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And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Hark, hark !
Hark, hark! I hear
Of his bones are coral made;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
Music above. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance And say, what thou seest 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 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.
1 Owns. Not in f. e.
I might call him
[Aside. As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this.
Most sure, the goddess (Seeing her.'
No wonder, sir ;
My language! heavens !-Rises."
How ! the best? What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee ?
Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
Alack, for mercy!
The duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could control thee, If now 'twere fit to do't.-[Aside. At the first sight They have chang'd eyes :-delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this !— To him. A word, good sir; I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This
0! if a virgin,
Soft, sir: one word more.
[Aside.] They are both in either's powers : but this
swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light.-[To him.] One word more: I
charge thee, That thou attend me.
Thou dost here usurp
No, as I am a man.
[He draws, and is charmed from moving. Mira.
0, dear father!
What! I say:
Beseech you, father!
Sir, have pity :
Silence ! one word more
Are then most humble : I have no ambition
Come on; obey: [TO FERD.
So they are : My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid : all corners else o' th' earth Let liberty make use of; space enough Have I in such a prison. Pro.
It works.—Come on.Thou hast done well, fine Ariel !—Follow me.
[To FERD. and MIR. Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To ARIEL. Mira.
Be of comfort.
Thou shalt be as free
To the syllable.
ADRIAN, FRANCISCO and Others.
1 masters : in f. e. Vol. I.-3
Pr’ythee, peace. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.
Seb. Look; he's winding up the watch of his wit: by and by it will strike.
Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd, Comes to the entertainer
Seb. A dollar.
Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have spoken truer than you purposed. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you
should. Gon. Therefore, my lord, Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue ! Alon. I pr’ythee, spare. Gon. Well, I have done. But yetSeb. He will be talking.
Ant. Which, or he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow?
Seb. The old cock.
Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance.
Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.
1 of them : in f.e. Knight's edition reads, "of them.”