And that you will some good instruction give MIR. But certainly a maid. FER. No wonder, sir; My language! heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, How? the best? PROS. 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: myself am Naples, Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck'd. MIR. Alack, for mercy! FER. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of And his brave son being twain. PROS. [Milan [Aside] The Duke of Milan And his more braver daughter could control thee, If now 'twere fit to do't. They have changed eyes. At the first sight Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this. [TO FER.] A word, good sir; That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father FER. O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples. PROS. 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 That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself Upon this island as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on't. FER. No, as I am a man. MIR. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a If the ill spirit have so fair a house, PROS. [temple: Follow me. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come ; FER. I will resist such entertainment till Mine enemy has more power. MIR. No; [Draws, and is charmed from moving. O dear father, Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle and not fearful. PROS. What? I say, My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor; Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy conscience Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward, For I can here disarm thee with this stick And make thy weapon drop. MIR. PROS. Hence! hang not on my garments. MIR. I'll be his surety. PROS. 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 is 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. MIR. My affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man. PROS. Come on; obey: Thy nerves 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. Let liberty make use of; space enough PROS. [Aside] It works. [To FER.] Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! [To FER.] Follow me. [To ARI.] Hark what thou else shalt do me. MIR. My father's of a better nature, sir, Be of comfort; Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted Which now came from him. PROS. Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds: but then exactly do ARI. To the syllable. PROS. Come, follow. Speak not for him. [Exeunt. ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I. Another part of the island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, 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 I mean our preservation, few in millions Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Our sorrow with our comfort. ALON. Prithee, 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. 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 prithee, spare. GON. Well, I have done: but yet,— SEB. He will be talking. ANT. Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow? SEB. The old cock. ANT. The cockerel. SEB. Done. The wager? ANT. A laughter. SEB. A match! ADR. Though this island seem to be desert,— |