Who hadft deferu'd more then 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!

Prof.
Hag-feed, hence!
Fetch vs in Fewell! and be quicke (thou'rt beft!)
To answer other bufineffe! Shrug'ft thou (Malice)?
If thou neglectft, or doft vnwillingly

What I command, Ile racke thee with old Crampes,
Fill all thy bones with Achës, make thee rore,
That beafts fhall tremble at thy dyn!

Cal.
[Aside] I must obey! His Art is of fuch pow'r,
It would controll my Dams god, Setebos,
And make a vaffaile of him!

Pro.

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368

No, 'pray thee!

372

So, flaue! hence! [Exit CAL.

Enter FERDINAND; & ARIEL, inuifible, playing & finging. Ariel. [Song.] Come vnto thefe yellow fands,

and then take hands;

Curtfied when you haue, and kift

the wilde waues whift!

Foote it featly heere and there,

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378

and, fweete Sprights, beare the burthen!1

[Burthen, dispersedly.] Harke, harke! bowgh wawgh!

The watch-Dogges barke, bowgh-wawgh!

Ar. Hark, hark, I heare,

the flraine of firutting Chanticlere

cry, Cockadidle-dowe!'

385

Fer. Where fhold this Mufick be? I'th aire, or th'earth'

It founds no more: and, fure, it waytes vpon
Some God 'oth'Iland! Sitting on a banke,
(Weeping againe the King my Fathers wracke,)
This Muficke crept by me vpon the waters,
Allaying, both their fury, and my paffion,
With it's sweet ayre: thence I haue follow'd it,

389

(Or it hath drawne me rather ;) but 'tis gone! [Musick. 393 No! it begins againe!

1 The rhythm shows that the order of the words is not to be alterd for ryme's sake.

Ariell. [Song.] Full fadom fiue thy Father lies:

Of his bones are Corrall made :
Thofe are pearles that were his eies,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth fuffer a Sea-change

Sea-Nimphs hourly ring his knell :

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Into Something rich & ftrange:

[Burthen :] ding dong!

Harke! now I heare them: ding-dong, bell!

Fer. The Ditty do's remember my drown'd Father! This is no mortall bufines, nor no found

That the earth owes 1: I heare it now aboue me.

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405

[It dies.

Pro. [to MIR.] The fringed Curtaines of thine eye aduance, And fay what thou fee'ft yond!

Mira.
What is't? a Spirit?
Lord, how it lookes about! Beleeue me, fir,
It carries a braue forme. But 'tis a spirit.

409

Pro. No, wench! it eats, and fleeps, & hath such senses As we haue: fuch! This Gallant which thou seest, Was in the wracke: and, but hee's fomething ftain'd With greefe, (that's beauties canker,) thou might'ft call him A goodly perfon: he hath loft his fellowes, And ftrayes about to finde 'em.

Mir.

A thing diuine; for nothing naturall,

414

I might call him

I euer faw fo Noble.

Pro. [aside]

As my foule prompts it!

Spirit, fine fpirit! Ile free thee

Within two dayes for this!

Fer. [aside]

Moft fure, the Goddeffe

On whom these ayres attend! [To MIR.] Vouchfafe, my pray'r

May know if you remaine vpon this Island;

And that you will some good instruction giue,

How I may beare me heere! my prime request

(Which I do laft pronounce) is, (O you wonder !) If you be Mayd, or no?

Mir.

No 'wonder', Sir!

1 owes owns.

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425

But certainly a ' Mayd'.

Fer.

My Language! Heauens!

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

How? the best?

Pro.
What wer't thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
Fer. A fingle thing, as I am now, that wonders
To heare thee speake of Naples. He do's heare me;
And that he do's, I weepe! My felfe am Naples,
Who, with mine eyes, (neuer fince at ebbe,) beheld
The King my Father wrack't!

Mir.

Alacke, for mercy!

Fer. Yes, faith, & all his Lords; the Duke of Millaine And his braue fonne, being twaine.

Pro. [aside]

429

433

The Duke of Millaine, 436

And his more brauer daughter, could controll thee,

If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first fight

They haue chang'd eyes! ( Delicate Ariel,

Ile fet thee free for this!) [To FER.] A word, good Sir! 440

I feare you haue done your felfe fome wrong: A word!

