For I am all the fubjects that you have, Which first was mine own king: and here you fty me The reft of the island. Pro. Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have us'd thee, Cal. O ho, O ho!-wou'd it had been done! Pro. Abhorred flave; Which any print of goodness will not take, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour With words that made them known: But thy vile race, Who had'ft deferv'd more than a prifon. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Pro. What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Cal. No, 'pray thee!— [Afide. I must obey: his art is of such power, Pro. So, flave; hence! [Exit CALIBAN. Re-enter ARIEL invifible, playing and finging; FERDINAND following him. ARIEL'S Song. Come unto thefe yellow fands, And then take hands: Court'fied when you have, and kiss'd, (The wild waves whift) Foot it featly here and there: And, fweet fprites, the burden bear. Hark, bark! Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. The watch-dogs bark: Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. Hark, bark! I hear The ftrain of ftrutting chanticlere. Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. [difperfedly. [difperfedly. Fer. Where should this mufick be? i' the air, or the earth? It founds no more :-and fure, it waits upon ARIEL fings. Full fathom five thy father lies; Thofe are pearls, that were his eyes : Into fomething rich and ftrange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell. [Burden, ding-dong. Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father : This is no mortal business, nor no found That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And fay, what thou feeft yond'. What is't? a spirit? Mira. me, fir, It carries a brave form :-But 'tis a spirit. Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses As we have, fuch: This gallant, which thou seest, Was in the wreck; and but he's fomething ftain'd With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call him A goodly perfon: he hath loft his fellows, And strays about to find them. Mira. A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever faw fo noble. Pro. I might call him [Afide It goes on, As my foul prompts it-Spirit, fine fpirit, I'll free thee Within two days for this. Moft fure, the goddess Fer. And that you will fome good inftruction give, How How I may bear me here: My prime request, Mira. But, certainly a maid. Fer. No wonder, fir; My language! heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, How! the best? Pro. Mira. Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan, And his brave fon, being twain. Pro. The duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could control thee, [Afide. I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Is the third man that e'er I faw; the first That e'er I figh'd for: pity move my father Fer. And O, if a virgin, your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples. Pro. Soft, fir; one word more. They are both in either's powers: but this swift business I muft uneafy make, left too light winning C 2 [Afide. Make Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge thee, That thou attend me: thou dost here ufurp The name thou ow'ft not; and haft put thyself Upon this island, as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on't. Fer. No, as I am a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a temple: If the ill fpirit have so fair an house, Good things will strive to dwell with't. Pro. Follow me. {To FERD. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come. My foot What, I fay, my tutor!-Put thy fword up, traitor; Who mak'st a fhew, but dar'ft not frike, thy confcience Is fo poffefs'd with guilt: come from thy ward; For I can here disarm thee with this stick, And make thy weapon drop. Mira. Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments. Mira. I'll be his furety. Pro. Befeech you, father! Sir, have pity; Silence: one word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! An advocate for an impoftor? hush! Thou |