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-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. Cal. : No, 'pray thee! I must obey his art is of such power, Pro.. [Aside. So, slave; hence! [Exit CALIBAN, Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following him. ARIEL'S Song. Come unto these yellow sands, 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. The watch-dogs bark: Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. [dispersedly. [dispersedly. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere Cry, cock-a-doodle-doo. Fer. Where should this musick be? i' the air, or the earth? It sounds no more: ― and sure, it waits 6 Destroy. upon 7 Being stilled, silenced. Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, ARIEL sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Hark! now I hear them,- ding-dong, bell. This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes 8: I hear it now above me. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance And say, what thou seest yond'. Mira. See how it looks about! It carries a brave form: What is't? a spirit? Believe me, sir, -But 'tis a spirit. Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses 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, 8 Owns. Mira. I might call him It goes on, Aside. A thing divine; for nothing natural Pro. 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 you wonder! be maid, or no? If you Mira. But, certainly a maid. Fer. No wonder, sir; My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken. How! the best? Pro. What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? Fer. 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. Mira. Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan, And his brave son, being twain. The duke of Milan, Pro. And his more braver daughter, could control' thee, If now 'twere fit to do't: At the first sight [Aside. A word, good sir; They have chang'd eyes: - Delicate Ariel, 9 Confute. Mira. 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 Fer. O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you 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 an house, Good things will strive to dwell with't. Pro. Follow me.-[To FERD. Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be Fer. I will resist such entertainment, till Mine enemy has more power. No; [He draws. O dear father, What, I say, Mira. Pro. My foot my tutor!--Put thy sword up, traitor; 1 Frightful. Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy con science Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward2; Mira. Beseech you, father! Sir, have pity; Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments. Mira. I'll be his surety. Pro. 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. Thy nerves are in their infancy again, Fer. Pro. It works: Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! Follow me. [To FERD. and MIR. Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To ARIEL. 2 Guard. |