate wench.
45 Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly
47 The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.
48 As if it had lungs and rotten ones.
49 Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen.
50 Here is everything advantageous to life.
51 True; save means to live.
52 Of that there's none, or little.
53 How lush and lusty the grass looks! how
55 The ground indeed is tawny.
56 With an eye of green in't.
57 He misses not much.
58 No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.
59 But the rarity of it is,which is indeed almost
60 beyond credit,
61 As many vouched rarities are.
62 That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in
63 the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and
64 glosses, being rather new-dyed than stained with
65 salt water.
66 If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not
67 say he lies?
68 Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report
69 Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when we
70 put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of
71 the king's fair daughter Claribel to the King of
73 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well
74 in our return.
75 Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to
76 their queen.
77 Not since widow Dido's time.
78 Widow! a pox o' that! How came that widow in?
79 widow Dido!
80 What if he had said 'widower AEneas' too? Good Lord,
81 how you take it!
82 'Widow Dido' said you? you make me study of that:
83 she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
84 This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
86 I assure you, Carthage.
87 His word is more than the miraculous harp; he hath
88 raised the wall and houses too.
89 What impossible matter will he make easy
91 I think he will carry this island home in his pocket
92 and give it his son for an apple.
93 And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring
94 forth more islands.
96 Why, in good time.
97 Sir, we were talking that our garments seem now
98 as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage
99 of your daughter, who is now queen.
100 And the rarest that e'er came there.
101 Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
102 O, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido.
103 Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I
104 wore it? I mean, in a sort.
105 That sort was well fished for.
106 When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?
107 You cram these words into mine ears against
108 The stomach of my sense. Would I had never
109 Married my daughter there! for, coming thence,
110 My son is lost and, in my rate, she too,
111 Who is so far from Italy removed
112 I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir
113 Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
114 Hath made his meal on thee?
114 Sir, he may live:
115 I saw him beat the surges under him,
116 And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
117 Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted
118 The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head
119 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
120 Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke
121 To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd,
122 As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt
123 He came alive to land.
123 No, no, he's gone.
124 Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss,
125 That would not bless our Europe with your daughter,
126 But rather lose her to an African;
127 Where she at least is banish'd from your eye,
128 Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
128 Prithee, peace.
129 You were kneel'd to and importuned otherwise
130 By all of us, and the fair soul herself
131 Weigh'd between loathness and obedience, at
132 Which end o' the beam should bow. We have lost your son
133 I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have
134 More widows in them of this business' making
135 Than we bring men to comfort them:
136 The fault's your own.
136 So is the dear'st o' the loss.
137 My lord Sebastian,
138 The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness
139 And time to speak it in: you rub the sore,
140 When you should bring the plaster.
140 Very well.
141 And most chirurgeonly.
142 It is foul weather in us all, good sir,
143 When you are cloudy.
143 Foul weather?
143 Very foul.
144 Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,
145 He'ld sow't with nettle-seed.
145 Or docks, or mallows.
146 And were the king on't, what would I do?
147 'Scape being drunk for want of wine.
148 I' the commonwealth I would by contraries
149 Execute all things; for no kind of traffic
150 Would I admit; no name of magistrate;
151 Letters should not be known; riches, poverty,
152 And use of service, none; contract, succession,
153 Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;
154 No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;
155 No occupation; all men idle, all;
156 And women too, but innocent and pure;
157 No sovereignty;
157 Yet he would be king on't.
158 The latter end of his commonwealth forgets the
160 All things in common nature should produce
161 Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony,
162 Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine,
163 Would I not have; but nature should bring forth,
164 Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance,
165 To feed my innocent people.
166 No marrying 'mong his subjects?
167 None, man; all idle: whores and knaves.
168 I would with such perfection govern, sir,
169 To excel the golden age.
169 God save his majesty!
170 Long live Gonzalo!
170 And,do you mark me, sir?
171 Prithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.
172 I do well believe your highness; and
173 did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen,
174 who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that
175 they always use to laugh at nothing.
176 'Twas you we laughed at.
177 Who in this kind of merry fooling am nothing
178 to you: so you may continue and laugh at
179 nothing still.
180 What a blow was there given!
181 An it had not fallen flat-long.
182 You are gentlemen of brave metal; you would lift
183 the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue
184 in it five weeks without changing.
Enter ARIEL, [invisible], playing solemn music.
185 We would so, and then go a bat-fowling.
186 Nay, good my lord, be not angry.
187 No, I warrant you; I will not adventure
188 my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh
189 me asleep, for I am very heavy?
190 Go sleep, and hear us.
[All sleep except Alonso, Sebastian, and Antonio.]
191 What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
192 Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find
193 They are inclined to do so.
193 Please you, sir,
194 Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
195 It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
196 It is a comforter.
196 We two, my lord,
197 Will guard your person while you take your rest,
198 And watch your safety.
198 Thank you. Wondrous heavy.
[Alonso sleeps. Exit Ariel.]
