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(Of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle -
Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing Dost thou attend me?
Of whence I am; nor that I an niore better Mira, Sir, most heedfully.
Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell, Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits,
And thy no greater father.

How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom
Mira. More to know

To trash for over-topping; new created Did never meddle with my thonglits.

The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang’d them,
Pro. 'Tis time

Or else new form’d them: having both the key
I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, of officer and office, set all hearts
And pluck my magic garment from me. — So; To what tune pleas’d his ear; that now he was

(Luys down his manile. The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, Liethere my art.-Wipethou thinc eyes; have com ort. And suck'd my verdure out on’t. - Thou attend'st not ;

I
The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd pray

thee, mark me.
The
very virtue of compassion in thee,

Mira. O, good sir, I do. I have with such provision in mine art

Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate So safely order'd, that there is no soul

To closeness, and the bettering of my mind No, not so much perdition as an hair,

With that, which, but by being so retir'd, Betid to any creature in the vessel

O’er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit Awak'd an evil nature ; and my trust, down;

Like a good parent, did beget of him For thon must now know further.

A falsehood, in its contrary as great Mira. You have often

As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp’d, A confidence sans bound. Ile, being thus lordod, And left me to a bootless inquisition;

Not only with what my revenue yielded, Concluding, Stay, not yet.

But what my power might clse exact, – like one, Pro. The hour's now come:

Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;

Made such a sinner of his memory, Obey, and be attentive! Cu'st thou remember To credit his own lie, - he did believo A time before we came into this cell?

lle was the duke; out of the substitution, I do not think thou can'st; for then thou wast not And executing the outward face of royalty, Out three years old.

With all prerogative: — Hence his ambition Mira. Certainly, sir, I can.

Growing, - Dost hear? Pro. By what? by any other house, or person?

Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Of any thing the image tell me, that

Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd Hath kept with thy remembrance.

And him he played it for, he needs will be Mira. 'Tis far ofl';

Absolute Milan : Me, poor man!- my library
And rather like a dream than an assurance,

Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties
That my remembrance warrants: llad I not He thinks me now incapable: confederates
l'our or five women once, that tended me? (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples,
Pro. Thou had’st, and more, Miranda : But how is it, To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else Subject his coronet to the crown, and bend
In the dark backward and abysm of time? The dukedom, yet uubow'd, (alas! poor Milan !)
If thon remember'st aught, ere thou cam'st here,

To most ignoble stooping.
How thon cam’st here, thou may'st.

Mira. 0, the heavens !
Mira. But that I do not.

Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me,
Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve years since, If this might be a brother.
Thy father was the duke of Milan, and

Mira. I should sin
A prince of power.

To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Mira. Sir, are not you my father?

Good wombs have borne bad sons.
Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtne, and Pro. Now the condition.
She said — thou wast my daughter; and thy father This king of Naples, being an enemy
Was duke of Milan; and his only heir

To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
A princess; - no worse issued.

Which was, that he in lieu o'the premises,
Mira, 0, the heavens!

Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,
What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Should presently extirpate me and mine
Or blessed was't, we did?

Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan,
Pro. Both, both, my girl :

With all the honours, ou my brother : Whereon,
By foul play, as thou say’st, were we heard thence; A treacherous army levied, one midnight
But blessedly holp hither.

Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open
Mira. O, my heart bleeds

The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness,
To think o'the teen that I have turn'd yon to, The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
Which is from my remembrance ! Please you, further. Me, and thy crying self.

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle callid Antonio, Mira. Alack, for pity!
I pray thee, mark me, – that a brother should I, not rememb’ring how I cried out then,
Be so perfidious! - he, whom next thyself

Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint,
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put

That wrings mine eyes.
The manage of my state; as, at that time,

Pro. Hcar a little further,
Through all the signiories it was the first, And then I'll bring thee to the present business,
And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed Which now's upon us; without the which, this story
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,

Were most impertinent.
Without a parallel; those being all my study, Mira. Wherefore did they not
The government I cast upon my brother,

That hour destroy us?
Indio my state grew stranger, being transported, Pro. Well demanded, wench;

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o! And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncleDost thou attend me?

