Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 475 words
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If thou be'st a man, show thyself in thy likeness: If thou be'st a devil, take't as thou list. O forgive me my sins. He that dies pays all debts: I defy thee; 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 than had waked after long sleep, Will make me sleep again, and then in dreaming, The clouds me thought 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 Prospero is destroyed. That shall be by and by: I remember the story. The sound is going away. Let's follow it, and after do our work. Lead Monster, we'll follow: I would I could see this Taborer, He lays it on. Wilt come? I'll follow Stephano. By'r lakin, I can go no further, Sir, My old bones aches: here's a maze trod indeed Through fourth rights, & Meanders: by your patience, I needs must rest me. Old Lord, I cannot blame thee, Who, am myself attached with weariness To th' dulling of my spirits: Sat down, and rest: Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it No longer for my Flatterer: he is drowned 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: Do not for one repulse forgo the purpose That you resolved t' effect. The next advantage will we take throughly. Let it be to night, For now they are oppressed with travail, they Will not, nor cannot use such vigilance As when they are fresh. I say to night: no more. What harmony is this? my good friends, hark. Marvellous sweet Music. Give us kind keepers, heavens: what were these? A living Drolerie: now I will believe That there are Unicorns: that in Arabia There is one Tree, the Phoenix throne, one Phoenix At this hour reigning there. I'll believe both: And what does else want credit, come to me And I'll besworne 'tis true: travelers ne'er did lie, Though fools at home condemn 'em. If in Naples I should report this now, would they believe me? If I should say I saw such Islands; (For certes, these are people of the Island) Who though they are of monstrous shape, yet note Their manners are more gentle, kind, then of Our humane generation you shall find Many, nay almost any. Honest Lord, Thou hast said well: for some of you there present; Are worse than devils.
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If thou beeſt a man, ſhew thy ſelfe in thy likenes: If thou beeſt a diuell, take't as thou liſt. O forgiue me my ſinnes. He that dies payes all debts: I defie thee; Mercy vpon vs. Art thou affeard? No Monſter, not I. Be not affeard, the Iſle is full of noyſes, Sounds, and ſweet aires, that giue delight and hurt not: Sometimes a thouſand twangling Inſtruments Will hum about mine eares; and ſometime voices, That if I then had wak'd after long ſleepe, Will make me ſleepe againe, and then in dreaming, The clouds me thought would open, and ſhew riches Ready to drop vpon me, that when I wak'd I cri'de to dreame againe. This will proue a braue kingdome to me, Where I ſhall haue my Muſicke for nothing. When Proſpero is deſtroy'd. That ſhall be by and by: I remember the ſtorie. The ſound is going away. Lets follow it, and after do our worke. Leade Monſter, Wee'l follow: I would I could ſee this Taborer, He layes it on. Wilt come? Ile follow Stephano. By'r lakin, I can goe no further, Sir, My old bones akes: here's a maze trod indeede Through fourth rights, & Meanders: by your patience, I needes muſt reſt me. Old Lord, I cannot blame thee, Who, am my ſelfe attach'd with wearineſſe To th' dulling of my ſpirits: Sit downe, and reſt: Euen here I will put off my hope, and keepe it No longer for my Flatterer: he is droun'd Whom thus we ſtray to finde, and the Sea mocks Our fruſtrate ſearch on land: well, let him goe. I am right glad, that he's ſo out of hope: Doe not for one repulſe forgoe the purpoſe That you reſolu'd t' effect. The next aduantage will we take throughly. Let it be to night, For now they are oppreſs'd with trauaile, they Will not, nor cannot vſe ſuch vigilance As when they are freſh. I ſay to night: no more. What harmony is this? my good friends, harke. Maruellous ſweet Muſicke. Giue vs kind keepers, heauēs: what were theſe? A liuing Drolerie: now I will beleeue That there are Vnicornes: that in Arabia There is one Tree, the Phoenix throne, one Phoenix At this houre reigning there. Ile beleeue both: And what do's elſe want credit, come to me And Ile beſworne 'tis true: Trauellers nere did lye, Though fooles at home condemne 'em. If in Naples I ſhould report this now, would they beleeue me? If I ſhould ſay I ſaw ſuch Iſlands; (For certes, theſe are people of the Iſland) Who though they are of monſtrous ſhape, yet note Their manners are more gentle, kinde, then of Our humaine generation you ſhall finde Many, nay almoſt any. Honeſt Lord, Thou haſt ſaid well: for ſome of you there preſent; Are worſe then diuels.