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(Tho' thou didst learn) had that in't, which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou Defervedly confin'd into this rock.

Cal. You taught me language, and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curfe: the red-plague rid you
For learning me your language!

Pro. Hag-feed, hence!

Fetch us in fewel, and be quick (thou 'wert beft)
To answer other bufinefs.

Shrug'ft thou, malice?

If thou neglect'ft, or doft unwillingly

What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar,
That beafts fhall tremble at thy din.

Cal. No, pray thee.

I must obey, his art is of fuch pow'r

It would controul my dam's god Setebos,

And make a vaffal of him.

Pro. So, flave, hence!

S C CENE

[Exit Caliban.

V.

Enter Ferdinand, and Ariel invifible, playing and finging.

ARIEL'S SONG,

Come unto thefe yellow fands,

And then take bands:

Curt'fied when you have and kift;

The wild waves whift;

Foot it featly here and there,

And fweet fprites the burthen bear.

[Burthen difperfedly.

Hark, bark, bough-wawgh: the watch-dogs bark,

Bough-wawgh.

Ari. Hark, bark, I hear

The ftrain of ftrutting chanticlere,
Cry Cock-a-doodle-do.

Fer

Fer. Where should this Mufick be? in air, or earth? It founds no more, and fure it waits upon Some God o' th' Island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping against the King my father's wreck, This mufick crept by me upon the waters Allaying both their fury and my paffion, With it's fweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather-but 'tis gone. No, it begins again.

ARIEL's SONG,

Full fathom five thy father lyes,
Of his bones are coral made:
Thofe are pearls that were his eyes,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth fuffer a fea-change,
Into fomething rich and ftrange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell.

Hark, now I hear them, ding-dong bell.

[Burthen: ding, dong,

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father;

This is no mortal business, nor no found

That the earth owns: I hear it now above me.

SCENE E VI.

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,

And say what thou feeft yond.

Mira. What is't, a fpirit?

Lord, how it looks about! believe me, Sir,

It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.

Pro. No, wench, it eats, and fleeps, and hath fuch fenfes

As we have, fuch. This gallant which thou feeft
Was in the wreck: and, but he's fomething ftain'd
With grief (that's beauty's canker) thou might'ft call him
A goodly perfon. He hath loft his fellows,

And ftrays about to find 'em.

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Mira

Mira. I might call him

A thing divine, for nothing natural
I ever faw fo noble.

Pro. It goes on,

[Afide.

I fee, as my foul prompts it. "Spirit, I'll free thee
Within two days for this.

Fer. Moft fure the goddess

On whom these ayres attend! vouchsafe my pray'r
May know if you remain upon this Island,
And that you will fome good inftruction give
How I may bear me here: my prime request
(Which I do laft pronounce) is, O you wonder!
If you be made or no?

Mira. No wonder, Sir,
But certainly a maid.

Fer. My language! heav'ns!

I am the best of them that speak this fpeech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Pro. How? the beft?

What wert thou if the King of Naples heard thee?
Fer. A fingle thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me ;
And that he does, I weep: my felf am Naples,
Who, with mine eyes, (ne'er fince at ebb) beheld
The King my father wreck'd.

Mira. Alack, for mercy!

Fer. Yes faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan And his brave fon, being twain.

Pro. The Duke of Milan

And his more braver daughter could controll thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't:At the first fight
They have chang'd eyes: (delicate Ariel,
I'll fet thee free for this.) A word, good Sir,
I fear you've done yourself some wrong: a word.
Mira. Why fpeaks my Father fo ungently? this
Is the third man that e'er I faw; the first
That e'er I figh'd for. Pity move my father

2 Spirit, fine fpirit, I'll free thee

To

To be inclin'd my way!

Fer. O, if a Virgin,

And your affection not gone forth, I'll make your
The Queen of Naples.

Pro. Soft Sir, one word more.

They're both in either's power: but this fwift bufinefs
I must uneafie make, left too light winning

Make the prize light. Sir, one word more; I charge thee

That thou attend me, thou doft here ufurp

The name thou ow'ft not, and haft put thyself

Upon this Ifland, as a fpy, to win it

From me, the lord on't.

Fer. No, as I'm a man.

[To Ariel.

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a temple. If the ill fpirit have fo fair an house,

Good things will ftrive to dwell with't.

Pro. Follow me.

Speak you not for him: he's a traitor. Come,
I'll manacle thy neck, and feet together;
Sea-water fhalt thou drink, thy food fhall be

The fresh-brook mufcles, wither'd roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

Fer. No,

I will refift fuch entertainment, 'till

Mine enemy has more power.

[He draws, and is charmed from moving.

Mira. O dear father,

Make not too rash a tryal of him; for

He's gentle, 'tho" not fearful.

Pro. What I fay,

My foot my tutor? put thy fword up, traitor,

Who mak'st a fhew, but dar'ft not ftrike; thy confcience Is + 'all' poffeft with guilt: come from thy ward,

For I can here difarm thee with this ftick,

And make thy weapon drop.

Mira. Befeech you, father.

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Pro.

Pro. Hence: hang not on my garment.
Mira. Sir, have pity;

I'll be his furety.

Pro. Silence: one word more

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What,
An advocate for an Impoftor? hufh!

Thou think'ft there are no more fuch fhapes as he,
(Having feen but him and Caliban) foolish wench,
To th' moft of men this is a Caliban,

And they to him are angels.

Mira. My affections

Are then moft humble: I have no ambition

To fee a goodlier man.

Pro. Come on, obey:

Thy nerves are in their infancy again,

And have no vigour in them.

Fer. So they are:

My fpirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's lofs, the weakness which I feel,

The wreck of all my friends, and this man's threats,
To whom I am fubdu'd, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prifon once a day
Behold this maid: all corners elfe o' th' earth
Let liberty make ufe of; fpace enough
Have I, in fuch a prifon.

Pro. It works: come on.

Thou haft done well, fine Ariel: follow me.
Hark what thou elfe fhalt do me.

Mira. Be of comfort,

My father's of a better nature, Sir,

Than he appears by fpeech: this is unwonted.

Which now came from him.

Pro. Thou fhalt be as free

[To Ariel.

As mountain winds; but then exactly do

All points of my command,

Ari. To th' fyllable.

Pro. Come follow: fpeak not for him,

[Exeunt.

ACT

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