Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following him. ARIEL'S SONG. Come unto these yellow sands, Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd, (The wild waves whist1) Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Hark, hark! BUR. Bowgh, wowgh. The watch-dogs bark: BUR. Bowgh, wowgh. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. [dispersedly [dispersedly Fer. Where should this music be? i̇' the air, or the earth? It sounds no more :—and sure, it waits upon ARIEL sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; The wild waves being silent. But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. [BUR. ding-dong. Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father: This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes: 1-I hear it now above me. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say, what thou seest yond'. Mir. Lord, how it looks about! What is 't? a spirit? Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form :-But 'tis a spirit. Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, Mir. A thing divine; for nothing natural I might call him It goes on, I see, [aside. I ever saw so noble. Pro. As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this. Fer. Most sure, the goddess î Owns. On whom these airs attend! -Vouchsafe, my prayer May know, if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction give, How I may bear me here: My prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! If you be made, or no? Mir. No wonder, sir; But, certainly a maid. Fer. My language! heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Pro. Mir. Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan, And his brave son, being twain. Pro. The duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could control1 thee. If now 'twere fit to do 't:-At the first sight. [aside. They have changed eyes :-Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good sir; 1 Confute. I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: & 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 Fer. O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Pro. Soft, sir; one word more. They are both in either's powers: but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [aside. Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge thee, That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp 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 1 Possessest. Wherein the acorn cradled. Fer. Follow. 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; Mir. Pro. Hence! hang not on my garments. Mir. 2 '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 1 Formidable. 2 Desist from any hope of awing me by that posture of defence. |