Mira, Sir, most beedfully.
Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits,
How to deny them ; whom to advance, and whom
To trash for over-topping; new created

The creatures that si ere mine ; I say, or chang'd them,
Oz else new form'd them: having both the key
Of officer and office, set all hearts
To what tune pleas'd his ear; that now he was

The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, t. And such'd my verdure out on t.- Thou attend'st not ; pray

thec, mack me.
Bıra. 0, good sir, I do.
Pro. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
With that, which, but by being so retir'd,

O'er-priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother Sit Awak'd an evil nature ; and my trust,

Like a good parent, did beget of him A falsehood, in its contrary as great As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, A confidence sans bound. Ile, being thus lorded, Not only with what my revenue yielded, But what my power might else exact, – like one, Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, Made such a sinner of his memory, To credit his own lie, – he did believo He was the duke; out of the substitution, And executing the outward face of royalty,

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My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not; And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set

Of'sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptur A mark so bloody on the business ; but

Seem'i to besiege, and mak: his bold waves tre With colours fairer painted their foul ends. Yea, his dread trident shake. In few, they hurried ns aboard a bark ;

Pro. My Lravo spirit! Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,

Would not infect his reason? Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats

Ari. Not a soul Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd To cry to the sea, that roar'd to us; to sigh Some tricks of desperation : All, but mariner To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the ve Did us but loving wrong,

Then all a-fire with me: the king's son,

Ferdi Mira. Alack! what trouble

With hair up-staring, (then like reeds, not Was I then to you!

Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is e Pro. O! a cherubim

And all the devils are here. Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile, Pro. Why, that's my spirit! Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

But was not this nigh shore? When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Ari. Close by, my master. Under my burden groan'd; which rais’d in me Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? An undergoing stomach, to bear up

Ari. Not a hair perish'd; Against what should ensue.

On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Mira. How came we ashore?

But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st Pro. By Providence divine,

In troops I have dispers’d them 'bout the isle Some food we had, and some fresh water, that The king's son have I landed by himself"; A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Whom I left, cooling of the air with sighs, Out of his charity, (who being then appointed In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting, Master of this design,) did give us ; with

llis arıns in this sad knot, Rich garments, linens, stut's, and necessaries, Pro. Of the king's ship, Which since have steaded muchíso, of his gentleness, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos’d, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, And all the rest o' the fleet? From my own library, with volumes that Ari. Safely in harbour I priz'd above my dukedom.

Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where Mira. 'Would I might

Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew But ever see that man!

From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid Pro. Now I arise:

The mariners all under hatches stow'd ; Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Whom, with a charm join'd to their sutler'd lal Here in this island we arriv'd; and here

I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the flee Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit Which I dispers’d, they all have met again; Than other prioces can, that have more time And are upon the Mediterranean flote, For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Bound sadly home for Naples ; Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck

And his great person perish. (For still’tis beating in my mind,) your reason

Pro. Ariel, thy charge For raising this sea-storm?

Exactly is perform’d; but there's more work: Pro. Know thus far forth.

What is the time o' the day? By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune, Ari. Past the mid season. Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies

Pro. At least two glasses : The time 'twixt six Brought to this shore: and by my prescience

now, I find my zenith doth depend upon

Must by us both be spent most preciously. A most auspicious star; whose influence

Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pa If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Let me remember thee what thou hast promis' Will ever after droop. - Here cease more questions ; Which is not yet perform’d me. Thou art inclin'd to sleep ; 'tis a good dulness, Pro. How now? moody? And give it way; I know thou can'st not choose. What is't thou can'st demand?

( Miranda sleeps. Ari. My liberty. Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;

Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
Approach, my Ariel; come.

Ari. I pray thee,
Enter ARIEL.

Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly, Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou did'st F To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

To bate me a full year. On the curl'd clouds: to thy strong bidding task Pro. Dost thou forget Ariel, and all his quality.

From what a torment I did free thee?
Pro. Hast thou, spirit,

Ari. No,
Perform’d to point the tempest that I bade thee? Pro. Thon dost: and think'st
Ari. To every article.

