Gary Taylor, John Jowett, Terri Bourus, and Gabriel Egan (eds), The New Oxford Shakespeare: Critical Reference Edition, Vol. 2
2.1Actus Secundus. Scœna Prima.
Critical ApparatusEnter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, [Francisco.]1
Gonz. Beseech you Sir, be merry; you haue cause,
2(So haue we all) of ioy; for our escape
3Is much beyond our losse; our hint of woe
4Is common, euery day, some Saylors wife,
5The Masters of some Merchant, and the Merchant
6Haue iust our Theame of woe: But for the miracle,
7(I meane our preseruation) few in millions
8Can speake like vs: then wisely (good Sir) weigh
9Our sorrow, with our comfort.
Alons. Prethee peace.10
Seb. He receiues comfort like cold porredge.pg 1546 11
Ant. The Visitor will not giue him ore so.Critical Apparatus12
Seb. Looke, hee's winding vp the watch of his wit, by and by it will 13strike.Critical Apparatus14
Seb. One: Tell.
Gon. When euery greefe is entertaind,
15That's offer'd comes to th'entertainer.16
Seb. A dollor.17
Gon. Dolour comes to him indeed, you haue spoken truer then 18you purpos'd.19
Seb. You haue taken it wiselier then I meant you should.20
Gon. Therefore my Lord.21
Ant. Fie, what a spend-thrift is he of his tongue.22
Alon. I pre-thee spare.23
Gon. Well, I haue done: But yet24
Seb. He will be talking.Critical Apparatus25
Ant. Which, of he, or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow?26
Seb. The old Cocke.27
Ant. The Cockrell.28
Seb. Done: The wager?29
Ant. A Laughter.30
Seb. A match.31
Adr. Though this Island seeme to be desert.Critical Apparatus32
[Ant.] Ha, ha, ha.33
[Seb.] So: you'r paid.34
Adr. Vninhabitable, and almost inaccessible.35
Ant. He could not misse't.38
Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance.39
Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.40
Seb. I, and a subtle, as he most learnedly deliuer'd.41
Adr. The ayre breathes vpon vs here most sweetly.42
Seb. As if it had Lungs, and rotten ones.43
Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a Fen.44
Gon. Heere is euery thing aduantageous to life.45
Ant. True, saue meanes to liue.46
Seb. Of that there's none, or little.Critical Apparatus47
Gon. How lush and lusty the grasse lookes? How greene?48
Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.49
Seb. With an eye of greene in't.50
Ant. He misses not much.51
Seb. No: he doth but mistake the truth totally.Critical Apparatus52
Gon. But the rariety of it is, which is indeed almost 53beyond credit.54
Seb. As many voucht rarieties are.pg 1547 55
Gon. That our Garments being (as they were) drencht Critical Apparatus56in the Sea, hold notwithstanding their freshnesse and [glosse], being 57rather new dy'de then stain'd with salte water.58
Ant. If but one of his pockets could speake, would it 59not say he lyes?60
Seb. I, or very falsely pocket vp his report.A4r Link 61
Gon. Me thinkes our garments are now as fresh as when 62we put them on first in Affricke, at the marriage of the kings faire 63daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis.64
Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our returne.65
Adri. Tunis was neuer grac'd before with such a Paragon to their 66Queene.67
Gon. Not since widdow Dido's time.68
Ant. Widow? A pox o'that: how came that Widdow 69in? Widdow Dido!Critical Apparatus70
Seb. What if he had said Widdower Æneas too? Good Lord, how 71you take it?72
Adri. Widdow Dido said you? You make me study of 73that: She was of Carthage, not of Tunis.74
Gon. This Tunis Sir was Carthage.75
Gon. I assure you Carthage.77
Ant. His word is more then the miraculous Harpe.78
Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.79
Ant. What impossible matter wil he make easy next?80
Seb. I thinke hee will carry this Island home in his pocket, and 81giue it his sonne for an Apple.82
Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the Sea, bring forth more 83Islands.84
Gon. I.Critical Apparatus85
Ant. Why in good time.86
Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seeme now 87as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, 88who is now Queene.89
Ant. And the rarest that ere came there.90
Seb. Bate (I beseech you) widdow Dido.91
Ant. O Widdow Dido? I, Widdow Dido.92
Gon. Is not Sir my doublet as fresh as the first day 93I wore it? I meane in a sort.94
Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.95
Gon. When I wore it at your daughters marriage.Critical Apparatus96
Alon. You cram these words into mine eares, against
97The stomacke of my sense: would I had neuer
98Married my daughter there: For comming thence
99My sonne is lost, and (in my rate) she too,
pg 1548100Who is so farre from Italy remoued,
101I ne're againe shall see her: O thou mine heire
102Of Naples and of Millaine, what strange fish
103Hath made his meale on thee?
