It sounds no more: and, sure, it waits upon ARIEL sings Full fathom five thy father lies; Burthen. Ding-dong. 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 That the earth owes. I hear it now above me. Pros. The fringéd curtains of thine eye advance And say what thou seest yond. Mir. What is 't? a spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, Pros. No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest 390 400 410 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 And strays about to find 'em. Mir. I might call him A thing divine, for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. Pros. [Aside] It goes on, I see, As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this. Fer. Most sure, the goddess Vouchsafe my prayer On whom these airs attend! If you be maid or no? Mir. But certainly a maid. No wonder, sir; 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? Mir. Alack, for mercy ! 420 430 Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan And his brave son being twain. [Aside] The Duke of Milan And his more braver daughter could control thee, sir; At the first sight Delicate Ariel, [To Fer.] A word, good I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word. To be inclined my way! 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 Make the prize light. [To Fer.] One word more; I charge thee That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp 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 temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with 't. 440 450 Pros. Follow me. 460 Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come; I 'll manacle thy neck and feet together: Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow. 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, And make thy weapon drop. Mir. Beseech you, father. Pros. Hence! hang not on my garments. Sir, have pity; I 'll be his surety. Pros. 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 470 as he, Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench! 480 Mir. My affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man. 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. 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 490 Let liberty make use of; space enough Have I in such a prison. 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 All points of my command. Ari. To the syllable. Pros. Come, follow. Speak not for him. [Exeunt. 500 |