It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep;
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, To run upon the sharp wind of the north ;
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, To do me business in the veins o' the earth,
I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide, When it is bak'd with frost.
And burn in many places; on the top-mast,

Ari. I do not,

sir. The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou for Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the precursors The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age, O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?

With all prerogative: – Hence his ambition
Growing, - Dost hear?
Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

Pro. To have no screen between this part he play'd
And him he played it for, he needs will be

absolute Milan: Me, poor man! — my library
Was dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapable: confederates
So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples

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it, To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
Ise Subject his coronet to the crown, and bend

The dukedom, yet unbow'd, (alas! poor Milan)
To most ignoble stooping.

Mira. 0, the heavens !

Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me,
If this might be a brother.

Mira. I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Good wombs have borne bad sons.

Pro. Now the condition.
This king of Naples, being an enemy

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That wrings mine eres.

Pro. Hear a little further,
And then I'll bring thee to the present business,
Which now's upon us; without the which, this story
Were most impertinent.

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Hark in thine ear.
Pro. Thou hast: Where was she born ? speak; tell me. Ari. My lord, it shall be done.

(Exit. Ari. Sir, in Argier.

Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Pro, 0, was she so? I must,

Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,

Enter CALIBAN.
Which thou forget'st. This damu'd witch, Sycorax, Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,
To enter human hearing, from Argier,

Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,
Thou know'st, was banish’d; for one thing she did, And blister you all o'er!
They would not take her life: Is not this true? Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have
Ari. Ay, sir.

cramps,

urchins
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath
child,

Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant : As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate

Than bees that made them.
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, Cal. I must eat my dinner.
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
By help of her more potent ministers,

Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cam'st first,
And in her most unmitigable rage,

Thou strok’dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st Into a cloven pine; within which rift

give me Imprison'd, thou did'st painfully remain

Water with berries in't; and teach me how
A dozen years; within which space she died, To name the bigger light, and how the less,
And left thee there; where thon did'st vent thy groans, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island, And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
(Save for the son that she did litter here, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile;
A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with Curs'd be i that did so ! - All the charins
A human shape.

of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on yon! Ari. Yes ; Caliban, her son.

For I am all the subjects that you have,
Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Which first was mine own king: and here you sty mo
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
What torment I did find thee in; thy groans

The rest of the island.
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Pro. Thou most lying slave,
Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment

Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have us'd
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax

thee, Could not again undo; it was mine årt,

Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The pine, and let thee out.

The honour of my child.
Ari. I thank thee, master.

Cal. O ho, o ho! -'would it had been done!
Pro. If thon more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
And
peg thee in his knotty entrails, till

This isle with Calibans.
Thou hast howl’d away twelve winters.

Pro, Abhorred slave; Ari. Pardon, master :

Which any print of goodness will not take, I will be correspondent to command,

Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, And do my spiriting gently.

Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour Pro. Do so; and after two days

One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, I will discharge thee.

Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like
Ari. That's my noble master!

A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? With words that made them known: But thy vile race,
Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sca; Though thou didst learn, had that in’t, which good
Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible
To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou
And hither come in't: hence, with diligence. - Deservedly confin'd into this rock,

[Exit Ariel. Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well: Cal. You taught me language; und my profit on't
Awake!

Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid you, Mira. The strangeness of your story put

For learning me your language! Heaviness on me.

Pro. Hag-seed, hence! Pro. Shake it off': Come on;

Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice? Yields us kind answer.

If thon neglect'st, or dost unwillingly Mira. "Tis a villain, sir,

What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; I do not love to look on.

Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar,
Pro. But, as 'tis,

That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Cal. No, pray thee! -
Ketch in our wood, and serves in offices

I must obey: his art is of such power,

Aside. That profit us. —

- What ho! slave! Caliban ! It would controul my dam's god, Setebos, Thou earth, thou! speak.

And make a vassal of him. Cal. (Within.] There's wood enough within. Pro. So, slave, hence !

[Exit Caliban. Pro. Come forth, I say, there's other business for Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing and singing; Come forth, thou tortoise! when?

thee:

FERDINAND following him.
Re-enter Akiel, like a water-nymph.

ARIEL'S SONG.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,

Come unto to these yellow sands,

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. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

Enter CalibAN. ax, Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd

With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,

Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, id, And blister you all o'er! Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have

cramps, ith Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins

Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made them.