Fran. Sir he may liue,
104I saw him beate the surges vnder him,
105And ride vpon their backes; he trod the water
106Whose enmity he flung aside: and brested
107The surge most swolne that met him: his bold head
Critical Apparatus108'Boue the contentious waues he kept and oared
Critical Apparatus109Himselfe with his good armes in lusty stroke
110To th'shore; that ore his waue-worne basis bowed
111As stooping to releeue him: I not doubt
112He came aliue to Land.
Alon. No, no, hee's gone.113
Seb. Sir you may thank your selfe for this great losse,
114That would not blesse our Europe with your daughter,
Critical Apparatus115But rather loose her to an Affrican,
116Where she at least, is banish'd from your eye,
117Who hath cause to wet the greefe on't.
Alon. Pre-thee peace.118
Seb. You were kneel'd too, & importun'd otherwise
119By all of vs: and the faire soule her selfe
Critical Apparatus120Waigh'd betweene loathnesse, and obedience, at
Critical Apparatus121Which end o'th'beame should bow: we haue lost your son,
122I feare for euer: Millaine and Naples haue
Critical Apparatus123Mo widdowes in them of this businesse making,
Critical Apparatus124Then we bring men to comfort them: the faults your owne.125
Alon. So is the deer'st oth'losse.
Gon. My Lord Sebastian,
126The truth you speake doth lacke some gentlenesse,
127And time to speake it in: you rub the sore,
128When you should bring the plaister.129
Seb. Very well.Critical Apparatus130
Ant. And most Chirurgeonly.131
Gon. It is foule weather in vs all, good Sir,
Critical Apparatus132When you are cloudy.
Seb. Fowle weather?
Ant. Very foule.133
Gon. Had I plantation of this Isle my Lord.134
Ant. Hee'd sow't with Nettle-seed.
Seb. Or dockes, or Mallowes.135
Gon. And were the King on't, what would I do?pg 1549 136
Seb. Scape being drunke, for want of Wine.137
Gon. I'th'Commonwealth I would (by contraries)
138Execute all things: For no kinde of Trafficke
139Would I admit: No name of Magistrate:
Critical Apparatus140Letters should not be knowne: Riches, pouerty,
141And vse of seruice, none: Contract, Succession,
Critical Apparatus142Borne, bound of Land, Tilth, Vineyard none:
143No vse of Mettall, Corne, or Wine, or Oyle:
144No occupation, all men idle, all:
145And Women too, but innocent and pure:
Seb. Yet he would be King on't.147
Ant. The latter end of his Common-wealth forgets the beginning.148
Gon. All things in common Nature should produce
149Without sweat or endeuour: Treason, fellony,
150Sword, Pike, Knife, Gun, or neede of any Engine
151Would I not haue: but Nature should bring forth
Critical Apparatus152Of it owne kinde, all foyzon, all abundance
153To feed my innocent people.154
Seb. No marrying 'mong his subiects?155
Ant. None (man) all idle; Whores and knaues,156
Gon. I would with such perfection gouerne Sir:
Critical Apparatus157T'Excell the Golden Age.
Seb. 'Saue his Maiesty.158
Ant. Long liue Gonzalo.
