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(Tho’thou didst learn) had that in't, which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou Deservedly confin’d into this rock.

Cal. You taught me language, and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curse: the red-plague rid you
For learning me your language!

Pro. Hag-feed, hence!
Fetch us in fewel, and be quick (thou 'wert best)
To answer other business. Shrug'lt thou, malice?
If thou neglect'ft, or dost unwillingly
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar,
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

Cal. No, pray thee.
I must obey, his art is of such pow'r
It would controul my dam's god Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.
Pro. So, nave, hence !

[Exit Caliban. S C Ε Ν Ε V.

Enter Ferdinand, and Ariel invisible, playing and singing:

Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take bands:
Curthed when you have and kist;

The wild waves whist;
Foot it featly here and there,
And sweet sprites the burthen bear.

[Burthen dispersedly. Hark, hark, bough-wawgh: the watch-dogs bark,

Ari. Hark, hark, I hear

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


Fer. Where should this Musick be? in air, or earth?
It sounds no more, and sure it waits upon
Some God o'th' INand. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping against the King my father's wreck,
This musick crept by me upon the waters
Allaying both their fury and my passion,
With it's sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather-but 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.


Full fathom five thy father lyes,

Of bis bones are coral made :
Those are pearls that were his eyes,

Nothing of bim that doth fade,
But dotb Juffer a sea-change,
Into something rich and strange.

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell.
Hark, now I hear them, ding-dong bell


[Burthen: ding, dong,
Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father ;
This is no mortal business, nor no found
That the earth owns: I hear it now above me.

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Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
And say what thou seest yond.

Mira. What is't, a spirit?
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 seeft
Was in the wreck: and, bụt he's something stain'd
With grief (that's beauty's canker) thou might'st call him
A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows,
And strays about to find 'em.


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Mira. I might call him
A thing divine, for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.
Pro. It goes on,

[Afde. I see, as my soul prompts it. ?'' Spirit, I'll free thee Within two days for this.

Fer. Most sure the goddess
On whom these ayres attend! vouchsafe my pray’r
May know if you remain upon this Iand,
And that you will fome good instruction give
How I may bear me here : my prime request
(Which I do last pronounce) is, you wonder!
If you be made or no?

Mira. No wonder, Sir,
But certainly a maid.

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

Pro. How? the best?
What wert thou if the King of Naples heard thee?

Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me ;
And that he does, I weep: my self am Naples,
Who, with mine eyes, (ne'er since 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 son, being twain.

Pro. The Duke of Milan
And his more braver daughter could controll thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't:At the first sight
They have chang'd eyes: (delicate Ariel,
I'll set thee free for this.) A word, good Sir,
I fear you've done yourself some wrong: a word.

Mira. Why speaks my Father so ungently? this
Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first
That e'er I figh'd for. Pity move my father

Το 2 Spirit, fine fpirit, I'll free thee

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 uneasie make, left too light winning
Make the prize light. Sir, one word more; I charge theo

[TO Ariel. That thou attend me, thou dost here usurp The name thou ow'st not, and haft put thyself Upon this Inand, as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on't.

Fer. No, as I'm a man.

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

Pro. Follow me.
Speak you not 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 muscles, wither'd roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow

For. No,
I will resist such entertainment, 'till
Mine enemy has more power.

[He draws, and is charmed from moving.
Mira. O dear father,
Make not too rash a tryal of him ; for
He's gentle, 3 'tho' not fearful.

Pro. What I say, My foot my tutor? put thy sword up, traitor, , Who mak'st a shew, but dar’st not strike ; thy conscience Is + 'all posseft with guilt: come from thy ward, For I can here disarm thee with this stick, And make thy weapon drop.

Mira. Besecch you, father.

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Pro. Hence : hang not on my garment.

Mira. Sir, have pity;
I'll be his surety.

Pro. 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 th' 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. 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,
The wreck of all my friends, and 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.

Pro. It works: come on.
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel : follow me.
Hark what thou elfe fhalt do me.

Mira. Be of comfort,
My father's of a better nature, Sir,
Than he appears by speech : this is unwonted
Which now came from him.

Pro. Thou shalt be as free
As mountain winds, but then exactly do
All points of my

Āri. To th' syllable.
Pro. Come follow : speak not for him. (Exeunt.

[To Ariel.


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