And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere [Dispersedly. [earth? Fer. Where should this music be? i' th' air, or th' It sounds no more;-and sure, it waits upon ARIEL sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; [Burden ding-dong. Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father. This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes1-I hear it now above me. [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 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. 1 Owns. Not in f. e. Mira. I might call him It goes on, I see, [Aside. A thing divine, for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. Pro. As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this. Fer. Most sure, the goddess [Seeing her.1 On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe, my prayer May know if you remain upon this island, [Kneels.' And that you will some good instruction give, How I may bear me here: my prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, Ō you wonder! If you be maid, or no? Mira. But, certainly a maid. Fer. No wonder, sir; My language! heavens!-Rises.3 I am the best of them that speak this speech, Pro. Mira. Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan, And his brave son, being twain. The duke of Milan, Pro. That e'er I sigh'd for. Pity move my father O! if a virgin, Fer. Pro. Soft, sir: one word more. 1 Not in f. e. 2 Not in f. e. 3 Not in f. e. [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 The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself From me, the lord on't. Fer. No, as I am a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with 't. Pro. Follow me. [To FERD. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come. Fer. I will resist such entertainment, till Mine enemy has more power. Mira. No; [He draws, and is charmed from moving. Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle, and not fearful. Pro. O, dear father! What! I say: My foot my tutor?-Put thy sword up, traitor; For I can here disarm thee with this stick, And make thy weapon drop. Mira. Pro. Hence! hang not on my garments. Mira. I'll be his surety. Pro. Beseech you, father! Sir, have pity: Silence! one word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. 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 the 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. Pro. Thy nerves are in their infancy again, Come on; obey: [To FERD. So they are: And have no vigour in them. Fer. 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. It works. Come on. Pro. Hark, what thou else shalt do me. Mira. My father's of a better nature, sir, [To FERD. and MIR. [To ARIEL. Be of comfort. 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 To the syllable. [Exeunt. Ari. ACT II. SCENE I.-Another part of the Island. Gon. Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause (So have we all) of joy, for our escape Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe Is common: every day, some sailor's wife, The master' of some merchant, and the merchant, Can speak like us: then, wisely, good sir, weigh VOL. I.-3 1 masters in f. e. Alon. Pr'ythee, peace. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Seb. Look; he's winding up the watch of his wit: by and by it will strike. Gon. Sir, Seb. One-tell. 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 yet Seb. He will be talking. Ant. Which, or1 he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow? Seb. The old cock. Ant. The cockrel. Seb. Done. The wager? Ant. A laughter. Seb. A match. Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,- Ant. So, you're paid. Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,- Adr. Yet Ant. He could not miss it. Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance. Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Seb. Ay, and a subtle, as he most learnedly delivered. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. Ant. Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Seb. Of that there's none, or little. 1 of them: in f. e. Knight's edition reads, "of them." |