And hither come in it: go hence with diligence. (Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou haft flept well: Awake. Mira. The ftrangeness of your story put Heavinefs in me. Pro. Shake it off: come on; We'll vifit Caliban my flave, who never Mira. 'Tis a villain, Sir, I do no: love to look on Pro. But, as 'tis, We cannot mifs him he does make our fire, Cal. (within) There's Wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I fay; there's other business for thee. Come, thou Toroife! when ? Enter Ariel like a Water-Nymph. Fine apparition! my quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear. Ari, My lord, it Thall be done. [Exit. Pro. Thou poisonous flave, got by the Devil himself Upon thy wicked dam: come forth. Enter Caliban. Cal. As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a fouth West blow on ye, And blifter you all o'er ! Pro. For this, be fure, to night thou shalt have cramps, As thick as honey combs, each pinch more stinging Cal. I must eat my dinner. This Ifland's mine by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'ft from me. When thou cameft first, Thou ftroak'dft me, and mad't much of me would't give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how Το To name the bigger light, and how the lefs, The fresh fprings, brine pits, barren place, and fertile, Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats light on you! Who firft was my own King; and here you ty me The rest of the Ifland. Pro. Thou moft lying flave, Whom ftripes may move, not kindness, I have us'd thee` (Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd In mine own Cell, 'till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child. Cal. Oh ho, oh ho! -I wou'd, it had been done ! Thou didst prevent me, I had peopled elfe Pro. Abhorred flave; Which any print of goodnefs wilt not take, Took pains to make thee fpeak, taught thee each hour With words that made them known. But thy vile race Who hadst deferved more than a prison 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 beft) What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps, Cal. No, pray thee. I must obey; his art is of fuch pow'r, It It would controul my dam's good Serebes, And make a vaffal of him. Pro. So, flave, hence! [Exit Caliban, Enter Ferdinand; and Ariel invisible, playing and finging. ARIEL's SONG. Come unto thefe yellow fands, Curt'fied when you have, and kift The wild waves whift; Foot it fearly here and there, And, fweet Sprites, the burthen bear. [Burthen, difperfedly. Hark, hark, bough-wawgh: the watch dogs bark, Bough-wawgh. Ari. Hark, hark, I hear The ftrain of ftrutting chanticlere Cry, cock-a-doodle-do. Fer. Where fhould this mufick be, in 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, But doth fuffer a fea-change, Into fomething rich and ftrange. Hark, now I hear them, ding-dong, bell. [Burthen: ding-dong, Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father; This is no mortal bufinefs ; nor no found That the earth owns; I hear it now above me. Prol Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eyes advance, And fay, what thou feeft yond. Mira. What is't, a spirit? Lord, how it looks about! believe me, Sir, Pro. No, wench, it eats, and fleeps,and hath fuch fenfes As we have, fuch. This gallant, which thou seeft, Was in the wreck and, but he's fomething ftain'd With grief, (that's beauty's canker) thou might'ft 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 Pro. It goes on, I fee, [Ahde. As my foul prompts it. Spirit, fine fpirit, I'll free thee Fer. Moft fure, the Goddess On whom these ayres attend! vouchsafe, my pray's you Mira. No wonder, Sir, But certainly a maid. Fer. My language! heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Pro. How the best? What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee? 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 more braver daughter, could controul thee, They They have chang'd eyes (delicate Ariel That e'er I figh'd for. Pity move my father Fer. O, if a Virgin, And your Affection not gone forth, I'll make you Pre. Soft, Sir; one word more, They're both in either's power: but this swift business Make the prize light. Sir, one word more; I charge thee, The name thou ow'st not, and haft put thyself U Upon this Ifland, as a (py, to win it From me, the lord on't. Fer. No, as I'm a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a temple. If the ill fpirit have fo fair an houfe, Good things will ftrive to dwell with'r. Pro. Follow me. Speak not you for him: he's a traitor. Come, Fer. No, I will refift fuch entertainment, 'till Mine enemy has more power. [He draws, and is charmed 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't a fhew, but dar'ft not strike; thy confcience Is fo poffeft with guilt: come from thy ward, For I can here difarm thee with this stick, And make thy, weapon drop. Mira. |