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Pro. No, wench, it eats, and fleeps, and hath such fenfes

As we have, such. This gallant, which thou seest. Was in the wreck: and, but he's fomething stain'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 '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. Moft fure, the Goddefs

On whom these ayres attend! vouchsafe, my pray'r
May know, if you remain upon this Island;
And that you will fome good instruction give,
How I may bear me here: my prime request
(Which I do last pronounce) is, O you wonder!
If you be made or no?

Mira. No wonder, Sir,

But certainly a maid.

Fer. My language! heav'ns!

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

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: myself am Naples, Who, with mine eyes (ne'er since at ebb) beheld The King my father wreckt.

Mira. Alack, for mercy!

Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords: the Duke of Milan, And his brave fon, being twain.

Pro.

Pro. The Duke of Milan,

And his more braver daughter, could controul thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't:---At the first fight,
They have chang'd eyes: (delicate Ariel,

I'll fet thee free for this.) A word, good Sir.
I fear, you've done yourself fome wrong: a word-
Mira. Why speaks my father so 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 swift business I must uneasy make, left too light winning

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

thee,

That thou attend me:-thou doft here ufurp
The name thou ow'st not, and haft put thyself
Upon this Island, as a fpy, to win it

From me, the lord on't.

Fer. No, as I'm a man.

[ple.

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a tem

If the ill fpirit have fo fair an house,

Good things will strive to dwell with't.

Pro. Follow me

Come,

Speak not you for him: he's a traitor.
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together;
Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks

Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

Fer. No,

I will refift fuch entertainment, 'till

Mine enemy has more power.

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

Mira.

Mira. * O dear father,

Make not too rash a tryal of him; for

He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro. What, I fay,

My foot my tutor? put thy sword up, traitor,

Who mak'it a shew, but dar'st not strike; thy con

science

Is so poffeft with guilt: come from thy ward,

For I can here difarm thee 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, 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,

* Mira, O dear father,

Make not too rash a tryal of him; for

He's gentle, and not fearful.] This seems to be a very odd Way of expreffing her Sense of her Lover's good Qualities. It is certain the Beauty of it is not seen at first View. Miranda, till now, had never feen any Mortal (her Father excepted) but Caliban; and had frequently beheld him under that Kind of Discipline which her Father here threatens to inflict upon her Lover.

The

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 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: fpeak not for him. [Exeunt.

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ESEECH you, Sir, be merry: you have cause
(So have we all) of joy! for our escape
Is much beyond our lofs; our stint of woe
Is common; every day, fome sailor's wife,
The masters of fome merchant, and the merchant,
Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle,
(I mean our preservation) few in millions
Can speak like us: then wisely, good Sir, weigh
Our forrow with our comfort.

Alon. Pr'ythee, peace. *

Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.

Ant. + The 'viser will not give o'er fo.

Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit,

by and by it will strike.

Gon. Sir,

Seb. One:Tell,

Gon. When every grief is entertain'd that's of

fer'd; comes to the entertainer

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Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spoken truer than you propos'd.

* All that follows after the Words Pr'ythee, peace, to the Words, You cram these words, &c. feems to have been interpolated, (perhaps by the Players,) the Verses there beginning again; and all that is between in Profe, not only being impertinent Stuff, but improper and ill-plac'd Drollery, in the Mouths of distreffed shipwreckt People. There is more of the Same fort interspersed in the remaining Part of the Scene.

+ The visiter will not give o'er fo.] This Visiter is a Comforter or Adviser, and must be read, 'Vifer, i. e. the Adviser.

VOL. II.

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