Cal. I must cat my dinner.
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thon cam’st first,
Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st mach of me; would'st

give me
Water with berries in't; and teach me how

To name the bigger light, and how the less, ins,

That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, nd, And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,

Thefresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile; h Curs'd be i that did so ! - All the charins

of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on yon! For I am all the subjects that you have,

Which first was mine own king: and here yon sty me 'st In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me

The rest of the island. asts Pro. Thou most lying slave,

And then take hands:

Mira. Alack, for mercy!
Curt'sied when you have, and kiss'd,

Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the dnke o (The wild waves whist,)

And his brave son, being twain.
Foot it featly here and there;

Pro. The duke of Milan,
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. And his more braver daughter, could contre
Hark, Hark!

If now 'twere fit to do't :--At the first sight
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

(Dispersedly. They have chang'd eyes:--Delicate Arici, The watch-dogs bark:

I'll set thee free for this ! - A word, good s Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

(Dispersedly. I fear you have done yourself some wrong; Hark, Hark! I hear

Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? The strain of strutting chanticlere

Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.

That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father, Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or To be inclin’d my way! the earth?

Fer, 0, if a virgin,
It sounds no more:

and
sure,

And your affection not gone forth, I'll make
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, The queen of Naples.
Weeping again the king my father's wreck, Pro. Soft, sir; one word more. -
This musick crept by me upon the waters; They are both in either's powers: but this swi
Allaying both their fury, and my passion,

siness With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [Or it hath drawn me rather: But 'tis gone. Make the prize light. -- One word more, I charge No, it begins again.

That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp Ariel sings.

The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyse Full fathom five thy father lies;

Upon this island, as a spy, to win it
of his bones are coral made;

From me, the lord on't.
Those are pearls that were his eyes:

Fer. No, as I am a man.
Nothing of him that doth fade,

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a ter
But doth suffer a sea-change

If the ill spirit have so fair an house,
Into something rich and strange,

Good things will strive to dwell with't.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

Pro, Follow me. —

[TO Hark! now I hear them, - ding-dong, bell. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. - Com

[Burden, ding-dong. I'll manacle thy neck and feet together : Fer. The ditty does remember my drown’d father :- Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be This is no mortal business, nor no sound

The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and I That the earth owes : - I hear it now above me Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,

Fer. No; And say, what thou seest yond'.

I will resist such entertainment, till
Mira. What is't? a spirit ?

Mine enemy has more power.
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, Mira. 0, dear father,
It carries a brave form : - But 'tis a spirit. Make not too rash a trial of him, for
Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro. What, I say,
As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, My foot my tutor ! - Put thy sword up, traito
Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'dWho mak’st a shew, but dar’st not strike, thy !
With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call

science him

Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy warı A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, For I can here disarm thee with this stick, And strays about to find them.

And make thy weapon drop. Mira. I might call him

Mira, Beseech yon, father! A thing divine; for nothing natural

Pro. Hence! hang not on my garments. I ever saw so noble.

Mira, Sir, have pity; Pro. It goes on,

{Aside. I'll be his surety. As my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Pro. Silence: one word more Within two days for this.

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. W] Fer. Most sure, the goddess

An advocate for an impostor? hush! On whom these airs attend! — Vouchsafe, my prayer Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes as May know, if you remain upon this island; Baving seen but him and Caliban: Foolish wen And that yon will some good instruction give, To the most of men this is a Caliban, How I may bear me here: My prime request, And they to him are angels. Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! Mira. My affections If you be made, or no?

Are then most humble; I have no ambition Mira. No wonder, sir;

To see a goodlier pian. But certainly a maid.

Pro. Come on; obey:
Fer. My language! heavens !-

Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
I am the best of them that speak this speech, And have no vigour in them.
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Fer. So they are :
Pro. How! the best?

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound np. What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders The wreck of all my friends, or this man's thre To hear thee speak of Naples : He does hear me; To whom I am subdued, are bat light to me, And, that lie does, I weep: myself am Naples; Might I but through my prison once a day Who with mine eyes, neer since at ebb, beheld Behold this maid : all corners else o' the earth The king my father wreck'd.

