SHAKESPEARE AND PSYCHOGNOSIS 75 



Married my daughter there! for coming thence, 

 My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too. 

 Who is so far from Italy removed, 

 I ne'er again shall see her. O thou, mine heir 

 Of Naples and of Milan! What strange fish 

 Hath made his meal on thee ? " 

 When Sebastian reproaches his course in bestowing Claribel upon an African, he 

 replies, " Prithee, peace." When he dwells upon the daughter's loathing, and 

 concludes harshly, " the fault's your own," the King with admirable manner re- 

 torts " So is the dearest of the loss." His sole comment upon the honest old coun- 

 selor's dream of a Kingless Commonwealth is : " Prithee, no more ; thou dost talk 

 nothing to me." 



The solemn music of Ariel brings sleep to his careworn mind : While lamenting, 

 in the manner of BoHngbroke, his restlessness, he becomes drowsy — 

 " What, all so soon asleep ! I wish mine eyes 

 Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts ; 

 I find they are inclined to do so." 

 When aroused from a position of imminent peril he is dignified and vigorous. Hav- 

 ing inquired of his ofiicers regarding the disturbance, he thinks again of his son 

 and begins further search for him. 



The same scene makes very prominent the fact that the marriage of Claribel 

 to the African was the cause of the disastrous voyage, and Sebastian persistently 

 connects the violation of the girl's wishes with this misfortune. Alonso is made 

 responsible for the match. Gonzalo confirms the truth of Sebastian's opinion, 

 while regretting his cruel language. This sacrifice of a princess to selfish interest 

 is the cause of the tempest. 



In the seventh scene Alonso appears still searching for Ferdinand, but almost 

 in despair. In a courtly speech to Gonzalo he says: 



" Old lord, I cannot blame thee. 

 Who am myself attached with weariness. 

 To the dwelling of my spirits : Sit 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." 

 On hearing the music announcing the magic banquet he says : " What harmony 

 is this? My good friends, hark! " and again, " Give us kind keepers. Heavens ! 

 What were these ? " Later he says: 



" I cannot too much muse. 

 Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing. 



