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The Tempest Page #5
I am your wife, if you will marry me
If not, I'll die your maid
To be your fellow you may deny me
but I'll be your servant whether
you will or no
My mistress, dearest
And I thus humble ever
My husband, then?
Ay, with a heart as willing as
bondage e'er of freedom
- Here's my hand
- And mine
with my heart in't
and now farewell
Till half an hour hence
A thousand thousand!
Had I plantation of this isle,
my lord and were the king on't
what would I do?
'Scape being drunk for want of wine
No occupation:
All men idle,all and women too
but innocent and pure: No sovereignty
Yet he would be king on't
The latter end of his common
wealth forgets the beginning
Nature...
Nature, without sweat or endeavour
would bring forth, of its own kind
all foison, all abundance
to feed my innocent people
- No marrying 'mong his subjects?
- None, man, all idle
whores and knaves
I would with such perfection govern,
sir, t'excel the Golden Age
- God save his majesty!
- Long live Gonzalo!
And, do you mark me, sir?
Prithee, no more
Thou dost talk nothing to me
I do well believe your Majesty
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
'Twas you we laughed at
Who in this kind of merry fooling am
nothing to you so you may continue
What a blow was there given!
Nay, good my lord, be not angry
No, I warrant you: I will not
adventure my discretion so weakly
Will you laugh me asleep?
I am very heavy
Go sleep, and hear us
What, so soon asleep?
I wish mine eyes would, with
themselves, shut up my thoughts
I find they are inclined to do so
Do not omit the heavy offer of it
when it doth, it is a comforter
We two, my lord, will guard your person
while you take your rest
and watch your safety
Thank you! Wondrous heavy
What a strange drowsiness
possesses them!
It is the quality o' th' climate
Why doth it not then our eyelids sink?
- I find not myself disposed to sleep
- Nor I my spirits are nimble
They fell together, 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
and my strong imagination sees
a crown dropping upon thy head
What? Art thou waking?
Do you not hear me speak?
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
Noble Sebastian, thou let'st
thy fortune sleep, die, rather
wink'st whiles thou art waking
Thou dost snore distinctly
there's meaning in thy snores
I am more serious than my custom
You must be so too, if heed me
which to do trebles thee o'er
Well, I am standing water
I'll teach you how to flow
Do so. To ebb hereditary
sloth instructs me
Thus, sir
Although this lord hath here almost
persuaded the king his son's alive
'tis as impossible that he's undrown'd
as he that sleeps here swims
I have no hope that he's undrown'd
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 but doubt discovery there
Will you grant with me
that Ferdinand is drown'd?
- He's gone
- Then, tell me
Who's the next heir of Naples?
- Claribel
- She that is Queen of Tunis
she that dwells ten leagues
beyond man's life
she that from whom 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
What stuff is this? How say you?
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
O, that you bore the mind that I do!
What a sleep were this for your
advancement! Do you understand me?
Methinks I do
And how does your content tender
your own good fortune?
I remember you did supplant
your sister Prospera
True. And look how well my
garments sit upon me
My sister's servants
were then my fellows
now they are my men
- But, for your conscience
- Ay, sir:
Where lies that?Twenty consciences, 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
Whom I, with this obedient steel three
inches of it can lay to bed forever
whiles you, doing thus,
to this ancient morsel
this Sir prudence
who should not upbraid our course
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 payest
and I the King shall love thee
Draw together, and when I rear my
hand, do you the like
to fall it on Gonzalo
While you here do snoring lie
open-eyed conspiracy
his time doth take
If of life you keep a care
shake off slumber and beware
Awake! Awake!
Why?
Why are you drawn?
Wherefore this ghastly looking?
What's the matter?
Whiles we stood here securing
your repose even now
of bellowing like bulls
or rather lions
Did't not wake you?
It struck mine ear most terribly
- I heard nothing
- O, 'twas a din to fright a monster's ear
to make an earthquake!
Heard you this, Gonzalo?
Upon mine honour, sir, I heard a
As mine eyes open'd,
'Tis best we stand upon our guard,
or that we quit this place
Let's draw our weapons
Lead off this ground
and let's make further search
for my poor son
Lead away
Now Prospera shall
know what I have done
So, King, go safely on to seek thy son
You're blind drunk!
Tell not me! When the butt is out, we will
drink water:
Not a drop beforeTherefore bear up, and board 'em
Servant-monster, drink to me
Servant monster?
The folly of this island!
They say there's but five upon
this isle; we are three of them
If th' other two be brained like
us, the state totters
Mooncalf, speak once in thy life,
if thou beest a good mooncalf
How does thy honour?
Let me lick thy shoe
I'll not serve him
he's not valiant
Thou liest, most ignorant monster
Why, thou deboshed fish thou
Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but
half a fish and half a monster?
Lo, how he mocks me!
Wilt thou let him, my lord?
Lord quoth he! That a monster
should be such a natural!
Lo, lo, again! Bite him
to death, I prithee
Trinculo, keep a good
tongue in your head
If you prove a mutineer... the next tree!
The poor monster's my subject
and he shall not suffer indignity
Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once
again to the suit I made to thee?
Marry, will I. Kneel and repeat it
I will stand, and so shall Trinculo
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