Mira. Befeech you, father,

Pro. Hence: hang not on my garment,
Mira. Sir, have pity;

I'll be his furety.

Pro. Silence: "one word more

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What,
An advocate for an impoftor? hush!

Thou think'ft there are no more fuch fhapes as he,
Having feen but him and Caliban; foolish wench!-
To th' moft of men this is a Caliban,

And they to him are Angels.

Mira. My affections

Are then most humble: I have no ambition

To fee a goodlier man.

Pro. Come on, obey :

Thy nerves are in their infancy again,

And have no vigour in them.

Fer. So they are :

My fpirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's lofs, the weakness which I feel,

The wrack of all my friends, and this man's threats,
To whom I am fubdu'd, are but light to me;
Might I but through my prifon once a day
Behold this maid: all Corners else o'th' earth
Let liberty make ufe of; fpace enough

Have I, in fuch a prison..

Pro. It works: come on.

(Thou hast done well, fine Ariel :) follow me.

Hark, what thou elfe fhalt do me.

Mira. Be of comfort,

My father's of a better nature, Sir,

Then he appears by fpeech: 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.

[To Ariel,

Ari. To th' fyllable.

Pro. Come, follow: fpeak not for him.

[Exeunt.

ACT

ACT. II.

SCENE, Another Part of the Ifland.

Enter Alonfo, Sebaftian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian,
Francifco, and others.

Gon.

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Efeech you, Sir, be merry: you have cause
(So have we all) of joy! for our escape
Is much beyond our lofs; our hint of woe
Is common; every day, some failor's wife,
The mafters of fome merchant, and the merchant,
Have juft our theam of woe: but for the miracle,
(I mean our prefervation) few in millions
Can fpeak like us, then wifely, good Sir, weigh
Our Sorrow with our comfort.

Alon. Pr'ythee, peace.

Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Ant. The vifitor will not give o'er fo.

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 dollor.

Gen. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have fpoken truer than you proposed.

Seb. You have taken it wifelier than I meant you should.

Gon. Therefore, my lord.

Ant. Fie, what a spend-thrift is he of his

Alon. I pr'ythee; fpare.

Gon. Well, I have done: but yet

Seb. He will be talking.

tongue ?

Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good wager,

first begins to crow?

Seb. The old Cock.
Ant. The cockrel.

Seb. Done: the

wager

?

Ant. A laughter.
Seb. A match.

Adr.

Adr. Though this island seem to be defart-
Seb. Ha, ha, ha.—— -So, you're paid-
Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inacceffible-
Seb. Yet,

Adr. Yet

Ant. He could not miss't.

Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance.

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. Ay, and a fubtle, as he most learnedly deliver❜d.
Adr. The air breathes upon us here moft sweetly.
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.

Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a fen.

Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life.

Ant. True, fave means to live.

Seb. Of that there's none or little.

Gon. How lufh and lufty the grafs looks? how green?
Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.

Seb. With an eye of green in't.

Ant. He miffes not much.

Seb. No he does but mistake the truth totally. Gon. But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almoft beyond credit

Seb. As many voucht rarities are.

Gon. That our garments being (as they were) drench'd in the fea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and gloffes; being rather new dy'd, than ftain'd with falt water. Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not fay, he lies?

Seb. Ay, or yery falfely pocket up his report.

Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Africk, at the marriage of the King's fair Daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis,

Seb. 'Twas a fweet marriage, and we profper well in

Our return.

Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with fuch a paragon to their Queen.

Gon. Not fince widow Dido's time.

Ant. Widow? a pox o'that: how came that widow in? widow Dido!

Seb. What if he had faid, widower Æneas too? Good lord, how you take it!

Adr

Adr. Widow Dido, faid you? you make me study of that: fhe was of Carthage not of Tunis.

Gon. This Tunis, Sir, was Carthage.

Adr. Carthage?

Gon. I affure you, Carthage..

Ant His word is more than the miraculous harp.
Sb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houfes too.

Ant. What impoffible matter will he make eafy next? Seb. I think he will carry this Ifland home in his poc ket, and give it his fon for an apple.

Ant. And fowing the kernels of it in the fea, bring forth more Islands.

Gon. Ay.

Ant. Why, in good time.

Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments feem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now Queen.

Ant. And the rareft that e'er came there. Seb. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Ant. O, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido! Gon. Is not my doublet, Sir, as fresh as the first day I wore it I mean, in a fort.

Ant. That fort was well fish'd for.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage.
Alon. You cram thefe words into mine ears against
The ftomach of my fenfe. Would I had never
Married my daughter there! for coming thence,
My fon is loft; and, in my rate, she too;
Who is fo far from Italy remov❜d,

I ne'er again fhall fee her: O thou mine heir
Of Naples and of Milan, what ftrange fish

Hath made his meal on thee?

Fran. Sir, he may live.

I faw him beat the furges under him,
And ride upon their backs; he trod the water;
Whofe enmity he flung afide, and brested

The furge moft fwoln that met him: his bold head
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
Himfelf with his good arms in luity strokes

To th' fhore; that o'er his wave-worn bafis bow'd,
As ftoopin to relieve him: I not doubt,
He came alive to land.

Alon.

Alon. No, no, he's

gone.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourfelf for this great lofs.
That wou'd no blefs our Europe with your Daughter,
But rather lofe her to an African;

Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye,
Who bath caufe to wet the grief on't.

Alon. Pr'ythee peace.

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Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importuned otherwise By all of us; and the fair foul herfelf

Weigh'd between loathnefs and obedience, at

Which end the beam should bow. We've loft your son, I fear, for ever; Milan and Naples have.

More widows in them of this business' making,

Than we bring men to comfort them:

The fault's your own,

Alen. So is the dearest o' th' lofs.

Gon. My lord Sebastian,

The truth you fpeak, doth lack fome gentleness,
And time to fpeak it in: you rub the fore,
When you should bring the plaifter.

Seb. Very well.

Ant. And moft chirurgeonly.

Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good Sir, When you are cloudy.

Seb. Foul weather?

Ant. Very foul.

Gon. Had I the plantation of this ifle, my lord-
Ant. He'd fow't with nettle feed.

Seb. Or docks, or mallows

Gon. And were the King on't, what would I do?
Seb. Scape being drunk, for want of wine,
Gon. I'th' commonwealth, I would by contraries
Execute all things; for no kind of traffick
Would I admit, no name of magistrate;
Letters fhould not be known, wealth, poverty,
And ufe of fervice, none; contract, fucceifion;
Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none;
No ufe of metal, corn, or wine, or oyl;
No occupation, all men idle, all,

And women too; but innocent and pure :
No Sov'reignty.

Seb. And yet he would be King on't.

Ant,

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