Court'sied when you have and kiss'd,— The wild waves whist,—(33) Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.(34) [Burden, dispersedly, within. Bow, wow.] The watch-dogs bark: [Burden, dispersedly, within. Bow, wow.] Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow. Fer. Where should this music be? i' th' air or th' earth? It sounds no more :—and, sure, it waits upon Some god o' th' island. Sitting ARIEL sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; But doth suffer a sea-change [Burden, within. 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 :-I hear it now above me. Pros. The fringèd curtains of thine eye advance, Mir. Pros. No, wench; it eats, and sleeps, and hath such senses As we have, such. This gallant which thou see'st Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain’d And strays about to find 'em. Mir. I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. Pros. [aside] It goes on, I see, As my soul prompts it.-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Fer. Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe my prayer May know if you remain upon this island; Mir. But certainly a maid. Fer. No wonder, sir; My language! heavens!— I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken. How! the best! Pros. Mir. Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan And his brave son being twain. Pros. [aside] The Duke of Milan And his more braver daughter could control(35) thee, Mir. Why speaks my father so ungently? This 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 Pros. Soft, sir! one word more. [Aside] They 're both in either's powers: but this swift busi ness I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light.-One word more ;(36) I charge thee 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. 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. Follow me. [To Fer. Pros. Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be My fool my tutor !(37)-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. Mir. Beseech you, father! Pros. Hence! hang not on my garments. Mir. I'll be his surety. Pros. Sir, have pity; Silence! one word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What, Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he, And they to him are angels. Are, then, most humble; I have no ambition (38) My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. Pros. [aside] It works.-Come on. Be of comfort; Thou hast done well, fine Ariel !—Follow me.- Mir. My father's of a better nature, sir, Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted Which now came from him. Pros. Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command. To the syllable. Ari. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Another part of the island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, Gon. Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause- Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe The master(39) of some merchant, and the merchant, Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Alon. Prithee, 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. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have spoken truer than you purposed. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should. Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Alon. I prithee, spare. (41) Gon. Seb. He will be talking. Well, I have done: but yet, Ant. Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow ?(42) Seb. The old cock. Ant. The cockerel. Seb. Done! The wager? VOL. I. |