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And in no sense is meet or amiable.
warm at home, secure and safe,
* Gentle tempers.
AN USURPING SUBSTITUTE COMPARED TO IVY.
That now he was
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
-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.
To do me business in the veins o’the earth,
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
all o'er! Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have
cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins* Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycombs, each pinch
more stinging Than bees that make them.
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; would'st
give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o’the isle, [tile; The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and ferCursed be I that did so! All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! For I am all the subjects that you have,
[me Which first was mine own king: and here you sty In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest of the island.
CALIBAN'S EXULTATION AFTER PROSPERO TELLS HIM
HE SOUGHT TO VIOLATE THE HONOUR OF HIS CHILD.
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
Where should this music be? i'the air, or the It sounds no more:-and sure it waits upon [earth, 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.
Of his bones are coral made;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
A LOVER'S SPEECH.
ACT II. DESCRIPTION OF FERDINAND'S SWIMMING ASHORE. I saw him beat the surges under him,
And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
most swoln that met him: his bold head 'Bove the contentious wave he kept, and oar'd Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke 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.
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?-0, what might?—No more: And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee: My strong imagination sees a crown [and Dropping upon thy head.
CALIBAN'S CURSES, All the infections that the
up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, And
yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i'the mire, Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark Out of my way, unless he bid them; but For every
trifle are they set upon me: Sometime like apes that moe* and chatter at me, And after, bite me; then like hedgehogs, which
* Make mouths.