(Tho' thou didst learn) had that in't, which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou Defervedly confin'd into this rock. Cal. You taught me language, and my profit on't Pro. Hag-feed, hence! Fetch us in fewel, and be quick (thou 'wert beft) Shrug'ft thou, malice? If thou neglect'ft, or doft unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps, Cal. No, pray thee. I must obey, his art is of fuch pow'r It would controul my dam's god Setebos, And make a vaffal of him. Pro. So, flave, hence! S C CENE [Exit Caliban. V. Enter Ferdinand, and Ariel invifible, playing and finging. ARIEL'S SONG, Come unto thefe yellow fands, And then take bands: Curt'fied when you have and kift; The wild waves whift; Foot it featly here and there, And fweet fprites the burthen bear. [Burthen difperfedly. Hark, bark, bough-wawgh: the watch-dogs bark, Bough-wawgh. Ari. Hark, bark, I hear The ftrain of ftrutting chanticlere, Fer Fer. Where should this Mufick be? in air, or earth? It founds no more, and fure it waits upon Some God o' th' Island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping against the King my father's wreck, This mufick crept by me upon the waters Allaying both their fury and my paffion, With it's fweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather-but 'tis gone. No, it begins again. ARIEL's SONG, Full fathom five thy father lyes, Hark, now I hear them, ding-dong bell. [Burthen: ding, dong, Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father; This is no mortal business, nor no found That the earth owns: I hear it now above me. SCENE E VI. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou feeft yond. Mira. What is't, a fpirit? Lord, how it looks about! believe me, Sir, It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit. Pro. No, wench, it eats, and fleeps, and hath fuch fenfes As we have, fuch. This gallant which thou feeft And ftrays about to find 'em. C 2 Mira Mira. I might call him A thing divine, for nothing natural Pro. It goes on, [Afide. I fee, as my foul prompts it. "Spirit, I'll free thee Fer. Moft fure the goddess On whom these ayres attend! vouchsafe my pray'r Mira. No wonder, Sir, Fer. My language! heav'ns! I am the best of them that speak this fpeech, Pro. How? the beft? What wert thou if the King of Naples heard thee? Mira. Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan And his brave fon, being twain. Pro. The Duke of Milan And his more braver daughter could controll thee, 2 Spirit, fine fpirit, I'll free thee To To be inclin'd my way! Fer. O, if a Virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make your Pro. Soft Sir, one word more. They're both in either's power: but this fwift bufinefs Make the prize light. Sir, one word more; I charge thee That thou attend me, thou doft here ufurp The name thou ow'ft not, and haft put thyself Upon this Ifland, as a fpy, to win it From me, the lord on't. Fer. No, as I'm a man. [To Ariel. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a temple. If the ill fpirit have fo fair an house, Good things will ftrive to dwell with't. Pro. Follow me. Speak you not for him: he's a traitor. Come, The fresh-brook mufcles, wither'd roots, and husks Fer. No, I will refift fuch entertainment, 'till Mine enemy has more power. [He draws, and is charmed from moving. Mira. O dear father, Make not too rash a tryal of him; for He's gentle, 'tho" not fearful. Pro. What I fay, My foot my tutor? put thy fword up, traitor, Who mak'st a fhew, but dar'ft not ftrike; thy confcience Is + 'all' poffeft with guilt: come from thy ward, For I can here difarm thee with this ftick, And make thy weapon drop. Mira. Befeech you, father. C 3 Pro. Pro. Hence: hang not on my garment. I'll be his furety. Pro. Silence: one word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What, Thou think'ft there are no more fuch fhapes 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: My fpirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. The wreck of all my friends, and this man's threats, 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 fpeech: this is unwonted. Which now came from him. Pro. Thou fhalt be as free [To Ariel. As mountain winds; but then exactly do All points of my command, Ari. To th' fyllable. Pro. Come follow: fpeak not for him, [Exeunt. ACT |