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Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, Cock-a-doodle-do.

Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air or the earth?

It sounds no more ;—and sure it waits upon
Some god o' the island. Sitting on a bank
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion
With its sweet air: thence I have followed it,
Or it hath drawn me rather.-But 't is gone.-
No, it begins again.

ARIEL sings.

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change

·Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

[Burden. Ding-dong.

Hark! now I hear them,-Ding-dong, bell.

Fer. The ditty does remember my drowned father.

This is no mortal business, nor no sound

That the earth owes:- -I hear it now above me.

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance

And say what thou seest yond.2

Mira.

What is't? a spirit?

Weeping again.] Weeping against, deploring.

2 What thou seest yond.] Yond, for beyond, as an adverb, is not often met with. It occurs in Milton's Il Penseroso, 'Him that yond soars on golden wing.'

Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave' form :-but 'tis a spirit.

Pro. No, wench: it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stained With grief that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,

And strays about to find them.

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As my soul prompts it-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this.

Fer.

Most sure, the goddess
On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe my prayer
May know if you remain upon this island;

And that you will some good instruction give
How I may bear me here: my prime request,
Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
If you be maid or no.

Mira.

But certainly a maid.

Fer.

No wonder, sir;

My language! heavens !

I am the best of them that speak this speech,

Were I but where 'tis spoken.

How! the best?

Pro.
What wert thou if the king of Naples heard thee?
Fer. A single thing,2 as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me ;

1 Brave.] Fine, gallant.

2 A single thing.] One person only. Ferdinand means that he is himself the king of Naples, his father, Alonso, as he supposes, being drowned.

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And that he does I weep: myself am Naples ;
Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld
The king my father wrecked.

Mira.

Alack, for mercy!

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

Pro. [Aside.]

The duke of Milan

And his more braver daughter could control thee,1
If now 'twere fit to do't.-At the first sight
They have changed eyes: 2-Delicate Ariel,
I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good sir;
I fear you have done yourself some wrong:

:3 a word.

1 His more braver daughter, &c.] Ferdinand having just referred to Antonio as duke of Milan, and his brave son (of whom, by the way, we find no other mention in the play), Prospero means that himself and Miranda, a braver (i.e. finer) offspring than Antonio's son, could control Ferdinand in reference to the assertion that the duke of Milan was drowned.

To control is to contradict, to show to the contrary. This report was controlled to be false.' Fuller's Holy War, iv. 6.

2 Changed eyes.] Exchanged glances of love. Sandys, in his Commentary on Ovid, Met. iv. thus accounts for the love at first sight between Perseus and Andromeda: 'For certain subtile rays expiring from within the heart, where the hottest and sweetest of the vital blood hath a residence, dart from the eyes of the beautiful into the eyes of the admiring beholder, and penetrating from thence into the heart, inflames it forthwith with ardent affection; wherein the sudden glances and dartings are more powerful than long gazing.'

'It appears to me,' says Coleridge, that in all cases of real love it is at one moment that it takes place. That moment may have been prepared by previous esteem, admiration, or even affection,—yet love seems to require a momentary act of volition, by which a tacit bond of devotion is imposed-a bond not to be thereafter broken without violating what should be sacred in our nature.'

3 Done yourself some wrong.] Represented yourself falsely. So in the Merry Wives, iii. 3, 'This is not well, Master Ford, this wrongs you.'

Mira. [Aside.] Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first

That e'er I sighed for: pity move my father

To be inclined my way!

Fer.

And

your

!

O, if a virgin,

affection not gone forth, I'll make you

The queen of Naples !

Pro.

Soft, sir; one word more

[Aside.] They are both in either's powers; but this swift

business

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,1 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 a house,2

Good things will strive to dwell with't.

Follow me.

[TO FERD.

Pro.
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
The fresh-brook mussels, withered roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

Fer.

I will resist such entertainment, till

No;

Mine enemy has more power. [He draws, and is charmed

from moving.

xlii.

As a spy.] Compare Joseph's treatment of his brethren. Gen.

2 Have so fair a house.] Perhaps alluding to Luke xi. 24.

Mira.

O dear father,

Make not too rash a trial of him, for

He's gentle, and not fearful.1

Pro.

What! I say,

My foot my tutor !-Put thy sword up, traitor;

Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy conscience Is so possessed with guilt: come from thy ward; 2

For I can here disarm you with this stick,

And make thy weapon drop.

Mira.

Pro. Hence! hang not on my garments.

Mira.

I'll be his surety.

Pro.

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!
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.

Thy nerves are in their infancy again,

Come on; obey:

[To FERD.

So they are:

And have no vigour in them.

Fer.

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

1 He's gentle, &c.] He is noble and not of a timid or succumbing temper. Miranda fears what may happen to a man of such spirit as Ferdinand, who, she probably thinks, would rather die than yield to the indignity her father has threatened.

2 Come from thy ward.] Leave thy posture of defence.

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