(Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd thee

In mine own cell, 'till thou didft feek to violate

CAL. Oh ho, oh ho!-I wou'd it had been done!

Thou didst prevent me, I had peopled elfe

This ifle with Calibans.

PRO. Abhorred flave;

Which any print of goodness will not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pity'd thee,

Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other, When thou didst not, favage,
Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like

A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes

With words that made them known. But thy vile race (Tho' thou didst learn) had that in't, which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou

Defervedly confin'd into this rock,

Who hadft deferv'd more than a prifon

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 wer't best)
To answer other business. Shrug'st 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 such pow'r,
It would control my dam's god Setebos,

[afide.

And make a vassal of him.

PRO. So, Aave, hence!

[Exit Caliban.

SCENE V.

Enter Ferdinand, at the remoteft part of the stage; and Ariel invifible, playing and finging.

ARIEL'S SONG.

Come unto thefe yellow fands,

And then take hand :

Court'fied when you have, and kist,

The wild waves whift;

Foot it featly here and there,

And sweet sprites, the burden bear.

[Burden, difperfedly.

Hark, hark, baugh-waugh; the watch-dogs bark,
Baugh-waugh.

ARI. Hark, hark, I hear

The strain of strutting chanticlere

Cry, Cock a-doodle-do.

FER. Where should this musick be, i'th' air, or earth? It founds no more: and fure, it waits upon Some god o'th' ifland. 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,
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 strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell.

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

[Burden, 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.

PRO. The fringed curtains of thine eyes advance,

And fay, what thou fee'ft 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 senses hath
As we have, fuch. This gallant, which thou seest,
Was in the wreck: and, but he's fomething stain'd
With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call him
A goodly perfon. He hath loft his fellows,

And ftrays about to find 'em.

MIRA. I might call him

A thing divine; for nothing natural

I ever faw fo noble.

PRO. It goes on, I see,

[Afide.

As my foul prompts it. Spirit, fine fpirit, I'll free thee

Within two days for this.

FER. Most fure, the goddess

On whom these airs attend!-Vouchfafe, my pray❜r
May know, if you remain upon this island;

And that you will fome good instruction give,
How I may bear me here: my prime request
(Which I do last pronounce) is, O you wonder!
If you be maid 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 fpoken.

PRO. How the best?

What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee?
FFR. 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: myself am Naples,
Who, with mine eyes (ne'er fince at ebb) beheld
The king my father wreckt.

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 braver daughter, could control thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't:-At the first fight,

[Afide to Ariel.

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 speaks my father fo urgently? this

Is the third man that I e'er faw; the first,

That e'er I fighed for. Pity move my father

To be inclin'd my way!

СА

-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 pow'r : but this fwift bufinefs

I must uneafy make, left too light winning

[Afide.

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

That thou attend me:-thou dost here ufurp

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

Upon this island, as a fpy, 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 ftrive to dwell with't.

PRO. [to Ferd.] Follow me

[To Mirand.] Speak not you for him; he's a traitor-Come,

I'll manacle thy neck and feet together;

Sea-water fhalt thou drink; thy food shall be

The fresh-brook muffels, wither'd roots, and husks

Wherein the acorn cradied. Follow.

FER. No,

I will refift such entertainment, 'till

Mine enemy has more power.

[He draws, and is charm'd 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,

Who mak'st a fhew, but car't not ftrike; thy confcience