199 What a strange drowsiness possesses them!
200 It is the quality o' the climate.
201 Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not
202 Myself disposed to sleep.
202 Nor I; my spirits are nimble.
203 They fell together all, as by consent;
204 They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might,
205 Worthy Sebastian? O, what might?No more:
206 And yet me thinks I see it in thy face,
207 What thou shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee, and
208 My strong imagination sees a crown
209 Dropping upon thy head.
209 What, art thou waking?
210 Do you not hear me speak?
210 I do; and surely
211 It is a sleepy language and thou speak'st
212 Out of thy sleep. What is it thou didst say?
213 This is a strange repose, to be asleep
214 With eyes wide open; standing, speaking, moving,
215 And yet so fast asleep.
215 Noble Sebastian,
216 Thou let'st thy fortune sleepdie, rather; wink'st
217 Whiles thou art waking.
217 Thou dost snore distinctly;
218 There's meaning in thy snores.
219 I am more serious than my custom: you
220 Must be so too, if heed me; which to do
221 Trebles thee o'er.
221 Well, I am standing water.
222 I'll teach you how to flow.
222 Do so: to ebb
223 Hereditary sloth instructs me.
224 If you but knew how you the purpose cherish
225 Whiles thus you mock it! how, in stripping it,
226 You more invest it! Ebbing men, indeed,
227 Most often do so near the bottom run
228 By their own fear or sloth.
228 Prithee, say on:
229 The setting of thine eye and cheek proclaim
230 A matter from thee, and a birth indeed
231 Which throes thee much to yield.
231 Thus, sir:
232 Although this lord of weak remembrance, this,
233 Who shall be of as little memory
234 When he is earth'd, hath here almost persuade,
235 For he's a spirit of persuasion, only
236 Professes to persuade,the king his son's alive,
237 'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd
238 As he that sleeps here swims.
238 I have no hope
239 That he's undrown'd.
239 O, out of that 'no hope'
240 What great hope have you! no hope that way is
241 Another way so high a hope that even
242 Ambition cannot pierce a wink beyond,
243 But doubt discovery there. Will you grant with me
244 That Ferdinand is drown'd?
244 He's gone.
244 Then, tell me,
245 Who's the next heir of Naples?
246 She that is queen of Tunis; she that dwells
247 Ten leagues beyond man's life; she that from Naples
248 Can have no note, unless the sun were post
249 The man i' the moon's too slowtill new-born chins
250 Be rough and razorable; she thatfrom whom?
251 We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast again,
252 And by that destiny to perform an act
253 Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come
254 In yours and my discharge.
254 What stuff is this! how say you?
255 'Tis true, my brother's daughter's queen of Tunis;
256 So is she heir of Naples; 'twixt which regions
257 There is some space.
257 A space whose every cubit
258 Seems to cry out, 'How shall that Claribel
259 Measure us back to Naples? Keep in Tunis,
260 And let Sebastian wake.' Say, this were death
261 That now hath seized them; why, they were no worse
262 Than now they are. There be that can rule Naples
263 As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate
264 As amply and unnecessarily
265 As this Gonzalo; I myself could make
266 A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore
267 The mind that I do! what a sleep were this
268 For your advancement! Do you understand me?
269 Methinks I do.
269 And how does your content
270 Tender your own good fortune?
270 I remember
271 You did supplant your brother Prospero.
272 And look how well my garments sit upon me;
273 Much feater than before: my brother's servants
274 Were then my fellows; now they are my men.
275 But, for your conscience?
276 Ay, sir; where lies that? if 'twere a kibe,
277 'Twould put me to my slipper: but I feel not
278 This deity in my bosom: twenty consciences,
279 That stand 'twixt me and Milan, candied be they
280 And melt ere they molest! Here lies your brother,
281 No better than the earth he lies upon,
282 If he were that which now he's like, that's dead;
283 Whom I, with this obedient steel, three inches of it,
284 Can lay to bed for ever; whiles you, doing thus,
285 To the perpetual wink for aye might put
286 This ancient morsel, this Sir Prudence, who
287 Should not upbraid our course. For all the rest,
288 They'll take suggestion as a cat laps milk;
289 They'll tell the clock to any business that
290 We say befits the hour.
290 Thy case, dear friend,
291 Shall be my precedent; as thou got'st Milan,
292 I'll come by Naples. Draw thy sword: one stroke
293 Shall free thee from the tribute which thou payest;
294 And I the king shall love thee.
294 Draw together;
295 And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
296 To fall it on Gonzalo.
296 O, but one word.
[They talk apart.]
Enter ARIEL [invisible], with music and song.
297 My master through his art foresees the danger
298 That you, his friend, are in; and sends me forth
299 For else his project diesto keep them living.
Sings in Gonzalo's ear.
300 While you here do snoring lie,
301 Open-eyed conspiracy
302 His time doth take.
303 If of life you keep a care,
304 Shake off slumber, and beware:
305 Awake, awake!
306 Then let us both be sudden.
306 Now, good angels
307 Preserve the king.
308 Why, how now? ho, awake! Why are you drawn?
309 Wherefore this ghastly looking?
309 What's the matter?
310 Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
311 Even now, we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
312 Like bulls, or rather lions: did't not wake you?
313 It struck mine ear most terribly.
313 I heard nothing.
314 O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear,
315 To make an earthquake! sure, it was the roar
316 Of a whole herd of lions.
316 Heard you this, Gonzalo?
317 Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a humming,
318 And that a strange one too, which did awake me:
319 I shaked you, sir, and cried: as mine eyes open'd,
320 I saw their weapons drawn: there was a noise,
321 That's verily. 'Tis best we stand upon our guard,
322 Or that we quit this place; let's draw our weapons.
323 Lead off this ground; and let's make further search
324 For my poor son.
324 Heavens keep him from these beasts!
325 For he is, sure, i' the island.
325 Lead away.
326 Prospero my lord shall know what I have done:
327 So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.