Pro.

Hag-feed, hence!
Fetch us in fuel! and be quick, th' wert beft,
To answer other business. Shrug'ft thou, malice?
If thou neglect'ft, or doft unwillingly

What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps;
Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar,
That beafts fhall tremble at thy din.

Cal. No, 'pray thee !--

I muft obey his art is of fuch

power,

It would control my dam's god Setebos,
And make a vaffal of him.

Pro.

[Afide.

So, flave; hence!

[Exit CALIBAN.

Re-enter ARIEL invifible, playing and finging; FERDINAND following him.

ARIEL'S Song.

Come unto thefe yellow fands,,
And then take hands:

Court'fied when you have, and kifs'd,

(The wild waves whift)

Foot it featly here and there;

And, fweet Sprites, the burden bear.

Hark, bark!

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

The watch-dogs bark:

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

Hark, hark! I hear

[difperfedly

[difperfedly.

The ftrain of frutting chanticlere

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.

Fer. Where fhould this mufick be? i' the air,

or the earth?

It founds no more:--and fure, it waits upon
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This mufick crept by me upon the waters ;

Allaying both their fury, and my paffion,
With its fweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather :---But 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.

ARIEL fings.

Fullfathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Thofe are pearls, that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth fuffer a fea-change
Into fomething rich and ftrange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell.

[Burden, ding-dong.

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father :--

This is no mortal bufinefs, nor no found

That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And fay, what thou feeft yond.

Mira. What is't? a fpirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, fir, It carries a brave form:-But 'tis a fpirit.

Pro. No, wench; it eats and fleeps, and hath fuch fenfes

As we have, fuch: This gallant which thou feeft, Was in the wreck; and but he's fomething ftain'd With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'ft

call him

A goodly perfon: he hath loft his fellows,
And ftrays about to find them,

Mira

I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever faw fo noble.

Pro.

It goes on,

【Afide.

As my foul prompts it :- Spirit, fine fpirit, I'll free it:

thee

Within two days for this.

Fer. Moft fure, the goddess On whom these airs attend!-Vouchfafe, my prayer May know, if you remain upon this island; And that you will fome good inftruction give, How I may bear me here: My prime requeft, Which I do laft pronounce, is, O you wonder! If you be maid, or no?

Mira.

But, certainly a maid.

Fer.

No wonder, fir;

My language! heavens!

I am the beft of them that speak this fpeech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Pro.

How! the best? What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? Fer. A fingle thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee fpeak of Naples: He does hear me ; And that he does, I weep: myfelf am 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

Milan,

And his brave fon, being twain.

The duke of Milan,

Pro. And his more braver daughter, could controul thee, If now 'twere fit to do't:-At the first fight

[Afide. They have chang'd eyes:- Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good fir; I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Mira. Why fpeaks my father fo ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I faw; the firft That e'er I figh'd for: pity move my father To be inclin❜d my way!

Fer.

O, if a virgin,

And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples.

Pro. Soft, fir; one word more.They are both in either's powers: but this swift bufinefs

I must uneafy make, left too light winning [Afide. Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge thee,

That thou attend me: thou dost here ufurp
The name thou ow'st not: and haft put thyfelf
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 fuch a

temple:

If the ill fpirit have fo fair an houfe,

Good things will ftrive to dwell with't.

Pro.

Follow me.-[To FERD. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.--Čome. I'll manacle thy neck and feet together: Sea-water fhalt thou drink, thy food shall be The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.

Fer.

I will refift fuch entertainment, till

Mine enemy has more power.

No;

[He draws.

O dear father,

Mira.
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro.

What, I fay,

My foot my tutor!-Put thy fword up, traitor; Who mak'ft a fhew, but dur'ft not ftrike, thy confcience

Is fo poffefs'd with guilt: come from thy ward;
For I can here disarm thee with this stick,
And make thy weapon drop.

Mira.

Befeech 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 fhapes as he, Having feen but him and Caliban: Foolish wench! To the moft 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.

Come on; obey:

[To FERD.

Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
And have no vigour in them.

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 prifon.

Pro.

It works:-Come on.

Thou haft done well, fine Ariel! Follow me.—

[To FERD. and MIR.

[To ARIEL.

Hark, what thou elfe shalt do me.

Mira.

My father's of a better nature, fir,

Be of comfort;

Than he appears by fpeech; this is unwonted,
Which now came from him.

Pro.

Thou shalt be as free