If now 't were fit to do 't.-[Aside.] At the first

sight

They have changed eyes :-delicate Ariel,

I'll set thee free for this!-[To him.] A word, good sir ;

I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.

Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first

[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
Upon this island as a spy, to win it

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. [To FERD.] Follow me.

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

The fresh-brook mussels, withered roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

Fer.

I will resist such entertainment, till

Mine enemy has more power.

Mira.

No;

[He draws, and is charmed from moving.

O, dear father,

Make not too rash a trial of him, for

He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro.

What! I

say:

My foot my tutor?-Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy

conscience

Is so possessed with guilt: come from thy ward, For I can here disarm thee with this stick,

And make thy weapon drop.

Mira..

'Beseech you, father!

Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments!

Mira.

Sir, have pity.

I'll be his surety.

Pro.

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.

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

Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough

Have I in such a prison.—

Pro.

It works.

Come on.

Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-[To FERD.]

Follow me.

[To ARIEL.] Hark, what thou else shalt do me.

Mira.

My father's of a better nature, sir,

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
All points of my command.

Ari.

To the syllable.

Pro. Come, follow.-Speak not for him.

[Exeunt.

ACT SECOND

SCENE I.-Another Part of the Island

Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others

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,
Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle,
I mean our preservation, few in millions

Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
Our sorrow with our comfort.

Alon.

Pr'ythee, 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 entertained, that's

offered,