Gon. And do you marke me, Sir?159
Alon. Pre-thee no more: thou dost talke nothing to me.160
Gon. I do well beleeue your Highnesse, and did it to minister 161occasion to these Gentlemen, who are of such sensible and nimble 162Lungs, that they alwayes vse to laugh at nothing.163
Ant. 'Twas you we laugh'd at.164
Gon. Who, in this kind of merry fooling am nothing to you: so 165you may continue, and laugh at nothing still.166
Ant. What a blow was there giuen?Critical Apparatus167
Seb. And it had not falne flat-long.168Enter Ariell playing solemne Musicke.
Gon. You are Gentlemen of braue mettal: you would lift the 169Moone out of her spheare, if she would continue in it fiue weekes without 170changing.171
Seb. We would so, and then go a Bat-fowling.172
Ant. Nay good my Lord, be not angry.173
Gon. No I warrant you, I will not aduenture my discretion so 174weakly: Will you laugh me asleepe, for I am very heauy.175
Ant. Go sleepe, and heare vs.176
Alon. What, all so soone asleepe? I wish mine eyes
Critical Apparatus177Would (with themselues) shut vp my thoughts, I finde
178They are inclin'd to do so.
Seb. Please you Sir,
pg 1550179Do not omit the heauy offer of it:
Critical Apparatus180It sildome visits sorrow, when it doth,
Ant. We two my Lord,
182Will guard your person, while you take your rest,
183And watch your safety.
Alon. Thanke you: Wondrous heauy.184
Seb. What a strange drowsines possesses them?185
Ant. It is the quality o'th'Clymate.
186Doth it not then our eye-lids sinke? I finde
187Not my selfe dispos'd to sleep.
Ant. Nor I, my spirits are nimble:
188They fell together all, as by consent
189They dropt, as by a Thunder-stroke: what might
190Worthy Sebastian? O, what might? no more:
191And yet, me thinkes I see it in thy face,
192What thou should'st be: th'occasion speaks thee, and
193My strong imagination see's a Crowne
194Dropping vpon thy head.
Seb. What? art thou waking?195
Ant. Do you not heare me speake?
Seb. I do, and surely
196It is a sleepy Language; and thou speak'st
197Out of thy sleepe: What is it thou didst say?
198This is a strange repose, to be asleepe
199With eyes wide open: standing, speaking, mouing:
200And yet so fast asleepe.
Ant. Noble Sebastian,
201Thou let'st thy fortune sleepe: die rather: wink'st
202Whiles thou art waking.
Seb. Thou do'st snore distinctly,
203There's meaning in thy snores.204
Ant. I am more serious then my custome: you
205Must be so too, if heed me: which to do,
Critical Apparatus206Trebbles thee o're.
Seb. Well: I am standing water.207
Ant. Ile teach you how to flow.
Seb. Do so: to ebbe
208Hereditary Sloth instructs me.
209If you but knew how you the purpose cherish
210Whiles thus you mocke it: how in stripping it
211You more inuest it: ebbing men, indeed
212(Most often) do so neere the bottome run
213By their owne feare, or sloth.
Seb. 'Pre-thee say on,
214The setting of thine eye, and cheeke proclaime
215A matter from thee; and a birth, indeed,
pg 1551Critical Apparatus216Which throwes thee much to yeeld.
Ant. Thus Sir:
217Although this Lord of weake remembrance; this
218Who shall be of as little memory
219When he is earth'd, hath here almost perswaded
220(For hee's a Spirit of perswasion, onely
221Professes to perswade) the King his sonne's aliue,
222'Tis as impossible that hee's vndrown'd,
223As he that sleepes heere, swims.
Seb. I haue no hope
224That hee's vndrown'd.
Ant. O, out of that no hope,
225What great hope haue you? No hope that way, Is
226Another way so high a hope, that euen
227Ambition cannot pierce a winke beyond
228But doubt discouery there. Will you grant with me
Critical Apparatus229That Ferdinand is drown'd.
Seb. He's gone.
Ant. Then tell me,
230Who's the next heire of Naples?
Ant. She that is Queene of Tunis: she that dwels
232Ten leagues beyond mans life: she that from Naples
233Can haue no note, vnlesse the Sun were post:
234The Man i'th Moone's too slow, till new-borne chinnes
235Be rough, and Razor-able: She that from whom
236We all were sea-swallow'd, though some cast againe,
Critical Apparatus237(And by that destiny) to performe an act
238Whereof, what's past is Prologue; what to come
239In yours, and my discharge.
