It would controul my dam's god Setebos, And make a vassal of him. Pro. So, flave, hence! Exit Caliban. Enter Ferdinand; and Ariel invisible, playing and finging. ARIEL's SONG. Come unto thefe yellow fands, And then take hands: Curt'fied when you have, and kift The wild waves whift; Foot it featly here and there, And, fweet Sprites, the burthen bear. Burthen, difperfedly. Hark, bark, bougb-wawgh; the watch-dogs bark, Bougb-wawgh. Ari. Hark, bark, I hear The ftrain of ftrutting chanticlere Cry, Cock-a-doodle-do. 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 its sweet 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 lies, Hark, now I hear them, ding-dong, bell. C 2 [Burthen: ding-dong. Fer. 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. Mira. What is't, a fpirit? Lord, how it looks about! believe me, Sir, Pro. No, wench, it eats, and fleeps, and hath such senses 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, Mira. I might call him A thing divine, for nothing natural Pro. It goes on, I fee, [Afide. As my foul prompts it. Spirit, fine fpirit, I'll free thee Within two days for this. Fer. Moft fure, the Goddess On whom these ayres attend! vouchfafe, my pray'r If Mira. No wonder, Sir, But certainly a maid. Fer. My language! heav'ns! I am the best of them that fpeak this speech, Pro. How? the best? What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee? Mira. Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords: the Duke of Milan, And his brave son, being twain. (11), Pro. The Duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could controul thee, If now 'twere fit to do't: At the firft fight, I'll fet thee free for this.) A word, good Sir, Fer. O, if a Virgin, And your Affection not gone forth, I'll make you Pro. Soft, Sir; one word more. They're both in either's power: but this swift business I must uneafie make, left too light winning Make the prize light. Sir, one word more; I charge thee, That thou attend me: thou dost here ufurp The name thou ow'ft not, and haft put thy felf From me, the lord on't. Fer. No, as I'm a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a temple. If the ill fpirit have fo fair an house, Good things will strive to dwell with't. Pro. Follow me. Speak not you for him: he's a traitor. Come, (11) the Duke of Milan, And his brave Son, being twain.] Here feems a flight Forgetfulness in our Poet: No Body was loft in this Wreck, as is manifeft from feveral Paffages: and yet we have no fuch Character introduc'd in the Fable, as the Duke of Milan's Son. Fer. No, I will refift fuch entertainment, 'till [He draws, aud is charmed from moving. Mira, O dear father, Make not too rafh a tryal of him; for He's gentle, and not fearful. Pro. What, I fay, My foot my tutor? put thy fword up, traitor, Is fo poffeft with guilt: come from thy ward, And make thy weapon drop. Mira. Befeech you, father. Pro. Hence: hang not on my garment, I'll be his furety. Pro. Silence: one word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What, Thou think'ft there are no more fuch fhapes as he, 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 wrack of all my friends, and this man's threats, Pro. Pro. It works: come on. [To Ariel. (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 shalt be as free As mountain winds; but then exactly do All points of my command. Ari. To th' fyllable. Pro. Come, follow: fpeak not for him. [Exeunt. SCENE, Another Part of the Ifland. Enter Alonso, Sebaftian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francifco, and others. B GONZALO. ESEECH you, Sir, be merry: you have cause Is much beyond our lofs; our hint of woe Can fpeak like us: then wifely, good Sir, weigh Alon. Pr'ythee, peace. (12) Seb. (12) Alon. Prythee peace.] All that follows from hence to this Speech of the King's. C 4 You |