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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
[Afide to ARIEL,

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They have chang'd eyes:-Delicate Ariel,
I'll fet thee free for this.- A word, good fir;
I fear, you have done yourself fome wrong: a word-
Mira. 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 affections not

The queen of Naples.

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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.
Make the prize light.-One word more; 1 charge
That thou attend me: thou doft here ufurp [thee
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, 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.
Pro. [To Ferd.] 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 freth-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and hufks
Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.

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
He's gentle and not fearful.

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;
For I can here difarm thee with this stick,
And make thy weapon drop.

Mira. Befcech you father!

Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments.
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'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
To fee a goodlier man.

Pro

Pro. Come on; obey: [To FERDINAND.]
Thy nerves are in their infancy again.
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, 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 use of; fpace enough

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
My father's of a better nature, fir,

[low me.

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. 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
Is much beyond our lofs: Our hint of woe
Is common; every day, some failor's wife,
The master of fome merchant, and the merchant,
Have juft our theme of woe: but for the miracle,
I mean our preservation, 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 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.
Ant. The cockrel.

Seb. Done; the wager?

Ant. A laughter.
Seb. A match.

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.
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.
Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life.
Ant. True; fave 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

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.

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