It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon Ariel sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father: This is no mortal business, nor no sound Mira. Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses As we have, such: this gallant which thou seest A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, I might call him Mira. (1) Owns. It goes on, I ever saw so noble. Pro. Aside. As my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this. Fer. 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 If you be maid, or no? Mira. you wonder! No wonder, sir; My language? heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Pro. 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 control thee, If now it were fit to do 't.-At the first sight [Aside. They have chang'd eyes :-Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good sir; I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Is the third man that ere I saw; the first (1) Confute. 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 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 From me, the lord on't. Fer. No, as I am a man. Mira. 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. Pro. Follow me.- [To Ferd. 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. Fer. I will resist such entertainment, till Mine enemy has more power. No; [He draws. O dear father, Mira. What, I say, Pro. My foot 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 For I can here disarm thee with this stick, And make thy weapon drop. Mira. Beseech you, father! Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments. Mira. I'll be his surety. Pro. Sir, have pity; 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. Mira. My affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man. Pro. Come on; obey: [To Ferd. So they are: Thy nerves are in their infancy again, Fer. My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. It works:-Come on. Pro. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-Follow me. [To Ferd. and Mira. Hark, what thou else shall do me. [To Ariel. Mira. My father's of a better nature, sir, Be of comfort; Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Pro. As mountain winds: but then All points of my command. Thou shalt be as free exactly do To the syllable. Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt. ACT II. 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 Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Alon. Pr'ythee, peace. 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; by and by it will strike. Gon. Sir. Seb. One: -Tell. Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd, Comes to the entertainer Seb. A dollar. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spoken truer than you proposed. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should. Gon. Therefore, my lord,— Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Alon. I pr'ythee, spare. Gon. Well, I have done: but yet Seb. He will be talking. Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow? Seb. The old cock. Ant. The cockrel. |