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MIR.

My affections

Are then most humble; I have no ambition

To see a goodlier man.

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.

My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,

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The wrack of all my friends, nor2 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' th' earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I in such a prison.

PROS. [Aside.]

It works. [To Fer.] Come on.

Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! [To Fer.] Follow me.

[To Ariel] Hark what thou else shalt do me.

MIR.

Be of comfort

t;

My father's of a better nature, sir,
Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted

Which now came from him.

Nerves, sinews, as always in Shakspere.

2 Nor, we should have expected and, as Rowe, prints following Dryden's version, or else or, as Capell, but Sir Philip Perring (Hard Knots in Shakespeare, 2nd ed., p. 14) well suggests that the confusion may be intentional in order to mark the sudden change which had come

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over Ferdinand at the wave of Prospero's wand: "From a man confused what can we expect but confused utterances? Otherwise we must suppose with Wright, that Shakespeare originally had in his mind to use some such word heavy (in which case the neither before "My father's loss, is understood,") and then substituted but light.

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PROS.

Thou shalt be as free

As mountain winds: but then exactly do

All points of my cominand.

ARI.

To th' syllable.

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PROS. Come, follow. Speak not for him. [Exeunt.

Jet 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, 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 masters of some merchant,2 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.

Prithee, peace.

SEB. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
ANT. The visitor3 will not give him o'er so.

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SEB. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit: by and by it will strike.

GON. Sir,

1 Hint, occasion, cp. 2, 134:

'It is a hint

That wrings mine eyes to 't.'
2 Merchant, merchantman.

8 The visitor. Gonzalo. who is administering comfort like one who visits the sick.

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GON. Dolour comes to him,indeed: you have spoken truer than you purpos'd.

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SEB. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.

GON. Therefore, my lord,—

ANT. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! ALON. I' prithee, spare.

GON. Well, I have done: but yet,—

SEB. He will be talking.2

ANT. Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager,

first begins to crow?

SEB. The old cock.

ANT. The cockerel.

SEB. Done. The wager?

ANT. A laughter.

SEB. A match3!

ADR. Though this island seem to be desert,

SEB. Ha, ha, ha!

ANT. So, you're paid."

1 One, Rolfe suggests that there may be a play on one and on (i.e., go on, the two words being in Shakspere's day pronounced alike.

2 So Dogberry says of Verges in Much Ado iii., 5, 36, "A good old

man, sir; he will be talking."
3 A match! i.e., agreed!

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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 subtle, tender and

delicate temperance.1

ANT. Temperance was a delicate wench.

SEB. Ay, and a subtle 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.3

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,—

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