Cal. Oh ho, oh ho!-I wou'd it had been done! Thou didst prevent me, I had peopled elfe This ifle with Calibans.

Pro. Abhorred slave;

Which any print of goodnefs wilt not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pity'd thee,

Took pains to make thee fpeak, taught thee cach hour
One thing or other. When thou couldst not, favage,
Shew thine own meaning, but wouldft gabble like
A thing moft brutih, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known. But thy vile race
(Tho' thou didit learn) had that in't,which good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou
Defervedly confin'd into this rock,

Who hadit deferv'd more than a prison

Cal. You taught me language, and my profit on't Is, I know how to curfe: the red plague rid you, For learning me your language!

Pro. Hag-feed, hence!

Fetch us in fewel, and be quick (thou wert beft)
To answer other bufinefs. Shrug'ft thou, malice?
If thou neglect'ft, or doft unwillingly

What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps;
Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar.
That beafts fhall tremble at thy din.

Cal. No, 'pray thee.

I must obey; his art is of fuch pow'r,

It would controul my dam's good Setebos,

And make a vaffal of him.

Pro. So, flave, hence!

SCENE

[Exit Caliban.

V.

Enter Ferdinand; and Ariel invifible, playing, and

finging.

ARIEL's SON G.

Come unto thefe yellow fands,

And then take hands:

Curt'fied when you have, and kift ;

(The wild waves whift);

Foot

Foot it featly here and there,

And, fweet fprites, the burthen bear.

Burthen, difperfedly.

Hark, bark, bough waugh: the watch-dogs bark, baugh-waugh.

Ari. Hark, bark, I hear

The train of frutting chanticlere

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-do.

Fer. Where fhould this mufic be; i'th'air, or earth?It founds no more: and, fure, it waits upon Some god o' th' ifland. Sitting on a bank, Weeping against the King my father's wreck, This mufic 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,
Of his bones are coral made:
Thofe are pearls, that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth fuffer a fea change,
Into fomething rich and frange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell.

Hark, now I hear them, ding-dong, bell.

[Burthen: ding-dong.

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father;

This is no mortal bufinefs, nor no found

That the earth owns: I hear it now above me.

Lord, how it looks about! believe me, Sir,

It carries a brave form. But 'tis a fpirit.

Pro. No, wench; it cats, and fleeps, and hath fuch

fenfes

As we have, fuch. This gallant, which thou feeft,

Was

Was in the wreck: and, but he's fomething ftain'd With grief, (that's beauty's canker), thou might'ft 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 fpirit, I'll free thee Within two days for this.

Fer. Moft fure, the goddess

On whom thefe ayres attend! vouchfafe, my pray'r May know, if you remain upon this ifland; And that you will fome good inftruction give, How I may bear me here: my prime requeft (Which I do laft pronounce) is, O you wonder! you be made or no?

If

Mira. No wonder, Sir,

But certainly a maid.

Fer. My language! heav'ns!

I am the best of them that fpeak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis fpoken!

Pro. How? the best?

What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
Fer. A fingle thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;
And that he does, I weep: myfelf am Naples,
Who with mine eyes (ne'er fince 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 fon, being twain.

Pro. The Duke of Milan,

And his more braver daughter, could controul thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't.-
They have change'd eyes:
I'll fet thee free for this).

-At the first fight,
(delicate Ariel,
A word, good Sir.

I fear you've done yourself fome wrong: a wordMira. Why fpeaks my father fo ungently? this. Is the third man that I e'er faw; the first

That e'er I figh'd for. Pity move my father

To be inclin'd my way!

Fer. 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're both in either's power: but this fwift business I muft uneafy make, left too light winning

Make the prize light. Sir, one word more; I charge

thee,

That thou attend me:

-thou dost here ufurp

The name thou ow'ft not, and haft

Upon this island, as a spy, to win it

From me, the lord on't.

Fer. No, as I'm a man.

put thyfelf

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple. If the ill spirit have fo fair an house,

Good things will strive to dwell with't.

Pro. Follow me

Speak not you for him: he's a traitor. Come,
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together;

Sea-water fhalt thou drink; thy food fhall be
The fresh-brook muffels, wither'd roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled.

Fer. No;

Follow.

I will refift fuch entertainment, till

Mine enemy has more power.

[He draws, and is charm'd from moving.

Mira. O dear father,.

Make not too rafh 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 fhew, but dar'ft not ftrike; thy confcience Is fo poffefs'd with guilt: come from thy ward;

For I can here disarm you with this stick,

And make thy weapon drop.

Mira. Befeech 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 impoftor? hush!

Thou think'st there are no more fuch shapes as he,
Having feen 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 fpirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's lofs, the weakness which I feel,

The wreck of all my friends, and this man's threats,
To whom I am fubdu'd, were but light to me,
Might I but through my prifon once a day
Behold this maid: all corners elfe o' th' earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I in fuch a prifon.

Pro. It works: come on.

(Thou haft done well, fine Ariel): follow me. Hark, what thou elfe fhalt do me.

Mira. Be of comfort,

My father's of a better nature, Sir,
Than he appears by speech.
Which now came from him.

Pro. Thou fhalt be as free

[To Ariel'

This is unwonted,

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

Ari. To th' fyllable.

Pro. Come, follow: fpeak not for him.

A CT II.

SCENE

[Exeunt.

I.

Another part of the island.

Enter Alonfo, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian,

Gon.

Francifco, and others.

Efeech you, Sir, be merry: you have cause (So have we all) of joy! for our escape

Is much beyond our lofs; our flint of woe

Is