And his brave Son, being twain. Pro. The Duke of Millan And his more braver Daughter could controll thee, If now 'twere fit to do't: At the first Sight I'll set thee free for this. A Word, good Sir, Is the third Man that e'er I saw; the first That e'er I figh'd for: Pity move my Father 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 are both in eithers Pow'r: But this swift Business Make the Prize light. One Word more; I charge thee The Name thou ow'st not, and haft put thy felf Upon this Island, as a Spy, to win it From me, the Lord on't. Fer. No, as I am a Man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a Temple. If the ill Spirit have so 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 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 Pow'r. [He draws, and is charmed from moving. Make not too rash a Trial of him; for He's gentle, and not fearful. Pro. What I say, My Foot my Tutor? Put thy Sword up, Traitor, Who mak'st a Shew, but dar'st not ftrike; thy Conscience : Is poffeft with Guilt: Come from thy Ward, And make thy Weapon drop. Mira. Beseech you, Father. Pro. Hence: Hang not on my Garments. Mira. Sir, have Pity; I'll be his Surety. : Pro. Silence: One Word more Thou think'st there are no more such Shapes as he, 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 Spirits, as in a Dream, are all bound up. Pro. It works: Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel: Follow me? Mira. Be of Comfort, My Father's of a better Nature, Sir, Pro. Thou shalt be as free As Mountain Winds; but then exactly do All Points of my Command. Ari. To th' Syllable. Pro. Come follow: Speak not for him. [Excum 1 1 i i 1 ACT II. SCENE I. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Gonz. B Efeech you Sir, be merry: You have Cause, (So have we all) of Joy; for our Efcape Is much beyond our Lofs; our Hint of Wo Alon. Prethee Peace. Seb. He receives Comfort like cold Porridge. Ant. The Visitor will not give o'er so. Seb. Look, he's winding up the Watch of his Wit By and by it will strike. Gon. Sir. Seb. On: Tell. Gon. When every Grief is entertain'd That's offer'd; comes to the Entertainer Seb. A Dollor. Gon. Dolour comes to him indeed, you have spoken truer than you purpos'd. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should. Gon. Therefore, my Lord. Ant. Fie, what a Spend-thrift is he of his Tongue? Alon. I prethee spare. Gon. Well, I have done: But yet Seb. He will be talking. Ant. Which of he, or Adrian, for a good Wager, First begins to crow? Seb. The old Cock. Ant. The Cockrell. Seb. Done: The Wager? Ant. A Laughter. Seb. A Match. Adr. Though this Island seem to be defert Ant Ant. So: You're paid. Seb. Yet. Adr. Yet Ant. He could not miss't. Adr. It must needs be of fubtle, tender, and delicate Temperance. Ant. Temperance was a delicate Wench. Seb. Ay, and a fubtle, 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, save Means to live. Seb. Of that there's none, or little. Gon. How lush and lusty the Grass looks? How green? Ant. The Ground indeed is tawny. Seb. With an Eye of green in't, Ant. He misses not much. Seb. No: He doth but mistake the Truth totally. yond Credit Seb. As many voucht Rarities are, Gon. That our Garments, being (as they were) drencht in the Sea, hold notwithstanding their Freshness and Gloffes, being rather new dy'd than stain'd with falt Water. Ant. If but one of his Pockets could speak, would it not say he lies? Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his Report. Gon. Methinks our Garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Affrick, at the Marriage of the King's fair Daughter Claribel, to the King of Tunis. Seb. 'Twas a sweet Marriage, and we profper well in our Return. Adri. Tunis was never grac'd before with such a Paragon to their Queen. Gon. Not fince Widow Dido's time. Ant. Widow? a Pox o' that: How came that Widow in? Widow Dido! Seb. What if he had said Widower Æneas too? C3 4 Good The Mariners all under Hatches stowed, Bound sadly home for Naples, Supposing that they saw the King's Ship wrackt, Pro. Ariel, thy Charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more Work: Pro. At least two Glasses: The time 'twixt fix and now Must by us both be spent most preciously. Ari. Is there more Toil? Since thou dost give me Pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me. Pro. How now? moodie? What is't thou canst demand? Ari. My Liberty. Rro. Before the time be out? No more. Ari. I prethee Remember I have done thee worthy Service, To bate me a full Year. Pro. Dost thou forget From what a Torment I did free thee? Ari. No, Pro. Thou dost; and thinkest it much to tread the Ooze of the falt Deep; To run upon the sharp Wind of the North, To do me Business in the Veins o'th' Earth When it is bak'd with Frost. Ari. I do not, Sir. Pro. Thou lieft, malignant Thing: Haft thou forgot The foul Witch Sycorax, who with Age and Envy Was grown into a Hoop? Hast thou forgot her? Ari. No, Sir. Pro. Thou hast: Where was she born? speak; tell me, Ari. Sir, in Argier. Pro. 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