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 at 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 And his brave fon, being twin. Pro. The duke of Milan, [Milan, And his more braver daughter could control thee, If now 'twere fit to do't: -At the firft fight They have chang'd eyes:-Delicate Ariel, To be inclin'd my way! Fer. O, if a virgin, And your affections not The queen of Naples. Pro. Soft, fir, one word more They are both in either's powers: but this fwift bufinefs I uneafy must make, left too light winning [Afide. Fer. No, I am a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a If the ill fpirit have so fair an house, [temple: Good Good things will ftrive to dwell with't. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come, The freth-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and hufks Fer. No; I will refift fuch entertainment, 'till Mine enemy has more power. Mira. O dear father, Make not too rash a trial of him, for Pro. What, I fay, [He draws. My foot my tutor?-Put thy fword up, traitor! Who mak'ft a fhew, but dar'ft not ftrike, thy confcience Is fo poffefs'd with guilt: come from thy ward; Mira. Befcech you father! Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments. 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'ft, 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 moft humble; I have no ambition Pro Pro. Come on; obey: [To FERDINAND.] My fpirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. Have I, in fuch a prison. Pro. It works : -Come on. [TO ARIEL.] Thou haft done well, fine Ariel !-FolHark, what thou elfe fhalt do me. ; Mira. Be of comfort [low me. Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Pro. Thou fhalt be as free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command. Ari. To the fyllable. Pro. Come, follow: Speak not for him. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE 1. Another Part of the Ifland. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTHONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. Gonzalo. BESEECH you, fir, be merry: you have caufe (So (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Can speak like us: then wifely, good fir, weigh Alon. Pr'ythee, peace. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Ant. The vifitor will not give him o'er fo. Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and bye it will ftrike. Gon. Sir, Seb. One: -Tell. Gon. When every grief is entertained, that's ofComes to the entertainer Seb. A dollar. [fer'd, Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spoken truer than you propos'd. Seb. You have taken it wifelier than I meant you fhould. Therefore my lord, Ant. Fie, what a spend-thrift is he of his tongue! Alon. I pr'ythee, spare. Gon. Well I have done: But yet————— Seb. He will be talking. Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good wager, firft begins to crow? Seb. The old cock. Seb. Done; the wager? Ant. A laughter. Adr. 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't. Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and de licate temperance. Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Seb. Ay, and a fubtile; as he most learnedly deliver'd. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. 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 Ant. He miffes not much. in't. Seb. No: he doth but mistake the truth totally. Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is, indeed, almost beyond credit) Seb. As many vouched 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 ftain'd with falt water. Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not fay, he lies? Seb. Ay, or very falfely pocket up his report. Gon. |