A thing divine; for nothing natural 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. On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe, my prayer May know, if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction give, MIRA. But, certainly a maid. FER. No wonder, sir; My language! heavens !— I am the best of them that speak this speech, PRO. How! the best? 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 son, being twain. PRO. The duke of Milan, [Aside. And his more braver daughter, could control thee, They have chang'd eyes.-Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this!-[To FERD.] A word, good sir; I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. MIRA. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first That e'er I sighed for: pity move my father To be inclin❜d my way! 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 The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself Upon this island, as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on't. MIRA. 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 FERD. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come. The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks, My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy conscience Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; For I can here disarm thee with this stick, And make thy weapon drop. 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, To the most of men this is a Caliban, And they to him are angels. Are then most humble; I have no ambition To see 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 spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wrack of all my friends, or this man's threats, Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth Have I in such a prison. PRO. It works :-Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-Follow me. Hark, what thou else shalt do me. MIRA. My father's of a better nature, sir, [To FERD. and MIRA. [TO ARIEL. Be of comfort; Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Which now came from him. SCENE I.-Another part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, ESEECH and Others. GONZALO. merry: you have cause Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh ALON. Pr'y thee, 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. |