It would control my dam's god, Setebos, Pros. So, slave; hence! [Exit CALIBAN. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following him. ARIEL'S song. Come unto these yellow sands, Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd, Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear. Ari. Hark, hark! I hear Bow-wow. Bow-wow. The strain of strutting chanticleer Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth? It sounds no more: and, sure, it waits upon ARIEL sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; 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 And say what thou seest yond. Mir. What is 't? a spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form :-but 't is a spirit. Pros. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses As we have, such. This gallant, which thou seest, 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. A thing divine, for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. Pros. [Aside.] I might call him 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 On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe, my prayer May know if you remain upon this island, If you be maid, or no? But certainly a maid. Fer. you 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? Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me, And that he does I weep: myself am Naples, Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld The king, my father, wreck'd. Mir. Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan, And his brave son, being twain. Pros. [Aside.] The Duke of Milan And his more braver daughter could control thee, If now 't were fit to do't. At the first sight They have changed eyes.-Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this.-[To FER.] A word, good sir; I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Mir. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first That e'er I sigh'd for. Pity move my father 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 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. 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. Pros. [To FER.] Follow me. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come; husks Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow. Fer. I will resist such entertainment, till Mine enemy has more power. No; [He draws, and is charmed from moving. Mir. O, dear father, What! I say: Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle and not fearful. Pros. Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward, Mir. Pros. Hence! hang not on my garments. Mir. Beseech you, father! Sir, have pity. 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. Mir. My affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man. Pros. [To FER.] 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. |