The Tempest Page #6

As I told thee before

I am subject to a tyrant, a sorceress

that by her cunning hath cheated

me of the island

Thou liest

Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou

I do not lie

Trinculo, if you trouble him any

more in's tale by this hand

I will supplant some of your teeth

Why, I said nothing

Mum, then, and no more

Proceed

I say, by sorcery she got this isle

from me she got it

If thy greatness will revenge it on her

thou shalt be lord of it

and I'll serve thee

How now shall this be compassed?

Canst thou bring me to the party?

Yea, yea, my lord!

I'll yield her thee asleep, where thou

mayst knock a nail into her head

Thou liest:
Thou canst not

What a pied ninny's this!

Thou scurvy patch!

I do beseech thy greatness, give him

blows and take his bottle from him

Why, what did I? I did nothing

I'll go farther off

Didst thou not just say he lied?

Thou liest

Do I so? Take thou that. As you like

this, give me the lie another time

Why? I did not give the lie

Out o' your wits and bearing too?

A pox o' your bottle!

And the devil take your fingers!

Now...

forward with your tale

- Prithee

- Stand farther off

Come, proceed

Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with

her, I' th'late afternoon to sleep

there thou mayst brain her

having first seized her books

or with a log batter her skull

or paunch her with a stake

or cut her wezand with thy knife

But remember first

to possess her books

for without them she's but a sot,

as I am

nor hath not one spirit to command

they all do hate her as rootedly as I

Burn but her books

And that most deeply to consider

is the beauty of her daughter

Of women I've seen but these

and Sycorax my dam

But she as far surpasseth Sycorax

as great'st does least

Is it so brave a lass?

Ay, lord

she will become thy bed, I warrant

And bring thee forth brave brood

Monster, I will kill this witch

her daughter and I will be King

and Queen

and Trinculo and thyself shall be

viceroys

Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo?

Excellent

Give me thy hand

I am sorry I beat thee

Within this half hour will she be asleep

Wilt thou destroy her then?

Ay, on mine honour

This will I tell my master

Thou makest me merry

I am full of pleasure

Come on, Trinculo, let us sing

Flout 'em and scout 'em

and scout 'em and flout 'em

Thought is free! Grog 'em then flog 'em

and flog 'em and grog 'em

Thought is free

Nab 'em and stab 'em,

stab 'em and nab 'em

Thought is free

Bag 'em and hang 'em,

hang 'em and bag 'em

Thought is free

Play 'em and flay 'em, flay 'em

and play 'em. Thought is free

What is this same?

If thou beest a man, show thyself

O, forgive me my sins!

Mercy upon us!

Art thou afeard?

No, monster, not I

Be not afeard:
The isle is full of noises

sounds and sweet airs, that give

delight and hurt not

Sometimes a thousand twangling

instruments will hum about mine ears

and sometime voices that, if I

then had waked after long sleep

will make me sleep again

and then, in dreaming,

the clouds methought would open

and show riches ready to drop

upon me that, when I waked

I cried to dream again

This will prove a brave kingdom to me,

where I shall have my music for nothing

When Prospera is destroyed

By'r Lakin

I can go no further, sir

I needs must rest me

Old lord, I cannot blame thee, who

am myself attach'd with weariness

Sit down, and rest

He is drown'd whom thus

we stray to find

and the sea mocks our frustrate

search on land

Well, let him go

I am right glad

that he's so out of hope

The next advantage will we take

thoroughly

Let it be tonight

What harmony is this?

My good friends, hark!

Marvellous sweet music!

Give us kind keepers, heavens!

A living drollery

Now I will believe

that there are unicorns

If in Naples, I should report this

now, would they believe me?

We have stomachs

Will't please you taste of what is here?

Faith, sir, you need not fear

I will stand to and feed

although my last, no matter

since I feel the best is past

You are three men of sin!

Whom destiny hath caused

to belch up you

and on this island where man doth

not inhabit

you 'mongst men being

most unfit to live

I have made you mad

You fools! I and my fellows

are ministers of fate

the elements

of whom your swords are temper'd may

as well wound the loud winds

as diminish one dowle

that's in my plume

But remember

for that's my business to you

that you three from Milan did

supplant good Prospera

her and her innocent child

for which foul deed the powers,

delaying, not forgetting

have incensed the seas and shores

yea, all the creatures,

against your peace

Thee of thy son, Alonso,

they have bereft

and do pronounce

by me lingering perdition

shall step by step attend you

and your ways

Bravely the figure of this harpy

hast thou perform'd, my Ariel

My high charms work

and these mine enemies are all

knit up in their distractions

they now are in my pow'r

I' the name of something holy, sir

why stand you in this strange stare?

O, it is monstrous, monstrous!

Methought the billows spoke

and told me of it

the winds did sing it to me

and the thunder

that deep and dreadful organ pipe

pronounced the name of Prospera

it did bass my trespass

Therefore my son i' th' ooze is bedded

and I'll seek him deeper than e'er

plummet sounded

and with him there lie mudded

But one fiend at a time,

I'll fight their legions o'er

I'll be thy second

All three of them are desperate

their great guilt, like poison

given to work a great time after

now 'gins to bite the spirits

I shall follow them swiftly

and hinder them

from what this ecstasy may

now provoke them to

If I have too austerely punish'd you,

your compensation makes amends

for I have given you here a third

of mine own life

or that for which I live

all thy vexations were but

my trials of thy love

and thou hast strangely stood the test

O Ferdinand, do not smile at me

that I boast of her

for thou shalt find she will outstrip all

praise and make it halt behind her

I do believe it against an oracle

Then, as my gift and thine own

acquisition worthily purchased

take my daughter

But If thou dost break her virgin-knot

before all sanctimonious ceremonies

no sweet aspersion shall the heavens

let fall to make this contract grow

As I hope for quiet days,

fair issue and long life

the strongest temptation shall

never melt mine honour into lust

Fairly spoke

Sit then and talk with her

she is thine own

Monster, your fairy

which you say is a harmless fairy

has done little better than played

the Jack with us

Monster, I do smell all horse-piss, at

which my nose is in great indignation

So is mine. Do you hear, monster?

Good my lord, give me thy favour still

Ay, but to lose our bottles

in the pool

There is not only disgrace

and dishonour in that, monster

but an infinite loss

That's more to me than my wetting. Yet

all this is your harmless fairy, monster

What, Ariel!

My industrious servant

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