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 owest not; and hast put thyself From me, the lord on 't. FER. No, as I am a man. 455 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. Follow me. 460 Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come; FER. I will resist such entertainment till Mine enemy has more power. MIR. No; 465 [Draws, and is charmed from moving. O dear father, Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle and not fearful. What, I say, PROS. Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy conscience Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward, And make thy weapon drop. MIR. PROS. Hence! hang not on my garments. 471 Beseech you, father. Sir, have pity; I'll be his surety. PROS. Silence! one word more 475 MIR. Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he, And they to him are angels. MIR. My affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition 480 Come on; obey: To see a goodlier man. PROS. Thy nerves are in their infancy again, And have no vigour in them. FER. So they are; 485 My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats, 490 Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth, PROS. [Aside] It works. [To FER.] Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! [To FER.] Follow me. [To ARI.] Hark what thou else shalt do me. MIR. Be of comfort: 495 My father's of a better nature, sir, PROS. Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds: but then exactly do ARI. To the syllable. 500 [Exeunt. PROS. Come, follow. Speak not for him. ACT II. 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, Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, ALON. Prithee peace. 5 D SEB. He receives comfort like cold porridge. ΙΟ SEB. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike. GON. Sir, SEB. One: tell. 15 GON. When every grief is entertained that 's offered, Comes to the entertainer SEB. A dollar. GON. Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have spoken truer than you purposed. 20 SEB. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should. ANT. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! GON. Well, I have done: but yet,- SEB. He will be talking. 25 ANT. Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow? ADR. Though this island seem to be desert, 35 SEB. Ha, ha, ha! So, you're paid. ADR. Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible, SEB. Yet, ADR. Yet, ANT. He could not miss 't. 40 ADR. It must needs be of subtle, tender and delicate temperance. ANT. Temperance was a delicate wench. SEB. Ay, and a subtle, as he most learnedly delivered. 45 ANT. Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen. GON. Here is everything advantageous to life. ANT. True; save means to live. SEB. Of that there's none, or little. 50 GON. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green! ANT. The ground indeed is tawny. SEB. With an eye of green in't. ANT. He misses not much. SEB. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. 55 GON. But the rarity of it is,-which is indeed almost beyond credit, SEB. As many vouched rarities are. GON. That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and glosses, being rather new-dyed than stained with salt water. ANT. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say he lies? 66 SEB. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. GON. Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis. 71 SEB. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return. ADR. Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to their queen. GON. Not since widow Dido's time. ANT. Widow! a plague o' that! How came that widow in? widow Dido! SEB. What if he had said 'widower Eneas' too? Good Lord, how you take it! 80 ADR. 'Widow Dido' said you? you make me study of that she was of Carthage, not of Tunis. GON. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. ADR. Carthage? GON. I assure you, Carthage. SEB. His word is more than the miraculous harp; he hath raised the wall and houses too. ANT. What impossible matter will he make easy next? SEB. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket and give it his son for an apple. 91 ANT. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands. GON. Ay. ANT. Why, in good time. GON. Sir, we were talking that our garments seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. ANT. And the rarest that e'er came there. SEB. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. 100 ANT. O, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido. GON. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. ANT. That sort was well fished for. GON. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir FRAN. Sir, he may live: I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd, He came alive to land. ALON. No, no, he's gone. SEB. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great loss, That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, But rather lose her to an African: Where she at least is banish'd from your eye, Who hath cause to wet the grief on 't. ALON. Prithee, peace. SEB. You were kneel'd to and importuned otherwise By all of us, and the fair soul herself Weigh'd between loathness and obedience, at 11Ο 120 130 Which end o' the beam should bow. We have lost 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. ALON. So is the dear'st o' the loss. GON. My lord Sebastian, The truth you speak doth lack some gentleness |