One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
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
Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
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 ride you,
For learning me your language!
Prospero.

Hag-seed, hence!
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best,
To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
If thou neglect'st, 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.
Caliban.

No, 'pray thee! —
I must obey: his heart is of such power, [A side.
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.
Prospero.

So, slave; hence!

[Exit CALIBAN. Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing;

FERDINAND following him.

ARIEL's Song
Come unto these yellow sands

And then take hands :
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,

(The wild waves whist")
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

Hark, hark!
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

[dispersedly.
The watch-dogs bark:
Destroy.

Being stilled, silenced.

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Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

[dispersedly. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere

Cry, cock-a-doodle-doo.
Ferdinand. Where should this musick be? i' the air,

or the earth?
It sounds no more :—and sure, it waits upon
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This musick crept by me upon the waters;
Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
With its sweet air; thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather:-But 'tis 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:
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

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It goes on,

If

As we have, such: This gallant which thou seest,
Was in the wreck; and but 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 them.
Miranda.

I might call him
A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.
Prospero.

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

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!

you be maid, or no?
Miranda.

No wonder, sir;
But, certainly a maid.
•Ferdinand.

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

How! the best?
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,
If now 'twere fit to do't:-At the first sight [4 side.
They have chang’d eyes :-Delicate Ariel,

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T'll set thee free for this !-A word, good sir;
I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word.

Miranda. 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!
Ferdinand.

0, if a virgin, And

your affection not gone forth, I'll make The queen of Naples ! 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.

Follow me.—[TO FERDINAND.
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 muscles, wither'd roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.
Ferdinand.

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

[He draws. Miranda.

O dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle, and not fearful.1
Prospero.

What, I say,
my

tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak’st a show, but dar’st not strike, thy conscience Is so possess’d with guilt: come from thy ward;2 1 Frightful.

My foot

For I can here disarm thee with this stick,
And make thy weapon drop.
Miranda.

Beseech

you

father! Prospero. Hence; hang not on my garments. Miranda.

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

Prospero. 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. 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,
And have no vigour in them.
Ferdinand.

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, or this man's threats,
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
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.
Prospero.

It works :-Come on.-
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel !—Follow me.-

[To FERDINAND and MIRANDA. Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To ARIEL Miranda.

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

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

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