And seem'd to ask him sops as he was drinking. ACT IV. THE MIND ALONE VALUABLE. FOR 'tis the mind that makes the body rich; Because his painted skin contents the eye? ACT V. THE WIFE'S DUTY TO HER HUSBAND. FIE, fie! unknit that threatening unkind brow; A woman mov'd, is like a fountain troubled, * H* While thou liest warm at home, secure and safe; What is she, but a foul contending rebel, When they are bound to serve, love, and obey. But that our soft conditions* and our hearts, Tempest. АСТ І. AN USURPING SUBSTITUTE COMPARED TO JOY. THAT now he was The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, ARIEL'S DESCRIPTION OF MANAGING THE STORM. * Gentle tempers. And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and cracks Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake. Not a soul, But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair,) Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, And all the devils are here. PROSPERO REPROVING ARIEL. Thou dost; and think'st It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; CALIBAN'S CURSES. Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er! Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins* As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more stinging Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, *Fairies. And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and for- Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! [tile; Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me CALIBAN'S EXULTATION AFTER PROSPERO TELLS HIM HE SOUGHT TO VIOLATE THE HONOUR OF HIS CHILD. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. MUSIC. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth? It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air. ARIEL'S SONG. Full fathom five thy father lies; Into something rich and strange. Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. A LOVER'S SPEECH. My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth Let liberty make use of; space enough Have I in such a prison. ACT II. DESCRIPTION OF FERDINAND'S SWIMMING ASHORE. I SAW him beat the surges under him, SLEEP. Do not omit the heavy offer of it: A FINE APOSIOPESIS. 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 shouldst be: the occasion speaks thee: and CALIBAN'S CURSES. All the infections that the sun sucks up Out of my way, unless he bid them; but *and chatter at me,` * Make mouths. |