Was in the wreck

and, but he's fomething ftain'd

With grief, (that's beauty's canker), thou might'st call

him

A goodly perfon. He hath loft his fellows,

And ftrays about to find 'em.

Mira. I might call him

A thing divine; for nothing natural

I ever faw fo noble.

Pro. It goes on, I see,

[Afide.

As my foul prompts it. Spirit, fine fpirit, I'll free thee Within two days for this.

Fer. Moft fure, the goddefs

On whom these ayres attend! vouchfafe, my pray'r
May know, if you remain upon this ifland;
And that you will fome good inftruction give,
How I may bear me here: my prime request
(Which I do laft pronounce) is, O you wonder !
If you be made or no?

Mira. No wonder, Sir,

But certainly a maid.

Fer. My language! heav'ns!

I am the beft of them that fpeak this fpeech,
Were I but where 'tis fpoken!

Pro. How? the best?

What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
Fer. A fingle thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;
And that he does, I weep: myfelf am Naples,
Who with mine eyes (ne'er fince at ebb) beheld
The King my father wreck'd.

Mira. Alack, for mercy!

Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan, And his brave fon, being twain.

Pro. The Duke of Milan,

And his more braver daughter, could controul thee,

If now 'twere fit to do't.

At the first fight,

They have chang'd eyes: (delicate Ariel,
I'll fet thee free for this). A word, good Sir.
I fear, you've done yourself some wrong: a word-
Mira. Why fpeaks my father fo ungently? this
Is the third man that I e'er faw; the firft
That e'er I figh'd for. Pity move my father

To be inclin'd my way!

Fer. O, if a virgin,

And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you

The Queen of Naples.

Pro. Soft, Sir: one word more.

They're both in either's power: but this swift business I must uneafy make, left too light winning

Make the prize light. Sir, one word more; I charge

thee,

That thou attend me :-
The name thou ow'ft not,
Upon this island, as a fpy,
From me, the Lord on't.

Fer. No, as I'm a man.

-thou doft here ufurp
and haft put thyself
to win it

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a temple, If the ill fpirit have so fair an house,

Good things will strive to dwell with't.

Pro. Follow me

Speak not you for him: he's a traitor. Come,
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together;

Sea-water fhalt thou drink; thy food shall be

The fresh-brook muffels, wither'd roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

Fer. No;

I will resist such entertainment, till

Mine enemy has more power.

[He draws, and is charm'd from moving.

Mira. O dear father,

Make not too rafh a trial of him; for

He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro. What, I fay,

My foot. my tutor? put thy fword up, traitor.

Who mak'ft a fhew, but dar'ft not ftrike; thy conscience

Is fo poffefs'd with guilt: come from thy ward;

For I can here difarm thee with this stick,

And make thy weapon drop.

Mira, Befeech you, father.

Pro. Hence: hang not on my garment.

Mira. Sir, have pity;

I'll be his furety.

Pro. Silence: one word more

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What,

An advocate for an impoftor? hush !

Thou think'ft there are no more fuch fhapes as he,.
Having feen but him and Caliban; foolish wench !
To th' moft of men this is a Caliban,

And they to him are angels..

Mira. My affections

Are then moft humble: I have no ambition

To fee a goodlier man.

Pro. Come on, obey;

Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
And have no vigour in them..

Fer. So they are..

My fpirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's lofs, the weakness which I feel,

The wreck of all my friends, and this man's threats,
To whom I am fubdu'd, were but light to me,
Might I but through my prifon once a day
Behold this maid: all corners elfe o' th' earth
Let liberty make ufe of; fpace enough.
Have I in fuch a prifon.

Pro. It works: come on.

(Thou haft done well, fine Ariel): follow me. Hark, what thou elfe fhalt do me.

Mira. Be of comfort,

[Tos Ariel.

This is unwonted,

My father's of a better nature, Sir,
Than he appears by fpeech.
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 th' fyllable.

Pro. Come, follow: fpeak not for him.. [Exeunt.,

Another part of the island.

Enter Alonfo, Sebaftian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francifco, and others.

Gott

B

Efeech you, Sir, be merry: you have caufe (So have we all) of joy! for our escape:

Is much beyond our lofs; our stint of woe.

Is common; every day, fome failor's wife,

The mafters of fome merchant, and the merchant,
Have juft our theme of woe: but for the miracle,
(I mean our prefervation) few in millions

Can fpeak like us: then wifely, good Sir, weigh
Our forrow with our comfort.

Alon. Pr'ythee, peace *.

[Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Ant. The 'vifer will not give o'er fo.

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.

Seb. A dollor.

Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have fpoken truer than you propos'd.

Seb. You have taken it wifelier than I meant you fhould.

Gon. Therefore, my Lord

Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift 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, firft 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 defart-
Seb. Ha,, ha, ha ;-So, you're paid.

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inacceffible

* All this that follows after the words Pr'ythee, peace. -to the words, You cram these words, &c. feems to have been interpolated, (perhaps by the players); the verfes there.beginning again; and all that is between in profe not only being very impertinent stuf but most improper and ill-placed drollery, in the mouths of unhappy fhepwrecked people. There is more of the fame fort interspersed in the remaining part of the fcene, Pope.

3

Seb. Yet

Adr. Yet

Ant. He could not miss't.

Adr. It must needs be of fubtle, tender, and delicate temperance.

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. Ay, and a fubtle, as he most learnedly deliver'd.

Adr. The air breathes upon us here moft 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, fave means to live.

Seb. Of that there's none or little.

Gon. How lush and lufty the grafs looks? how

green ?

Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.

Seb. With an eye

of

green in't.

Ant. He miffes not much.

Seb. No he does but mistake the truth totally. Gon. But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almoft beyond credit

Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

Gon. That our garments being (as they were) drench'd in the fea, hold notwithstanding their freshnefs and gloffes; being rather new-dy'd, than stain'd with falt water.

Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not fay, he lyes?

Seb. Ay, or very falfely pocket up his report.

Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on firft in Afric, at the marriage of the King's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.

Seb. 'Twas a fweet marriage,, and we profper well in our return.

Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with fuch a paragon to their Queen.

Gon. Not fince widow Dido's time.

Ant. Widow, a pox o' that: how came that widow in? widow Dido?

Seb. What if he had faid, widower Æneas too? Good Lord, how you take it!