One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, With words that made them known: But thy vile race, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. Caliban. 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! Prospero. Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Caliban. No, 'pray thee! I must obey: his heart is of such power, Prospero. [A side. Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing; Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere [dispersedly. Ferdinand. Where should this musick be? i' the air, or the earth? It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon ARIEL sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; Hark! now I hear them,―ding-dong, bell. [Burden, ding-dong. Ferdinand. The ditty does remember my drown'd father: This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes: 8-I hear it now above me. Prospero. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance And say, what thou seest yond'. Miranda. What is't? a spirit? See how it looks about! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form:-But 'tis a spirit. Prospero. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses 8 Owns. As we have, such: This gallant which thou seest, And strays about to find them. Miranda. I might call him [Aside. A thing divine; for nothing natural Prospero. It goes on, As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this. Ferdinand. Most sure the goddess Miranda. Ferdinand. No wonder, sir; My language; heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, How! the best? Prospero. What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? Ferdinand. 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: myself am Naples; Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck'd. Miranda. Alack, for mercy! Ferdinand. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan, And his brave son being twain. Prospero. The duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could control thee, 9 Confute. I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good sir; I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father Ferdinand. O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Prospero. Soft, sir; one word more.They are both in either's powers; but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [Aside. 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 to win it From me, the lord on't. Ferdinand. No, as I am a man. · Miranda. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair an house, Good things will strive to dwell with't. Prospero. Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be What, I say, Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle, and not fearful.1 Prospero. My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor; For I can here disarm thee with this stick, Miranda. Beseech you father! Prospero. Hence; hang not on my garments. Miranda. I'll be his surety. Prospero. Sir, have pity; Silence: one word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he, And they to him are angels. Miranda. My affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man. Prospero. Come on; obey: [To FERDINAND. Thy nerves are in their infancy again, So they are: Ferdinand. Prospero. -Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-Follow me.— It works: [To FERDINAND and MIRANDA. [TO ARIEL Be of comfort; Hark, what thou else shalt do me. Miranda. My father's of a better nature, sir, Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Prospero. Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds: but then exactly do |