Who hadft deferu'd more then a prison. Cal. You taught me Language; and my profit on't Prof. What I command, Ile racke thee with old Crampes, Cal. Pro. 364 368 No, 'pray thee! 372 So, flaue! hence! [Exit CAL. Enter FERDINAND; & ARIEL, inuifible, playing & finging. Ariel. [Song.] Come vnto thefe yellow fands, and then take hands; Curtfied when you haue, and kift the wilde waues whift! Foote it featly heere and there, 375 378 and, fweete Sprights, beare the burthen!1 [Burthen, dispersedly.] Harke, harke! bowgh wawgh! The watch-Dogges barke, bowgh-wawgh! Ar. Hark, hark, I heare, the flraine of firutting Chanticlere cry, Cockadidle-dowe!' 385 Fer. Where fhold this Mufick be? I'th aire, or th'earth' It founds no more: and, fure, it waytes vpon 389 (Or it hath drawne me rather ;) but 'tis gone! [Musick. 393 No! it begins againe! 1 The rhythm shows that the order of the words is not to be alterd for ryme's sake. Ariell. [Song.] Full fadom fiue thy Father lies: Of his bones are Corrall made : Sea-Nimphs hourly ring his knell : 400 Into Something rich & ftrange: [Burthen :] ding dong! Harke! now I heare them: ding-dong, bell! Fer. The Ditty do's remember my drown'd Father! This is no mortall bufines, nor no found That the earth owes 1: I heare it now aboue me. 402 405 [It dies. Pro. [to MIR.] The fringed Curtaines of thine eye aduance, And fay what thou fee'ft yond! Mira. 409 Pro. No, wench! it eats, and fleeps, & hath such senses As we haue: fuch! This Gallant which thou seest, Was in the wracke: and, but hee's fomething ftain'd With greefe, (that's beauties canker,) thou might'ft call him A goodly perfon: he hath loft his fellowes, And ftrayes about to finde 'em. Mir. A thing diuine; for nothing naturall, 414 I might call him I euer faw fo Noble. Pro. [aside] As my foule prompts it! Spirit, fine fpirit! Ile free thee Within two dayes for this! Fer. [aside] Moft fure, the Goddeffe On whom these ayres attend! [To MIR.] Vouchfafe, my pray'r May know if you remaine vpon this Island; And that you will some good instruction giue, How I may beare me heere! my prime request (Which I do laft pronounce) is, (O you wonder !) If you be Mayd, or no? Mir. No 'wonder', Sir! 1 owes owns. 421 425 But certainly a ' Mayd'. Fer. My Language! Heauens! I am the best of them that speake this speech, How? the best? Pro. Mir. Alacke, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, & all his Lords; the Duke of Millaine And his braue fonne, being twaine. Pro. [aside] 429 433 The Duke of Millaine, 436 And his more brauer daughter, could controll thee, If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first fight They haue chang'd eyes! ( Delicate Ariel, Ile fet thee free for this!) [To FER.] A word, good Sir! 440 I feare you haue done your felfe fome wrong: A word! Mir. [aside] Why fpeakes my father fo vngently? This Is the third man that ere I faw: the firft That ere I figh'd for. Pitty moue my father Fer. O, if a Virgin, And your affection not gone forth, Ile make you Pro. 444 446 Soft fir, one word more! [bufines, [Aside] They are both in eythers pow'rs! But this swift I muft vneafie make, leaft too light winning [thee 451 Make the prize light. [To FER.] One word more! I charge From me, the Lord on't. Fer. No! as I am a man! Mir. Ther's nothing ill, can dwell in fuch a Temple! 455 If the ill-fpirit haue fo fayre a house, Good things will ftriue to dwell with't. Pro. [to FER.] Follow me! [To MIR.] Speake not you for him! hee's a Traitor! ¶ Come, Ile manacle thy necke and feete together! Sea water fhalt thou drinke! thy food shall be The fresh-brooke Muffels, wither'd roots, and huskes Fer. No! 459 I will refift fuch entertainment, till 463 Mine enemy ha's more pow'r! Mira. [He drawes, and is charmed from mouing. O deere Father! What, I fay! My foote, my Tutor! ¶ Put thy fword vp, Traitor! Who mak'ft a fhew, but dar'st not strike: thy conscience 467 [PROS. touches FER.S sword. It drops. Befeech you, Father! Mira. 471 [seizes his Mantle. Prof. Hence! hang not on my garments! Mira. Sir, haue pity! Ile be his furety! Prof. Silence! One word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee! What! 475 Thou think'ft there is no more fuch fhapes as he, (Hauing feene but him and Caliban :) Foolish wench! To th'most of men, this is a Caliban, My spirits, as in a dreame, are all bound vp: So they are! 483 459. Speake] Pros. Speake F. My Fathers loffe, the weakneffe which I feele, 487 490 It workes! [To FER.] Come on! (Thou haft done well, fine Ariell !) [To FER.] Follow me! ([TO ARI.] Harke what thou else shalt do mee!) Mira. My Fathers of a better nature, (Sir,) Be of comfort! 494 Thou shalt be as free Then he appeares by speech: this is vnwonted, Which now came from him. (Prof. [to ARI.] As mountaine windes! but then exactly do All points of my command. Ariell. To th'fyllable!) Prof. [to FER.] Come, follow! [To MIR.] Speake not for him. Actus Secundus. Scoena Prima. The Iland. [Exeunt. 499 Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTHONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. Gonz. Befeech you, Sir, be merry! You haue cause I (So haue we all) of ioy; for our escape Is much beyond our loffe. Our hint of woe Is common: euery day, fome Saylors wife, 4 The Masters of fome Merchant, and the Merchant, Haue iuft our Theame of woe: But for the miracle, 8 Alonf. Prethee, peace! Seb. He receiues comfort like cold porredge! Seb. Looke! hee's winding vp the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike. 13 |