The honour of my child. Cal. Oh ho, oh ho! - I wou'd it had been done! Thou didst prevent me, I had peopled elfe Pro. Abhorred flave; Which any print of goodness wilt not take, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour Who hadft deferv'd more than a prifon 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) What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; That beafts shall tremble at thy din. Cal. No, 'pray thee. I must obey; his art is of fuch pow'r, Pro. So, flave, hence! SCENE V. [Exit Caliban. Enter Ferdinand; and Ariel invisible, playing, and finging. ARIEL's SONG. Come unto thefe yellow fands, And then take hands : Gurt fied when you have, and kift ; 1 Foot Foot it featly here and there, And, Sweet sprites, the burthen bear. Burthen, dispersedly. Hark, hark, bough waugh: the watch-dogs bark, baugh-waugh, Ari. Hark, bark, I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere Cry, Gock-a-doodle-do. Fer. Where should this mufic be; i'th'air, or earth? It founds no more: and, fure, it waits upon Some god o'th'island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping against the King my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury and my paffion, With its fweet air; thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather-but 'tis gone. No, it begins again, ARIEL's SONG, Full fathom five thy father lies, [Burthen: ding-dong. Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father; This is no mortal business, nor no found Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eyes advance, And fay, 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 fpirit. Pro. No, wench; it eats, and fleeps, and hath fuch fenfes As we have, such. This gallant, which thou seeft, Was Was in the wreck: and, but he's something stain'd With grief, (that's beauty's canker), thou might'it call him A goodly perfon. He hath loft his fellows, And ftrays about to find 'em. Mira. I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever faw fo noble. Pro. It goes on, I fee, [Afide. As my foul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit, I'll free thee Within two days for this. Fer. Most fure, the goddess On whom these ayres attend! vouchsafe, my pray'r Mira. No wonder, Sir, But certainly a maid. Fer. My language! heav'ns! I am the best of them that speak this speech, What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee? Mira. Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan, And his brave fon, being twain. And his more braver daughter, could controul thee, Is the third man that I e'er faw; the first To be inclin'd my way! Fer. O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Pro. Soft, Sir: one word more. They're both in either's power: but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light. Sir, one word more; I charge thee, That thou attend me thou doft here ufurp Upon this island, 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 so fair an house, Good things will fstrive to dwell with't. Pro. Follow me Speak not you for him: he's a traitor. Come, Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow. Fer. No; I will refist such entertainment, 'till Mine enemy has more power. [He draws, and is charm'd from moving. Mira. O dear father, Make not too rash a trial of him; for He's gentle, and not fearful. Pro. What, I fay, My foot my tutor? put thy fword up, traitor, Who mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike; thy confcience Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; For I can here disarm you with this stick, And make thy weapon drop. Mira. Beseech you, father. Pro. Hence: hang not on my garment! Mira Sir, have pity; I'll be his furety. Pro. Silence: one word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What, VOL. I. C An An advocate for an impostor? hush! 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 fee 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. Pro. It works: come on. (Thou hast done well, fine Ariel): follow me. Hark, what thou else shalt do me. Mira. Be of comfort, My father's of a better nature, Sir, [To Ariel. 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 command. Ari. To th' fyllable. Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. ACTII. SCENE [Exeunt. I. Another part of the island. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Gon. B Francisco, and others. Eseech you, Sir, be merry: you have cause (So have we all) of joy! for our escape Is much beyond our loss; our stint of woe Is |