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.

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:

If the ill spirit have so fair an house,
Good things will strive to do well with't.
Pro. [To Ferd.] Follow me.-

Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come,
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be

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The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks

Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.

Fer. No;

I will resist such entertainment, 'till

Mine enemy has more power.

Mira. Ó dear father,

Make not too rash a trial of him, for

He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro. What, I say,

[He draws.

My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor!

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Who mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike, thy con

science

Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward;
For I can here disarm thee with this stick,

And make thy weapon drop.

Mira. Beseech you, father!

Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments,

Mira.

Mira. Sir, have pity;

I'll be his surety.

Pro. Silence: one word more

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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!
To the most of men this is a Caliban,

And they to him are angels.

Mira. My affections

Are then most humble; I have no ambition

To see a goodlier man.

Pro. Čome on; obey: [To FERDINAND.] 640 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.
My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats,
To whom I am subdu'd, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I, in such a prison.

Pro. It works :

Come on.

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[To ARIEL.] Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!

Follow me.

Hark, what thou else shalt do me.

Mira. Be of comfort;

My father's of a better nature, sir,

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Than

Than he appears by speech; 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.

Ari. To the syllable.

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Pró. Come, follow: Speak not for him. [Exeunt.

ACT II. SCENE I.

Another Part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTHONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.

Gonzalo.

have cause

BESEE
SEECH YOU
sir, be merry: you
(So have we all) of joy; for our escape
Is much beyond our loss: Our hint of woe
Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,
The master of some merchant, and the merchant,
Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle,
I mean our preservation, few in millions

Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
Our sorrow with our comfort.

Alon. Pr'ythee, peace.

Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.

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 entertained, that's offer'd, Comes to the entertainer

Seb. A dollar.

: you

have spo

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Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed:

ken truer than you propos'd.

Seb. You have taken it wisely than I meant you

should.

Therefore, my lord,

Ant. Fie, what a spend-thrift is he of his tongue!
Alon. I pr'ythee, spare.

Gon. Well, I have done: But yet

Seb. He will be talking.

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. Though this island seem to be desert,

Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

Ant. So, you've pay'd.

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,

Seb. Yet,

Adr. Yet,

Ant. He could not miss't.

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Adr. It must needs be of subtile, tender, and de

licate temperance.

Ant.

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Seb. Ay, and a subtile; as he most learnedly deliver'd.

Adr. The air breathes upon us here most 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; save means to live.

Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

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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. Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is, indeed, almost beyond credit)

Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

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Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drench'd in the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, than stain'd 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. Methink, 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,

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Seb.