Seb. What stuffe is this? How say you?
240'Tis true my brothers daughter's Queene of Tunis,
241So is she heyre of Naples, 'twixt which Regions
242There is some space.
Ant. A space, whose eu'ry cubit
243Seemes to cry out, how shall that Claribell
244Measure vs backe to Naples? keepe in Tunis,
245And let Sebastian wake. Say, this were death
246That now hath seiz'd them, why they were no worse
247Then now they are: There be that can rule Naples
248As well as he that sleepes: Lords, that can prate
249As amply, and vnnecessarily
250As this Gonzallo: I my selfe could make
251A Chough of as deepe chat: O, that you bore
252The minde that I do; what a sleepe were this
253For your aduancement? Do you vnderstand me?254
Seb. Me thinkes I do.
Ant. And how do's your content
255Tender your owne good fortune?
Seb. I remember
pg 1552Critical Apparatus256You did supplant your [Brother] Prospero.
257And looke how well my Garments sit vpon me,
258Much feater then before: My Brothers seruants
259Were then my fellowes, now they are my men.260
Seb. But for your conscience.261
Ant. I Sir: where lies that? If 'twere a kybe
262'Twould put me to my slipper: But I feele not
263This Deity in my bosome: 'Twentie consciences
264That stand 'twixt me, and Millaine, candied be they,
265And melt ere they mollest: Heere lies your Brother,
266No better then the earth he lies vpon,
267If he were that which now hee's like (that's dead)
268Whom I with this obedient steele (three inches of it)
269Can lay to bed for euer: whiles you doing thus,
270To the perpetuall winke for aye might put
271This ancient morsell: this Sir Prudence, who
272Should not vpbraid our course: for all the rest
273They'l take suggestion, as a Cat laps milke,
274They'l tell the clocke, to any businesse that
275We say befits the houre.
Seb. Thy case, deere Friend
Critical Apparatus276Shall be my president: As thou got'st Millaine,
277I'le come by Naples: Draw thy sword, one stroke
278Shall free thee from the tribute which thou paiest,
279And I the King shall loue thee.
Ant. Draw together:
280And when I reare my hand, do you the like
281To fall it on Gonzalo.Critical ApparatusEnter Ariell with Musicke and Song.
Seb. O, but one word.282
Ariel. My Master through his Art foresees the danger
283That you (his friend) are in, and sends me forth
284(For else his proiect dies) to keepe them liuing.Sings in Gonzaloes eare.
285 While you here do snoaring lie,
286 Open-ey'd Conspiracie
287 His time doth take:
A5r Link 288 If of Life you keepe a care,
289 Shake off slumber and beware.
290 Awake, awake.Critical Apparatus291
Ant. Then let vs both be sodaine.
Gon. Now, good Angels
292Preserue the King.293
Alo. Why how now hoa; awake? why are you drawn?
294Wherefore this ghastly looking?
Gon. What's the matter?295
Seb. Whiles we stood here securing your repose,
296(Euen now) we heard a hollow burst of bellowing
pg 1553297Like Buls, or rather Lyons, did't not wake you?
Critical Apparatus298It strooke mine eare most terribly.
Alo. I heard nothing.299
Ant. O,' twas a din to fright a Monsters eare;
300To make an earthquake: sure it was the roare
301Of a whole heard of Lyons.
Alo. Heard you this Gonzalo?302
Gon. Vpon mine honour, Sir, I heard a humming,
303(And that a strange one too) which did awake me:
304I shak'd you Sir, and cride: as mine eyes opend,
305I saw their weapons drawne: there was a noyse,
306That's verily: 'tis best we stand vpon our guard;
307Or that we quit this place: let's draw our weapons.308
Alo. Lead off this ground & let's make further search
309For my poore sonne.
Gon. Heauens keepe him from these Beasts:
310For he is sure i'th Island.
Alo. Lead away.311Exeunt.
Ariell. Prospero my Lord, shall know what I haue done.
312So (King) goe safely on to seeke thy Son.