Let liberty make use of; space enough

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Whom stripes may move, not kindness : I hate usd

thee,
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodgʻd thee
In mine own cell, till thon didst seek to violate
The honour of my child.

Cal. O ho, o ho! - 'would it had been done!
ak, Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.

Pro. Abhorred slave;
Which any print of goodness will not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,

Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,

Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like
A thing most brutish, I cndow'd thy purposes

With words that made them known: But thy vile race,
ea; Though thou didst learn, had that in't, which good

senses

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natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou

Deservedly confind into this rock,
el. Who hadst desery'd more than a prison.

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

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

If thon 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.

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Cal. No, pray thee!
I must obey: his art is of such power,

(tside. It would controal my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him. | Pro. So, slave, hence!

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Ferdinand following him.

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THE TEMPEST,

[Acr II.

Act II.]
Have I in such a prison.
Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

Where the
Pro, It works: Come on.
Seb. With an eye of green in't.

Who hath
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel ! Follow me,
Ant. He misses not much.

alon. Pr [To Ferd. and Mir. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.

Sch. Yon Hark, what thon else shalt do me. [To Ariel. Gon. But the rarity of it is, (which is indeed alMira. Be of comfort; most beyond credit)

aid, My father's of a better nature, sir,

Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.
Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Gon. That our garments, being, as they were,
Which now came from him.

drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their
Pro. Thou shalt be as free

freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, thair As mountain winds: but then exactly do

staiu'd with salt water. All points of my command.

Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would
viri. To the syllable.

it not say, he lies ?
Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt. Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report.

Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh

as when we put them on first in Africk, at the marA CT II.

riage of the king's fair daughter, Claribel, to the
SCENE I. Another part of the Island. king of Tanis.

Seite
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well
ADRIAN, Francisco, and others.
in our return.

dut, AD

Gen. It
Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a
(So have we all) of joy; for our escape
paragon to their queen.

SelF
Is much beyond our loss: Our hint of woe
Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.

dni. V
Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, Ant. Widow? a pox o' that! How came that wi-
The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, dow in ? Widow Dido!
Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle, Seb. What if he had said, widower Aeneas too?

Seb. 0
I mean our preservation, few in millions

good lord , how you take it !
Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me stu-
Our sorrow with our comfort.

dy of that : She was of Carthage, not of Tunis.
Alon. Pr’ythee, peace.

Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Adr. Carthage?
Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. Gon. I assure you , Carthage.
Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp.
by and by it will strike.

Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too.
Gon. Sir,
Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy next?

NO
Seb. One: -- Tell.
Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his

No a
Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd, pocket, and give it his son for an apple.

And
Comes to the entertainer -
Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea,

No s
Seb. A dollar,
bring forth more islands.

Seb. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spo- Gon. Ay?

Ant ken truer than you purposed. Ant. Why, in good time.

the be Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments seem

Gor should. now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the

With Gon. Therefore, my lord,

marriage of your daughter, who is now queen.
Ant. Fye, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there.
Alon. I pr’ythee, spare.

Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.
Gon. Well, I have done: But yet -
Ant. 0, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.

To e
Seb. He will be talking.
Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first

Seb.
Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.
wager, first begins to crow?

Ant. That sort was well fish'd for.
Seb. The old cock.
Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?

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Ant. The cockrel.
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, against

fah Seb. Done: The wager?

The stomach of my sense: 'Would I had never
Ant. A laughter.
Married my daughter there! for, coming thence,

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Seb. A match,

My son is lost; and, in my rate, she

too,
Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, - Who is so far from Italy removed,
Seb, Ha, ha, ha!

I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir
Ant. So, you've paid.

Of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish
Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, – Hath made his meal on thee!
Seb. Yet

Fran. Sir, he may live;
Adr. Yet

I saw him beat the surges under him,
Ant. He could not miss it.

And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and de- Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted
licate temperance.

The surge most swoln that met him: his bold head
Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered. Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke
Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd,
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt,
Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

He came alive to land.
Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Alon. No, no, he's gone.
Ant. True; save means to live.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yonrself for this great loss;
Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

That would not bless our Europe with your daughter,
Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks? how green? But rather lose her to an African;

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