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Fer.

Pros.

My language! heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken.

How? the best? What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee? Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders 432 To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me ; And that he does I weep. Myself am Naples, Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld 435 The King my father wreck'd.

Mir.

Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan And his brave son being twain.

Pros.

[Aside.] The Duke of Milan

At the first sight
Delicate Ariel,

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And his more braver daughter could control thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't.
They have chang'd eyes.
I'll set thee free for this.

sir;

[To Fer.] A word, good

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I fear you have done yourself some wrong; a word. Mir. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first That e'er I sigh'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.

Pros.

Soft, sir! one word more.

Fer.

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

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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.

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No, as I am a man.

Mir. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with't.

Pros.

Follow me.

Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come, 460
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together.

Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be

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

Fer.

No;

I will resist such entertainment till
Mine enemy has more power.

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Mir.

Pros.

He draws, and is charmed from moving.
O dear father,

Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle and not fearful.

What! I say;

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

Mir.

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

science

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Is so possess'd with guilt. Come from thy ward,
For I can here disarm thee with this stick

And make thy weapon drop.

Pros. Hence! hang not on my garments.

Mir.

I'll be his surety.

Pros.

Beseech you, father.

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Mir.

Pros.

Fer.

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
An advocate for an impostor! hush!

Thou think'st there is 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.

My affections
Are then most humble; I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.

Come on; obey.
Thy nerves are in their infancy again
And have no vigour in them.

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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, nor this man's threats,
To whom I am subdu'd, are but light to me,

Pros.

Mir.

Pros.

Ari.

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.

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[Aside.] It works. [To Fer.] Come on.

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

Follow me.

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

Be of comfort;

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This is unwonted

My father's of a better nature, sir,

Than he appears by speech.

Which now came from him.

[To Ari.] Thou shalt be as free

As mountain winds; but then exactly do
All points of my command.

To the syllable. 500

Pros. [To Mir. and Fer.] Come, follow. Speak not for

him.

Exeunt.

ACT SECOND

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

Alon.

Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe
Is common; every day some sailor's wife,

The masters of some merchant, and the merchant 5
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.

Prithee, peace.

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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;

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Gon. When every grief is entertain'd that's offer'd,

Comes to the entertainer

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