Pro No harm. Dost thon attend me ? Lie there my ar: -Wipe thou thine eyes; have I have with sucia proviston in mue art Beted to any creature in the vessel Sit down; Mira. Sir, most heedfully The creatures that were mine; I say, or chang'd Or Gse new-form'd them having both the key Mira. O, good sir, I do. Pro I pray thee, mark me. I thus neglecting worldly rods, all dedicate Which they heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. A falsehood, in its contrary as great A trince of power. Mira. Sir, are not you my father? Pro. Thy mother was a pece of virtue, and She said-thon wast my daughter; and thy father Was dake of Milan: and his only heir A princess; no worse based. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle.called Antonio As my trost was, which had, indeed, no limit, with what my reveче But what my power night else exact, -like one, To credit his own he, he hd believe He was indeed the duke; out of the substitution, Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. play'd And lum he play'd it for, he needs will be alties He thinks me now incapable: confolerates O the heavens! Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then tell me, If this might be a brother. Mira. 1 should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother: Good wombs have borne bad sons. presently To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Mica. darknea, Alack, for pity! 1, not rememb'ring how I cried out then, Pro. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present Imsiness Winch now's upon us; without the which, this SCENE IL TEMPEST. With colours fairer painted their foul ends. Was I then to you! Alack! what trouble O! a cherubim Pro. Ari. My brave spirit With hair up-staring. (then like reeds, not hair.) Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst Pro. Infused with a fortitude from heaven, Agrint what shouid ensue. Mira llow came we ashore? Pro. By Providence divme. Out of his chorinty, (sho being then appointed Boch garments, linens, stuffs, and necessa les, tlenese, Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, I prize above my dukedom. Mirm Bat ever see that man! 'Would I might Now I arise: Sit still, and hear the last of our sra-sorrow. Mira. Heavens thank you for 't! and now, I (For still us heating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storun? Know thus far forth. By acerlent most strange, bountiful fortune, Now my dear luly, hath mine enemies Enight to thos lore: and by my prescience fhad my zenith doth depend npon A magicious star whowe infinence torw I court net, beat omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop -Here cease more quesTart tほか u'd to sleep: 'tis a good dulness, Miranda sleeps. Asal give i may-l know thou canst not choose Crome away, servant, come: I am ready now; reach, my Ariel: come. cone Enter Ariel. A All hail, great master! grave sir, hail; I To answer thy best pleasure; be 't to fly, Tim, to dive into the fire, to ride Bot was not this nigh shore! Art. Why, that'z my spirit! Not a hair perish'd; Ari. On their sustaining garments not a blenush, Of the king's slup, The mariners, say, how thou hast disposed, Ari. Safely in harbour Whom, with a charm jom'd to their suffer'd laour, I have left asdeep; and for the rest o' the fleet, Siit Losing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, P Ariel, thy charge Past the mid searon now, melains, Ari promise To bate me a full year. no Dost thon forget From what a torment I did free thee? The curl'd clonde; to thy strong bidding, task Ari. Hast thon, spirit, Perform'il to point the tempest that I bade thee? the cabin, raret, and join: Jove's No Pro. Thou dost; and think'st Ari. I do not, sir Pru Thon liest, maliguant thing! Hast tho forgot hoop? hast thou forgot her The boul with Sycorax,who, with age, and envy ightnings, the pre- Was dreadful thunder-cians, more momentary Cracks haruus roaring, the most miglity Neptune grown into a Art No, sir. Thou hast where was she toru? speak: tell me. согах, ١٠ And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave. groans. As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island, (Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag born) not honour'd with A homan shape. Ari Yes; Caliban, her son. Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. Thon best know'st What torment I did find thee in: thy groans Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Of ever-angry bears: it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Could not again undo; it was mine art, When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape The pine, and let thee out. Ari. I thank thee, master. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an onk And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Ari. Pardon, master: I will be correspondent to cominand, And do my spritung gently. Pro. Do so; and after two days That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible Mira. The strangeness of your story put Shake it off: come on; I do not love to look on. "Tis a villain, sir, But, as 'tis, We cannot miss him he does make our fire, That profit u8. What hol slave! Caliban! Cal. within. There's wood enough within. for thee; Come forth, thou tortoise! when? Re-enter Ariel, like a Water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me, would'st give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That barn by day and night and then I lov thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile; Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage, good natures Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't My ford, it shall be done. [Erit. Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing and singing: Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Enter Caliban. Cal. Aswicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd Cry, Cork-a-doodie-doo. That P'er I sighed for: pity move my tather O. if a virgin, Fer. Where should this musick be; i' the air, And your affection not gone forth, i'll make you or the earth? sich senses As we have, such: This gaffen, which thor seest. Was The queen of Naples. Soft, sir; one word nore.They are both in either's powers: but this swift If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Follow me To Ferd. Pro. Wherein the acorn cradlet: Follow. I will resist sich entertainment, till Mica. No; [He draws O dear father, Make not too rash a trial of him, for Fro What, I say. My foot my tator!-Put thy sword up, traitor; int the wreck: and but he's something stain. Who mak't A show, bat dar'st DOL strike, thy call him With grief, that's beauty's anker, thou migla'st A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, Are then most luble; I have no ambition Come on: obey: To Fer. So they are: irits, as in a dream. m. a e all bond пр What wert thou, if the king of Naples hearst thee! father's loss, the weakness which I feel, Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders The wreck of all my friends, or this man's And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples: To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Behold this inait; all corners else o' the earth, Milan. And his brave son, being twain. It works: Come on, Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! Follow me.- [Arida. My father ta of a heter nature, ur, ACT 11. drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, than stain'd with salt water. Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say, he bes? 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 Atrick, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis. Seb. "Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well ir, our return. a paragon to their queen. Gou. Not since widow Dido's time. came that Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas too? good lord, how you take it! study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis Adr. Carthage 7 haru. Seb. He hath raised the wall and houses too. Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy next? Seo. I think, he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands. Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's Gon. Ayl offer'd, Comes to the entertainer A dollar. Gan. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spoken truer than you purposed. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should. Gon. Therefore, my lord, Ant. Why, in good time. we were Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue ! Gon. Is not, sir, iny doublet as fresh as the queen. Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Ant. O, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. Alon. I pr'ythee spare. Gon Well, I have done: but yet Seb. He will be talking. Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's mar Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a riage? good wager, first begins to crow ? Seb. The old cock. Ant. The cockrel. Seb. Done: The wager? Ant. A laughter. Seb. A match. The stomach of my sense: 'Would, I had never lost ! 1 and, in my rate, she Who is so far from Italy remov'd, 100, Adr. Though this island seem to be a desert, I ne'er again shall see her. O thou mine heir Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and The surge most swoln dhat met him: his bold head Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly Seb. Ha, ha, ha! Of Naples and of Milan, what suange fish Sir, he may live; I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted delicate temperance. Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. delivered. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. Alon. No, no, he's gone. Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen. Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great Seb. Of that there's none, or little. how green ? Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. Ant. True; save means to live. Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks? But rather lose her to an African; Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. loss: That would not bless our Europe with your daughter, Seb. With an eye of green in't. Alon. 'Pr'ythee, peace. Ant. He misses not much. Seb. You were kneel'd to, and importun'd Seb. No he doth but mistake the truth totally. otherwise Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed shaost beyond credit) By all of us; and the fair soul herself Weigh'd, hetween loathuess and obedience, at Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are. Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, lost your son, |