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ACT II SCENE I Another part of the island. 
GONZALOBeseech 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 merchant5
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.
ALONSOPrithee, peace.10
SEBASTIANHe receives comfort like cold porridge.
ANTONIOThe visitor will not give him o'er so.
SEBASTIANLook he's winding up the watch of his wit;
by and by it will strike.
GONZALOWhen every grief is entertain'd that's offer'd,
Comes to the entertainer--
GONZALODolour comes to him, indeed: you20
have spoken truer than you purposed.
SEBASTIANYou have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.
GONZALOTherefore, my lord,--
ANTONIOFie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!
ALONSOI prithee, spare.25
GONZALOWell, I have done: but yet,--
SEBASTIANHe will be talking.
ANTONIOWhich, of he or Adrian, for a good
wager, first begins to crow?
SEBASTIANThe old cock.30
ANTONIOThe cockerel.
SEBASTIANDone. The wager?
ANTONIOA laughter.
ADRIANThough this island seem to be desert,--35
SEBASTIANHa, ha, ha! So, you're paid.
ADRIANUninhabitable and almost inaccessible,--
ANTONIOHe could not miss't.40
ADRIANIt must needs be of subtle, tender and delicate
ANTONIOTemperance was a delicate wench.
SEBASTIANAy, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered.
ADRIANThe air breathes upon us here most sweetly.45
SEBASTIANAs if it had lungs and rotten ones.
ANTONIOOr as 'twere perfumed by a fen.
GONZALOHere is everything advantageous to life.
ANTONIOTrue; save means to live.
SEBASTIANOf that there's none, or little.50
GONZALOHow lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
ANTONIOThe ground indeed is tawny.
SEBASTIANWith an eye of green in't.
ANTONIOHe misses not much.
SEBASTIANNo; he doth but mistake the truth totally.55
GONZALOBut the rarity of it is,--which is indeed almost
beyond credit,--
SEBASTIANAs many vouched rarities are.
GONZALOThat our garments, being, as they were, drenched in
the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and60
glosses, being rather new-dyed than stained with
salt water.
ANTONIOIf but one of his pockets could speak, would it not
say he lies?
SEBASTIANAy, or very falsely pocket up his report65
GONZALOMethinks 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.
ADRIANTunis was never graced before with such a paragon to70
their queen.
GONZALONot since widow Dido's time.
ANTONIOWidow! a pox o' that! How came that widow in?
widow Dido!
SEBASTIANWhat 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.
GONZALOThis Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
GONZALOI assure you, Carthage.
SEBASTIANHis word is more than the miraculous harp; he hath
raised the wall and houses too.
ANTONIOWhat impossible matter will he make easy next?
SEBASTIANI think he will carry this island home in his pocket85
and give it his son for an apple.
ANTONIOAnd, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring
forth more islands.
ANTONIOWhy, in good time.90
GONZALOSir, 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.
ANTONIOAnd the rarest that e'er came there.
SEBASTIANBate, I beseech you, widow Dido.95
ANTONIOO, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido.
GONZALOIs not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I
wore it? I mean, in a sort.
ANTONIOThat sort was well fished for.
GONZALOWhen I wore it at your daughter's marriage?100
ALONSOYou 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 removed105
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?
FRANCISCOSir, 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 stroke115
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.
ALONSONo, no, he's gone.
SEBASTIANSir, 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.
ALONSOPrithee, peace.125
SEBASTIANYou 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
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.
ALONSOSo is the dear'st o' the loss.135
GONZALOMy 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.
SEBASTIANVery well.140
ANTONIOAnd most chirurgeonly.
GONZALOIt is foul weather in us all, good sir,
When you are cloudy.
SEBASTIANFoul weather?
ANTONIOVery foul.145
GONZALOHad I plantation of this isle, my lord,--
ANTONIOHe'ld sow't with nettle-seed.
SEBASTIANOr docks, or mallows.
GONZALOAnd were the king on't, what would I do?
SEBASTIAN'Scape being drunk for want of wine.150
GONZALOI' 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
SEBASTIANYet he would be king on't.
ANTONIOThe latter end of his commonwealth forgets the
GONZALOAll 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.
