Which I do last pronounce, is, If you be maid or no? Mir. But certainly a maid. Fer. No wonder, sir; -- My language! heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Pros. 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, They have chang'd eyes. - Delicate Ariel, A word, good sir; I fear you've done yourself some wrong: a word. That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Pros. Soft, sir! one word more. - [Aside] They're both in either's powers: but this swift busi ness I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light. 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 Fer. No, as I'm 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. Follow me. [To Fer. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. I'll manacle thy neck and feet together: The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks Pros. What, I say, My fool my tutor! Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy conscience For I can here disarm thee with this stick, And make thy weapon drop. Mir. Pros. Hence! hang not on my garments. I'll be his surety. Pros. 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 are no more such shapes as he, Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench! And they to him are angels. Mir. My affections Are, then, most humble; I have no ambition Pros. 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. Pros. [aside] Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! [To Fer. It works. Come on. [To Fer. Be of comfort; Hark what thou else shalt do me. Mir. My father's of a better nature, sir, Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted Pros. Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds: but then exactly do Pros. Come, follow. - Speak not for him. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Another part of the island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, Gon. Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause So have we all of joy; for our escape Is common; every day some sailor's wife, The master of some merchant, and the merchant, Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Alon. 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 Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have spoken truer than you purposed. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should. Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Alon. I prithee, spare. Gon. Seb. He will be talking. Well, I have done: but yet, Ant. Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow? Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, 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. Ant. Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Seb. Of that there's none, or little. Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green! Seb. With an eye of green in't. Ant. He misses not much. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. 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 gloss, being rather new-dyed than stained with salt water. Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say he lies? 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. 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 pox o' that! How came that widow in? widow Dido! Seb. What if he had said "widower Æneas" too? Good Lord, how you take it! |