I'll fet thee free for this.A word, good Sir,
I fear, you have done yourself fome wrong: a word-
Mira. Why fpeaks my father fo urgently? this
Is the third man, that I e'er faw; the firft,
That e'er I figh'd for. Pity move my father
To be inclin'd my way!

Fer. O, if a Virgin,

And your Affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The Queen of Naples.

Pro. Soft, Sir; one word more..

They're both in either's pow'r: but this fwift business I muft uneafy make, left too light winning

[Afide. Make the prize light.-Sir, one word more; I charge thee,

That thou attend me :-thou dost here ufurp
The name thou ow'ft not, and haft put thyfelf
Upon this Ifland, as a fpy, to win it

From me, the lord on't.

Fer. No, as I'm a man.

Mira There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a temple. If the ill spirit have fo fair an house,

Good things will ftrive to dwell with't.

Pro. [To Ferd.] Follow me

[To Mirant.] Speak not you for him; he's a traitorCome,

I'll manacle thy neck and feet together;

Sea-water fhalt thou drink; thy food shall be

The fresh-brook mufcels, wither'd roots, and hufks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

Fer. No,

I will refift fuch entertainment, 'till

Mine enemy has more power.

[He draws, and is charm'd frem moving.

Mra. O dear father,

Make not too rafh a tryal of him; for

He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro. What I fay,

My foot my tutor? put thy fword up traiter,

Who

Who mak'st a fhew, but dar'ft not ftrike; thy confcience

Is fo poffeft with guilt: come from thy ward,
For I can here difarm thee with this stick,
And make thy weapon drop.

Mira. Befeech you, father.

Pro. Hence: hang not on my garment.
Mira, Sir, have pity;

I'll be his furety.

Pro. Silence: one word more

A

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What,
An advocate for an impoftor? "hufh!

Thou think'ft, there are no more fuch fhapes as he,
Having feen but him and Caliban; foolish wench!
To th' most of men this is a Caliban,

And they to him are angels.

Mira. My affections

Are then moft humble: I have no ambition
To fee a goolier man.

Pro. Come on, obey; [To Ferdinand. ]
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.

My father's lofs, the weaknefs which I feel,

The wreck of all my friends, and this man's threats,
To whom I am fubdu'd, were but light to me,
Might I but through my prifon once a day
Behold this maid: all corners elfe o'th' earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough

Have I, in fuch a prifon.

Pro. It works: come on.

[To Ariel] Thou haft done well, fine Ariel! follow me.

Hark, what thou elfe fhalt do me.

Mira. Be of comfort,

My father's of a better nature, Sir,

4 Defift from any hope of awing me by that pofture of defence.

Than

Than he appears by fpeech: 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 th' fyllable.

Pro. [To Ferdinand.] Come, follow: [To Mir.]

speak not for him.

[Exeunt.

ACT II. SCENE I.

Another Part of the Island.

Enter Alonzo, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francifco, and others.

BE

GONZALO.

ESEECH you, Sir, be merry you have caufé
(So have we all) of joy! for our escape

Is much beyond our lofs: our hint of woe 5
Is common; every day, fome failor's wife,
The master of some merchant, and the merchant,
Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle,
I mean our prefervation, few in millions

Can fpeak like us: then wifely, good Sir, weigh
Our forrow with our comfort.

Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Ant. The vifitor will not give o'er fo. 7

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 dollor.

Gon. Dolour comes to him indeed; you have spoken truer than you proposed.

Seb. You have taken it wifelier than I meant you fhould.

Gon. Therefore, my lord,—

Ant. Fie, what a spend-thrift he is of his tongue!
Alon. I pr'ythee, fpare.

Gon. Well, I have done: but yet

Seb. He will be talking.

Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good

wager, firft 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 defert

Seb. Ha, ha, ha,

What Daughter? and where married? For it is in this intermediate Part of the Scene only, that we are told, the King had a Daughter nam'dClaribel, whom he had married into Tunis. 'Tis true, in a fubfequent Scene, betwixt Antonio and Sebaftian, we again hear her and Tunis mention'd: but in fuch a manner, that it would be obfcure and unintelligible without this previous

Adr. Uninhabitable, and almoft inacceffible

Seb. Yet

( Adr. Yet

Ant. He could not mifs't.

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

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. Ay, and a subtle, as he most learnedly delivered.
Adr. The air breathes upon us here moft fweetly.
Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.
Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a fen.

Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life.
Ant. True, fave means to live.

Seb. Of that there's none or little.

Gon. How lush and lufty the grafs looks? how green?

Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.

Seb. With an eye of green in't.

Ant. He miffes not much.

Seb. No he does not mistake the truth totally. Gon. But the rarity of it is, which is indeed almost beyond credit

Seb. As many voucht rarities are,

Gon. That our garments being, as they were, drench'd in the fea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and gloffes: being rather new dy'd, than ftain'd with falt

water.

Ant. If but one of his pockets could fpeak, would it not fay, he lies?

Seb. Ay, or very falfely pocket up his report.

Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on firft in Africk, at the marriage of the King's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis.

Seb. 'Twas a fweet marriage, and we profper well

in our return.

Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with fuch a paragon to their Queen.

Gon. Not fince widow Dido's time.

Ant.