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It would controul my dam's god Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.
Pro. So, slave, hence!

Exit Caliban. Enter Ferdinand ; and Ariel invisible, playing and finging.

4 R I E L's SON G.
Come unto these yellow Sands,
And then take bands :
Curt"fied when you have, and kif

The wild waves whist;
Foot it featly here and there,
And, sweet
sprites, the burthen bear.

Burthen, dispersedly.
Hark, bark, bough-wawgh: the watch-dogs bark,

Bougb-wawgh. Ari. Hark, bark, I hear

The firain of frutting chanticlerc

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-do.
Fer. Where should this musick be, in air, or earth?
It sounds 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 musick crept by me upon the waters;
Allaying both their fury and my passion,
With its sweet air; thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather but 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.

ARI E L's S O N G.
Full fathom five thy father lies,

Of bis bones are coral made :
Those are pearls, that were his eyes;

Nothing of him, that doth fade,
But doth suffer a fea-change,
Into something rich and frange,

Sea-nymphs bourly ring his knell.
Hank, now I hear them, ding-dong, bell.

[Burthen: ding-dong. C 2

Fer.

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown's father, ; This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owns: I hear it now above me.

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eyes advance,
And say, what thou seeft yond.

Mira. What is't, a spirit?
Lord, how it looks about! believe me, Sir,
It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.

Pro. No, wench, it eats, and sleeps, and hath such senses As we have, such. This gallant, which thou seest, Was in the wreck: and, but he's something stain'd With grief, (that's beauty's canker) thou might'st call

him
A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows,
And strays about to find 'em.

Mira. I might call him
A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble..
Pro. It goes on, I see,

[ Afde. As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit, I'll free thee Within two days for this.

Fer. Most sure, the Goddess
On whom these ayres attend! vouchsafe, my pray'r
May know, if you remain upon this Island;
And that you will some good instruction give,
How I may bear me here: my prime request
(Which I do last 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 speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Pro. How? the best?
What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?

Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me; And, that he does, I weep: my self am Naples, Who, with mine eyes (ne'er únce at ebb). beheld The King my father wrackt.

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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 first light,
They have chang'd eyes: (delicate Ariel,
l'll set thee free for this.) A word, good Sir,
I fear, you've done your self some wrong: a word.

Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? this
Is the third man, that I e'er saw; the first,
That e'er I sigh'd for. Pity move my father
To be inclin'd my way!

Fer. O, if a Virgin,
And your Affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The Queen of. Naples.

Pro. Soft, Sir; one word more.
They're both in either's power: but this swift business
I must uneasie make, left too light winning
Makęthe prize light. Sir, one word more; 1 charge thee,
That thou attend methou dost here usurp
The name thou ow'st not, and hast put thy self
Upon this Iland, as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on't.

Fer. No, as I'm a man.

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.
If the ill fpirit have so fair an house,
Good things will strive to dwell with’t.

Pro. Follow me.
Speak not you for him : he's a traitor. Come,
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together;
Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
The fresh-brook mussels, wither'd roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

(11)

the Duke of Milan, And his brave Son, being twain.] Here seems a Night Forget. fulness in our Poet: No Body was lost in this Wreck, as is manifest from feveral Passages : and yet we have no such Character introduc'd in the Fable, as the Duke of Milan's Son.

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Fer. No,
I will resist such entertainment, 'till
Mine enemy has more power.

[He draws, aud is charmed from maving.
Mira, O dear father,
Make not too rash a tryal of him ; for
He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro. What, I say,
My foot my tutor ? put thy sword up, traitor,
Who mak'ít a fhew, but dar'st not Atrike; thy con-

science
Is so posleft with guilt: come from thy ward,
For I can here disarm thee with this stick,
And make thy weapon drop.

Mira. Beseech you, father.
Pro. Hence: hang not on my garment,

Mira. Sir, have pity :
I'll be his surety.

Pro. Silence: one word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thcc. What,
An advocate for an impostor? hush!
Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he,
Having seen but him and Caliban; foolish wench!,
To th' most of men this is a Caliban,
And they to him are angels.

Mira. My affections
Are then most humble: I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.

Dro. Come on, obey:
Thy neryes are in their infancy again,
And have no vigour in them.

Fer. So they are:
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up .
My father's loss, the weakness which I fecl,
The wrack of all my friends, and this man's threats,
To whom I am subdu'd, are but light to me;
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid: all corners else o'th' carth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I, in such a prison.

Pre,

[70 Ariel.

Pro. It works : come on.
(Thou hast done well, fine Ariel:) follow me.
Hark, what thou else shalt do me.

Mira. Be of comfort,
My father's of a better nature, Sir,
Than he appears by speech: 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' syllable.
Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt.

A C T II.

SCENE, Another Part of the IPand.

Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian,

Francisco, and others.

B

GONZALO.
ESEECH you, Sir, be merry : you have cause
(So have we all) of joy! for our escape

Is much beyond our lofs; our hint of woc
Is common; every day, some failor's wife,
The masters of fome merchant, and the merchant,
Have just our theam of woe: but for the miracle,
(I mean our preservation) few in millions
Can speak like us: then wisely, good Sir, weigh
Our forrow with our comfort.
flon. Pr'ythee, peace. (12)

Seb. (12) Alon. Prythee peace.] All that follows from hence to this Speech of the King's

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