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It sounds no more: and, sure, it waits upon
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Ari. 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
What is 't? a spirit?
Lord, how it looks about!
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 mightst call him
A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows
I might call him
A thing divine, for nothing natural
[Aside] It goes on, I see,
As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll
Within two days for this.
No wonder, sir;
But certainly a maid.
My language! heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 't is spoken.
Pros. 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: myself am Naples, Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck'd.
Alack, for mercy!
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of
And his brave son being twain.
[Aside] The Duke of Milan And his more braver daughter could control thee, If now 't were fit to do 't. At the first sight They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this. [To Fer.] A word, good sir;
you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
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
From me, the lord on 't.
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,
Good things will strive to dwell with 't.
Speak not you for him; he 's a traitor. Come;
I will resist such entertainment till
[Draws, and is charmed from moving. O dear father,
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,
And make thy weapon drop.
Beseech you, father. Pros. Hence! hang not on my garments. Mir.
Sir, have pity;
I'll be his surety.
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
Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!
Come on; obey:
So they are;
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
Pros. [Aside] It works. [To Fer.] Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! [To Fer.] Follow
[To Ari.] Hark what thou else shalt do me.
Be of comfort;
My father's of a better nature, sir,
To the syllable. Pros. Come, follow. Speak not for him.