The tempest by william shakespeare free pdf

Would I had never Married my daughter there! O thou mine heir Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish Hath made his meal on thee? GONZALO All things in common nature should produce Without sweat or endeavour: treason, felony, Sword, pike, knife, gun, or need of any engine, Would I not have; but nature should bring forth, Of its own kind, all foison, all abundance, To feed my innocent people.

GONZALO I do well believe your highness; 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. GONZALO You are gentlemen of brave metal; you would lift the moon out of her sphere, if she would continue in it five weeks without changing.

Will you laugh me asleep, for I am very heavy? I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts: I find They are inclined to do so. Wondrous heavy. I find not Myself disposed to sleep. What might, Worthy Sebastian? O, what might? 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. Ebbing men, indeed, Most often do so near the bottom run By their own fear or sloth. Keep in Tunis, And let Sebastian wake.

There be that can rule Naples As well as he that sleeps; lords that can prate As amply and unnecessarily As this Gonzalo; I myself could make A chough of as deep chat. O, that you bore The mind that I do! Do you understand me? Draw thy sword: one stroke Shall free thee from the tribute which thou payest; And I the king shall love thee. If of life you keep a care, Shake off slumber, and beware: Awake, awake! Why are you drawn? Wherefore this ghastly looking? It struck mine ear most terribly.

His spirits hear me And yet I needs must curse. Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me For bringing wood in slowly. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls. What have we here? A fish: he smells like a fish; a very ancient and fish- like smell; a kind of not of the newest Poor- John. A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lazy out ten to see a dead Indian.

Legged like a man and his fins like arms! I do now let loose my opinion; hold it no longer: this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. Thunder Alas, the storm is come again! I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past. Have we devils here? Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief, if it be but for that. He shall taste of my bottle: if he have never drunk wine afore will go near to remove his fit.

If I can recover him and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him; he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly. His forward voice now is to speak well of his friend; his backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract. If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague. I will pour some in thy other mouth. Mercy, mercy! This is a devil, and no monster: I will leave him; I have no long spoon.

If thou beest Stephano, touch me and speak to me: for I am Trinculo—be not afeard—thy good friend Trinculo. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How camest thou to be the siege of this moon-calf? But art thou not drowned, Stephano? I hope now thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown?

And art thou living, Stephano? I will kneel to him. How camest thou hither? Though thou canst swim like a duck, thou art made like a goose. How now, moon-calf! I afeard of him! A very weak monster! A most poor credulous monster! Well drawn, monster, in good sooth! A most scurvy monster! A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! Wilt thou go with me? Freedom, hey-day! Lead the way. I must remove Some thousands of these logs and pile them up, Upon a sore injunction: my sweet mistress Weeps when she sees me work, and says, such baseness Had never like executor.

I forget: But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours, Most busy lest, when I do it. Pray, set it down and rest you: when this burns, Twill weep for having wearied you.

This visitation shows it. I do beseech you— Chiefly that I might set it in my prayers— What is your name? Indeed the top of admiration! Hear my soul speak: The very instant that I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides, To make me slave to it; and for your sake Am I this patient log—man. But this is trifling; And all the more it seeks to hide itself, The bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning! And prompt me, plain and holy innocence! Servant-monster, drink to me.

By this light, thou shalt be my lieutenant, monster, or my standard. Let me lick thy shoe. Why, thou deboshed fish thou, was there ever man a coward that hath drunk so much sack as I to-day? Wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half a fish and half a monster?

That a monster should be such a natural! Wilt thou be pleased to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee? I do not lie. Canst thou bring me to the party? Thou scurvy patch! I did nothing. A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers! Prithee, stand farther off. Come, proceed.

Burn but his books. And bring thee forth brave brood. Dost thou like the plot, Trinculo? Come on, Trinculo, let us sing. Mercy upon us! 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.

I would I could see this tabourer; he lays it on. By your patience, I needs must rest me. Well, let him go. Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose That you resolved to effect. My good friends, hark! What were these? If I should say, I saw such islanders— For, certes, these are people of the island— Who, though they are of monstrous shape, yet, note, Their manners are more gentle-kind than of Our human generation you shall find Many, nay, almost any.

Brother, my lord the duke, Stand to and do as we. Thunder and lightning. I have made you mad; And even with such-like valour men hang and drown Their proper selves. If you could hurt, Your swords are now too massy for your strengths And will not be uplifted.

Thee of thy son, Alonso, They have bereft; and do pronounce by me: Lingering perdition, worse than any death Can be at once, shall step by step attend You and your ways; whose wraths to guard you from— Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads—is nothing but heart-sorrow And a clear life ensuing. ALONSO 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 Prosper: it did bass my trespass.

I do beseech you That are of suppler joints, follow them swiftly And hinder them from what this ecstasy May now provoke them to. O Ferdinand, Do not smile at me that I boast her off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise And make it halt behind her. Sit then and talk with her; she is thine own.

What, Ariel! Do you love me, master? Do not approach Till thou dost hear me call. Now come, my Ariel! No tongue! Juno sings her blessings upon you. May I be bold To think these spirits? Enter certain Nymphs You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary, Come hither from the furrow and be merry: Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on And these fresh nymphs encounter every one In country footing.

To the Spirits Well done! Our revels now are ended. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep. ARIEL I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking; So fun of valour that they smote the air For breathing in their faces; beat the ground For kissing of their feet; yet always bending Towards their project. Thy shape invisible retain thou still: The trumpery in my house, go bring it hither, For stale to catch these thieves.

I will plague them all, Even to roaring. Do you hear, monster? Do that good mischief which may make this island Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban, For aye thy foot-licker. I do begin to have bloody thoughts. O peer! O worthy Stephano! O king Stephano! Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair and prove a bald jerkin. A noise of hunters heard. At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies: Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little Follow, and do me service.

ARIEL Confined together In the same fashion as you gave in charge, Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir, In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell; They cannot budge till your release. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art? Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, Fall fellowly drops.

The charm dissolves apace, And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle Their clearer reason. I will pay thy graces Home both in word and deed.

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