Who hadft deferu'd more then a prison. Cal. You taught me Language; and my profit on't Prof. To answer other bufineffe! Shrug'ft thou (Malice) ? What I command, Ile racke thee with old Crampes, That beafts fhall tremble at thy dyn! Cal. Pro. 364 368 No, 'pray thee! 372 So, flaue! hence! [Exit CAL. Enter FERDINAND; & ARIEL, inuifible, playing & finging. Ariel. [Song.] Come vnto thefe yellow fands, and then take hands; Curtfied when you haue, and kift the wilde waues whift! Foote it featly heere and there, 375 378 and, fweete Sprights, beare the burthen! 1 [Burthen, dispersedly.] Harke, harke! bowgh wawgh! The watch-Dogges barke, bowgh-wawgh! Ar. Hark, hark, I heare, the flraine of ftrutting Chanticlere cry, Cockadidle-dowe!' Fer. Where fhold this Mufick be? 385 I'th aire, or th'earth > It founds no more: and, fure, it waytes vpon 389 (Or it hath drawne me rather ;) but 'tis gone! [Musick. 393 No! it begins againe ! 1 The rhythm shows that the order of the words is not to be alterd for ryme's sake. Ariell. [Song.] Full fadom fiue thy Father lies: Of his bones are Corrall made : Sea-Nimphs hourly ring his knell : 397 398 400 [Burthen :] ding dong! Harke! now I heare them: ding-dong, bell! 402 Fer. The Ditty do's remember my drown'd Father! This is no mortall bufines, nor no found That the earth owes 1: I heare it now aboue me. 405 [It dies. Pro. [to MIR.] The fringed Curtaines of thine eye aduance, And fay what thou fee'ft yond! Mira. Pro. No, wench! it eats, and fleeps, & hath such senses As we haue: such! This Gallant which thou seest, Was in the wracke: and, but hee's fomething ftain'd 409 With greefe, (that's beauties canker,) thou might'ft call him A goodly perfon: he hath loft his fellowes, And strayes about to finde 'em. Mir. A thing diuine; for nothing naturall, I euer faw fo Noble. Pro. [aside] I might call him It goes on, I fee, Moft fure, the Goddeffe 414 417 As my foule prompts it! Spirit, fine fpirit! Ile free thee Within two dayes for this! Fer. [aside] 421 On whom these ayres attend! [To MIR.] Vouchsafe, my pray'r Mir. No 'wonder', Sir! 425 But certainly a ' Mayd'. Fer. My Language! Heauens! I am the best of them that speake this speech, How? the best? Pro. Alacke, for mercy! Mir. Pro. [aside] 429 433 The Duke of Millaine, 436 And his more brauer daughter, could controll thee, If now 'twere fit to do't. They haue chang'd eyes! Ile fet thee free for this!) At the first sight (¶ Delicate Ariel, [To FER.] A word, good Sir! 440 I feare you haue done your felfe some wrong: A word! Mir. [aside] Why speakes my father so vngently? This Is the third man that ere I faw: the first That ere I figh'd for. Pitty moue my father To be enclin'd my way! Fer. O, if a Virgin, And your affection not gone forth, Ile make you Pro. 444 446 Soft fir, one word more! [bufines, [Aside] They are both in eythers pow'rs! But this swift I muft vneafie make, least too light winning [thee 451 Make the prize light. [To FER.] One word more! I charge From me, the Lord on't. Fer. No! as I am a man! Mir. Ther's nothing ill, can dwell in such a Temple! 455 If the ill-fpirit haue fo fayre a house, Good things will ftriue to dwell with't. Pro. [to FER.] Follow me! [To MIR.] Speake not you for him! hee's a Traitor! ¶ Come, Ile manacle thy necke and feete together! Sea water fhalt thou drinke! thy food shall be The fresh-brooke Muffels, wither'd roots, and huskes Fer. I will refift fuch entertainment, till Mira. No! 459 463 [He drawes, and is charmed from mouing. O deere Father! Make not too rafh a triall of him! for Hee's gentle, and not fearfull. Prof. What, I fay! My foote, my Tutor! ¶ Put thy sword vp, Traitor! Who mak'ft a fhew, but dar'ft not ftrike: thy conscience Mira. 467 [PROS. touches FER.S sword. It drops. Befeech you, Father! 471 Prof. Hence! hang not on my garments! Mira. [seizes his Mantle. Sir, haue pity! Ile be his furety! Prof. Silence! One word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee! What! An aduocate for an Impoftor? Hush! 475 Thou think'ft there is no more fuch fhapes as he, (Hauing feene but him and Caliban :) Foolish wench! To th'moft of men, this is a Caliban, And they to him are Angels! Mira. My affections 479 Are then moft humble: I haue no ambition To see a goodlier man. My spirits, as in a dreame, are all bound vp: 459. Speake] Pros. Speake F. My Fathers loffe, the weaknesse which I feele, 487 490 It workes! [To FER.] Come on! (Thou haft done well, fine Ariell !) [To FER.] Follow me! ([TO ARI.] Harke what thou else shalt do mee!) Mira. My Fathers of a better nature, (Sir,) Be of comfort! 494 Thou shalt be as free Then he appeares by speech: this is vnwonted, (Prof. [to ARI.] As mountaine windes! but then exactly do All points of my command. Ariell. To th'fyllable!) [Exeunt. 499 Prof. [to FER.] Come, follow! [To MIR.] Speake not for him. Actus Secundus. Scoena Prima. The Iland. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTHONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. Gonz. Beseech you, Sir, be merry! You haue cause I (So haue we all) of ioy; for our escape Is much beyond our loffe. Our hint of woe Is common: euery day, some Saylors wife, 4 The Mafters of fome Merchant, and the Merchant, Haue iuft our Theame of woe: But for the miracle, 8 Alonf. Prethee, peace! Seb. He receiues comfort like cold porredge! Ant. The Vifitor will not giue him ore fo. Seb. Looke! hee's winding vp the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike. 13 |