Thou think'st, there are no more fuch shapes as he,
Having feen 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 fee a goodlier man.

Come on; obey:

Pro.
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.
My father's lofs, the weakness which I feel,

[To FERD.

The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats,
To whom I am fubdu'd, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prifon once a day
Behold this maid: all corners elfe o' the earth
Let liberty make ufe of; fpace enough

Have I, in fuch a prison.

It works:-Come on.

Pro.
Thou haft done well, fine Ariel!-Follow me.—

Hark, what thou else shalt do me.

Mira.

[To FERD. and MIR.

[To ARIEL,

Be of comfort;

My father's of a better nature, fir,

Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted,
Which now came from him.

Pro.

Thou fhalt be as free

As mountain winds: but then exactly do
All points of my command.

Ari.

Pro. Come, follow: fpeak not for him.

To the fyllable.

[Exeunt.

ACT

C 3

ACT II. SCENE I.

Another Part of the Island.

Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.

Gon. 'Beseech you, fir, be merry: you have cause (So have we all) of joy; for our escape

Is much beyond our lofs: Our hint of woe
Is common; every day, fome failor's wife,

The masters of fome merchant, and the merchant,
Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle,
I mean our prefervation, few in millions
Can speak like us: then wifely, good fir, weigh
Our forrow with our comfort.

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. 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 purpos'd.

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, fpare.

Gon. Well, I have done: But yet

Seb.

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.

Seb. Done: The wager?

Azt. A laughter.

Seb. A match.

Adr. Though this island seem to be defert,

Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

Ant. So you've pay'd.

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inacceffible,

Seb. Yet,

Adr. Yet

Ant. He could not mifs it.

Adr. It muft needs be of fubtle, tender, and delicate temperance.

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. Ay, and a fubtle; as he most learnedly deliver'd. Adr. The air breathes upon us here moft sweetly.

Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.

Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a fen.

Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life.

Ant. True; faye means to live.

Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

Gon. How lush and lufty the grafs looks? how green? Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

Seb. With an eye of green in't.

Ant. He miffes not much.

Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally.

Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed almost be

yond credit,)

Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drench'd

in the fea, hold notwithstanding their freshness, and gloffes; being rather new dy'd, than stain'd with salt water. Ant. If but one of his pockets could fpeak, would it not fay, he lies?

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 marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis.

Seb. 'Twas a fweet marriage, and we profper well in

our return.

Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with such a paragon to their queen.

Gon. Not fince widow Dido's time.

Ant. Widow? a pox o' that! How came that widow in? Widow Dido!

Seb. What if he had faid, widower Æneas too? good lord, how you take it!

Adr. Widow Dido, faid you? you make me ftudy of that She was of Carthage, not of Tunis.

Gon. This Tunis, fir, was Carthage.

Adr. Carthage?

Gon. I affure you, Carthage.

Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp.
Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houfes too.

Ant. What impoffible matter will he make eafy next? Seb. I think, he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his fon for an apple.

Ant. And, fowing the kernels of it in the fea, bring forth more islands.

Gon. Ay?

Ant. Why, in good time.

Gen. Sir, we were talking, that our garments feem now as fresh, as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen.

Ant.

Ant. And the rareft that e'er came there.
Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido.

Ant. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido.

Gon. Is not, fir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a fort.

Ant. That fort was well fish'd for.

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, against
The ftomach of my sense: 'Would I had never
Marry'd my daughter there! for, coming thence,
My fon is loft; and, in my rate, she too,
Who is fo far from Italy remov'd,

I ne'er again fhall fee her. O thou mine heir
Of Naples and of Milan, what itrange fish
Hath made his meal on thee!

Fran.

Sir, he may live;

I saw him beat the furges under him,

And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
Whose enmity he flung afide, and breasted

The furge moft fwoln that met him: his bold head
'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd
Himself with his good arms in lufty stroke

To the fhore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd,
As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt,

He came alive to land.

Alon.

No, no, he's gone.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great lofs; That would not blefs our Europe with your daughter, But rather lose her to an African;

Where fhe, at least, is banish'd from your eye,

Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.

Alon.

Pr'ythee, peace.

Seb. You were kneel'd to, and impórtun'd otherwise

By all of us; and the fair foul herself

Weigh'd,