Mir. [aside] Why fpeakes my father fo vngently? This

Is the third man that ere I faw: the firft

That ere I figh'd for. Pitty moue my father
To be enclin'd my way!

Fer.

O, if a Virgin,

And your affection not gone forth, Ile make you
The Queene of Naples!

Pro.

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446

Soft fir, one word more! [bufines,

[Aside] They are both in eythers pow'rs! But this swift I muft vneafie make, leaft too light winning

[thee

451

Make the prize light. [To FER.] One word more! I charge
That thou attend me! Thou do'ft heere vfurpe
The name thou ow'ft not, and haft put thy felfe
Vpon this Island, as a spy, to win it

From me, the Lord on't.

Fer.

No! as I am a man!

Mir. Ther's nothing ill, can dwell in fuch a Temple! 455 If the ill-fpirit haue fo fayre a house,

Good things will ftriue to dwell with't.

Pro. [to FER.]

Follow me!

[To MIR.] Speake not you for him! hee's a Traitor! ¶ Come,

Ile manacle thy necke and feete together!

Sea water fhalt thou drinke! thy food shall be

The fresh-brooke Muffels, wither'd roots, and huskes
Wherein the Acorne cradled! Follow!

Fer.

No!

459

I will refift fuch entertainment, till

463

Mine enemy ha's more pow'r!

Mira.

[He drawes, and is charmed from mouing.

O deere Father!

What, I fay!

My foote, my Tutor! ¶ Put thy fword

vp, Traitor!

Who mak'ft a fhew, but dar'st not strike: thy conscience
Is fo poffeft with guilt. Come, from thy ward!
For I can heere difarme thee with this fticke,
And make thy weapon drop.

467

[PROS. touches FER.S sword. It drops. Befeech you, Father!

Mira.

471 [seizes his Mantle.

Prof. Hence! hang not on my garments!

Mira.

Sir, haue pity!

Ile be his furety!

Prof.

Silence! One word more

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee! What!
An aduocate for an Impoftor? Hush!

475

Thou think'ft there is no more fuch fhapes as he,

(Hauing feene but him and Caliban :) Foolish wench! To th'most of men, this is a Caliban,

My spirits, as in a dreame, are all bound vp:

So they are!

483

459. Speake] Pros. Speake F.

My Fathers loffe, the weakneffe which I feele,
The wracke of all my friends, nor this mans threats,
(To whom I am fubdude,) are but light to me,
Might I but (through my prifon) once a day
Behold this Mayd! all corners else o'th'Earth,
Let liberty make vfe of! space enough
Haue I in fuch a prison.
Prof. [aside]

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490

It workes! [To FER.] Come on!

(Thou haft done well, fine Ariell !) [To FER.] Follow me! ([TO ARI.] Harke what thou else shalt do mee!)

Mira.

My Fathers of a better nature, (Sir,)

Be of comfort!

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Thou shalt be as free

Then he appeares by speech: this is vnwonted,

Which now came from him.

(Prof. [to ARI.]

As mountaine windes! but then exactly do

All points of my command.

Ariell.

To th'fyllable!)

Prof. [to FER.] Come, follow! [To MIR.] Speake not for

him.

Actus Secundus. Scoena Prima.

The Iland.

[Exeunt. 499

Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTHONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN,

FRANCISCO, and others.

Gonz. Befeech you, Sir, be merry! You haue cause

I

(So haue we all) of ioy; for our escape

Is much beyond our loffe. Our hint of woe

Is common: euery day, fome Saylors wife,

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The Masters of fome Merchant, and the Merchant,

Haue iuft our Theame of woe: But for the miracle,
(I meane our preferuation,) few in millions
Can fpeake like vs: then wifely (good Sir) weigh
Our forrow, with our comfort!

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Alonf.

Prethee, peace!

Seb. He receiues comfort like cold porredge!
Ant. The Vifitor will not giue him ore fo.

Seb. Looke! hee's winding vp the watch of his wit; by

and by it will strike.

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