SEBASTIANNo marrying 'mong his subjects?170
ANTONIONone, man; all idle: whores and knaves.
GONZALOI would with such perfection govern, sir,
To excel the golden age.
SEBASTIANGod save his majesty!
ANTONIOLong live Gonzalo!175
GONZALOAnd,--do you mark me, sir?
ALONSOPrithee, no more: thou dost talk nothing to me.
GONZALOI do well believe your highness; and
did it to minister occasion to these gentlemen,
who are of such sensible and nimble lungs that180
they always use to laugh at nothing.
ANTONIO'Twas you we laughed at.
GONZALOWho in this kind of merry fooling am nothing
to you: so you may continue and laugh at
nothing still.185
ANTONIOWhat a blow was there given!
SEBASTIANAn it had not fallen flat-long.
GONZALOYou 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]
SEBASTIANWe would so, and then go a bat-fowling.
ANTONIONay, good my lord, be not angry.
GONZALONo, I warrant you; I will not adventure
my discretion so weakly. Will you laugh
me asleep, for I am very heavy?195
ANTONIOGo sleep, and hear us.
[All sleep except ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, and ANTONIO]
ALONSOWhat, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes
Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find
They are inclined to do so.
SEBASTIANPlease you, sir,200
Do not omit the heavy offer of it:
It seldom visits sorrow; when it doth,
It is a comforter.
ANTONIOWe two, my lord,
Will guard your person while you take your rest,205
And watch your safety.
ALONSOThank you. Wondrous heavy.
[ALONSO sleeps. Exit ARIEL]
SEBASTIANWhat a strange drowsiness possesses them!
ANTONIOIt is the quality o' the climate.
Doth it not then our eyelids sink? I find not
Myself disposed to sleep.
ANTONIONor 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
SEBASTIANWhat, art thou waking?
ANTONIODo you not hear me speak?
SEBASTIANI 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.
ANTONIONoble Sebastian,
Thou let'st thy fortune sleep--die, rather; wink'st230
Whiles thou art waking.
SEBASTIANThou dost snore distinctly;
There's meaning in thy snores.
ANTONIOI am more serious than my custom: you
Must be so too, if heed me; which to do235
Trebles thee o'er.
SEBASTIANWell, I am standing water.
ANTONIOI'll teach you how to flow.
SEBASTIANDo so: to ebb
Hereditary sloth instructs me.240
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 run245
By their own fear or sloth.
SEBASTIANPrithee, 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
ANTONIOThus, 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, only255
Professes to persuade,--the king his son's alive,
'Tis as impossible that he's undrown'd
And he that sleeps here swims.
SEBASTIANI have no hope
That he's undrown'd.260
ANTONIOO, 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 me265
That Ferdinand is drown'd?
ANTONIOThen, tell me,
Who's the next heir of Naples?
ANTONIOShe 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.
SEBASTIANWhat 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.
ANTONIOA space whose every cubit
Seems to cry out, 'How shall that Claribel285
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 prate290
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
SEBASTIANMethinks I do.
ANTONIOAnd how does your content
Tender your own good fortune?
You did supplant your brother Prospero.300
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.
SEBASTIANBut, for your conscience?305
ANTONIOAy, 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 put315
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
SEBASTIANThy 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
ANTONIODraw together;
And when I rear my hand, do you the like,
To fall it on Gonzalo.
SEBASTIANO, but one word.
[They talk apart]
[Re-enter ARIEL, invisible]
ARIELMy master through his art foresees the danger330
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!
ANTONIOThen let us both be sudden.
GONZALONow, good angels340
Preserve the king.
[They wake]
ALONSOWhy, how now? ho, awake! Why are you drawn?
Wherefore this ghastly looking?
GONZALOWhat's the matter?
SEBASTIANWhiles 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.
ALONSOI heard nothing.
ANTONIOO, '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.
ALONSOHeard you this, Gonzalo?
GONZALOUpon 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.
ALONSOLead off this ground; and let's make further search360
For my poor son.
GONZALOHeavens keep him from these beasts!
For he is, sure, i' the island.
ALONSOLead away.
ARIELProspero my lord shall know what I have done:365
So, king, go safely on to seek thy son.

The Tempest, Act 2, Scene 2


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