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I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a

word.

Mir. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first

That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father

To be inclined my way!

Fer.

And your

O, if a virgin,

affection not gone forth, I'll make you

The queen of Naples.

Pro.

Soft, sir; one word more.

They are both in either's powers: but this swift

business

[aside.

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge

thee,

That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp

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The name thou owest 1 not; and hast put thyself Upon this island, as a spy, to win it

From me, the lord on 't.

Fer.

No, as I am a man.

Mir. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a

temple :

If the ill spirit have so fair a house,

Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

Pro.

Follow me.-[to Fer.

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

Possessest.

Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

Fer.

No;

[he draws.

O dear father,

I will resist such entertainment, till
Mine enemy has more power.

Mir.

Make not too rash a trial of him, for

He's gentle, and not fearful.1

Pro.

What, I say,

My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor; Who makest a show, but darest not strike, thy

conscience

Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; 2 For I can here disarm thee with this stick,

And make thy weapon drop.

Mir.

Pro. Hence! hang not on my garments.

Mir.

'Beseech you, father!

Sir, have pity;

Silence: one word more

I'll be his surety.

Pro.

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! An advocate for an impostor? hush!

Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he, Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench! To the most of men this is a Caliban,

And they to him are angels.

Mir.

My affections

Are then most humble: I have no ambition

Formidable.

2 Desist from any hope of awing me by that posture of defence.

To see a goodlier man.

Pro.

Come on; obey :

[to Fer.

Thy nerves are in their infancy again,

And have no vigor in them.

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My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,

The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats,
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough

Have I in such a prison.

Pro.

It works:-Come on.-

Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-Follow me.

[to Fer. and Mir. [to Ariel.

Be of comfort;

Hark, what thou else shalt do me.

Mir.

My father's of a better nature, sir,

Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted,
Which now came from him.

Pro.

Thou shalt be as free

As mountain winds: but then exactly do

All points of my command.

Ari.

To the syllable.

Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I.

Another part of the island.

Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO,

ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.

GONZALO,

Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause
(So have we all) of joy; for our escape
Is much beyond our loss: Our hint of woe1
Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,

The masters of some merchant, and the merchant,
Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle,
I mean our preservation, few in millions

Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
Our sorrow with our comfort.

Alon.

Pr'ythee, peace.

Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.

Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

Gon. Sir,

Seb. One:- -Tell.

Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd,

Comes to the entertainer

Seb. A dollar.

The cause that fills our minds with grief. 2 Owners of a merchant-ship.

Gon. 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. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Alon. I pry'thee, spare.

Gon. Well, I have done: but yet—

Seb. He will be talking.

Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow?

Seb. The old cock.

Ant. The cockrel.

Seb. Done: The wager?

Ant. A laughter.

Seb. A match.

Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,

Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

Ant. So, you've paid.

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,

Seb. Yet,

Adr. Yet

Ant. He could not miss it.

Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and

delicate temperance.1

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. Ay, and a subtle, as he most learnedly delivered.

1 Temperature.

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