And his brave Son, being twain. Pro. The Duke of Millan And his more braver Daughter could controll thee, I'll fet thee free for this. A Word, good Sir, That e'er I figh'd for: Pity move my Father Fer. O, if a Virgin, And your Affection not gone forth; I'H make you Pro. Soft Sir, one Word more. They are both in eithers Pow'r: But this fwift Business Make the Prize light. One Word more; I charge thee The Name thou ow'st not, and haft put thy felf From me, the Lord on't. Fer. No, as I am a Man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a Temple. If the ill Spirit have fo fair an House, Good things will ftrive to dwell with't. Pro. Follow me. Speak not you for him: He's a Traitor. I'll manacle thy Neck and Feet together; Come, Sea-water fhalt thou drink, thy Food shall be The fresh-brook Mufcles, wither'd Roots, and Husks Fer. No, I will refift fuch Entertainment, 'till Mine Enemy has more Pow'r. [He draws, and is charmed from moving. Mira. O dear Father, Make not too rafh a Trial of him; for He's gentle, and not fearful. Pro. What I fay, My Foot my Tutor? Put thy Sword up, Traitor, Who mak'ft a Shew, but dar'ft not ftrike; thy Confcience Is poffeft with Guilt: Come from thy Ward, Mira. Befeech you, Father. Pro. Hence: Hang not on my Garments. I'll be his Surety. Pro. Silence: One Word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What, Thou think'ft there are no more fuch Shapes as he, And they to him are Angels. Mira. My Affections Are then moft 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: 1 My Spirits, as in a Dream, are all bound up. Pro. It works: Come on. Thou haft done well, fine Ariel: Follow me. Mira. Be of Comfort, My Father's of a better Nature, Sir, Than he appears by Speech: This is unwonted Pro. Thou shalt be as free As Mountain Winds; but then exactly do Ari. To th' Syllable. Pro. Come follow: Speak not for him. C & [Exeun AC 1 АСТ II. SCENE I. Enter Alonfo, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Gonz. BEfeech you Sir, be merry: You have Cause, (So have we all) of Joy; for our Escape Is much beyond our Lofs; our Hint of Wo Can fpeak like us: Then wifely, good Sir, weigh Alon. Prethee Peace. Seb. He receives Comfort like cold Porridge. Seb. Look, he's winding up the Watch of his Wit, By and by it will strike. Gen. Sir. Seb. On: Tell. Gon. When every Grief is entertain❜d · Seb. A Dollor. Gon. Dolour comes to him indeed, you have spoken truer than you purpos'd. Seb. You have taken it wifelier than I meant you fhould. Ant. Fie, what a Spend-thrift is he of his Tongue? Alon. I prethee fpare. Gon. Well, I have done: But yet Seb. He will be talking.. Ant. Which of he, or Adrian, for a good Wager, Firft begins to crow? Seb. The old Cock. Ant. The Cockrell. Seb. Done: The Wager? Ant. A Laughter. Seb. A Match. Adr. Though this Ifland feem to be defert Seb. Ha, ha, ha Ant Ant. So: You're paid. Adr. Uninhabitable, and almoft inacceffible. Seb. 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. Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a Fen, Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to Life. Seb. Of that there's none, or little. Gon. How lush and lufty the Grass looks? How green? Ant. The Ground indeed is tawny. Seb. With an Eye of green in't, Ant. He miffes not much. Seb. No: He doth but mistake the Truth totally. Gon. But the Rarity of it is, which is indeed almoft beyond 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 ftain'd with falt Water. Ant. If but one of his Pockets could fpeak, would it not fay he lies? Seb. Ay, or very falfely pocket up his Report. Gen. 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 fweet Marriage, and we profper well in our Return. Adri. Tunis was never grac'd before with fuch 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 faid Widower Æneas too? The Mariners all under Hatches ftowed, Who, with a Charm join'd to their fuffered Labour, Suppofing that they faw the King's Ship wrackt, Pro. Ariel, thy Charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more Work: Ari. Paft the mid Seafon. Pro. At least two Glaffes: The time 'twixt fix and now Muft by us both be fpent moft preciously. Ari. Is there more Toil? Since thou doft give me Pains, Let me remember thee what thou haft promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me. Pro. How now ? moodie? What is't thou canst demand? Ari. My Liberty. Pro. Before the time be out? No more. Ari. I prethee Remember I have done thee worthy Service, Told thee no Lies, made thee no Miftakings, ferv'd Without or Grudge, or Grumblings; thou didft promise To bate me a full Year. Pro. Doft thou forget From what a Torment I did free thee? Ari. No, Pro. Thou doft; and thinkeft it much to tread the Ooze of the falt Deep; To run upon the fharp Wind of the North, To do me Business in the Veins o'th' Earth When it is bak'd with Froft. Ari. I do not, Sir. Pro. Thou lieft, malignant Thing: Haft thou forgot Pro. Thou haft: Where was the born? fpeak; tell me. Pro. Oh, was the fo: I must Once |