The rest o' th' island. Pros. Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee, The honour of my child. Cal. O ho, O ho! would 't had been done! Pros. Abhorred slave, Which any print of goodness wilt not take, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour With words that made them known. But thy vile race, Though thou didst learn, had that in 't which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Deservedly confined into this rock, Who hadst deserved more than a prison. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on 't Pros. Hag-seed, hence! Shrug'st thou, malice If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps, That beasts shall tremble at thy din. Cal. No, pray thee. Pros. So, slave! hence! [Exit Caliban. Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing; Ariel's song. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have and kiss'd The wild waves whist : Foot it featly here and there ; And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear. Hark, hark! Burthen [dispersedly]. Bow-wow. Ari. The watch dogs bark: Burthen [dispersedly]. Bow-wow. Ari. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Fer. Where should this music be? i' th' air or th' earth? No, it begins again. Ariel sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; But doth suffer a sea-change Burthen: Ding-dong Ari. Hark! now I hear them,-Ding-dong, bell. What is 't? a spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit. Pros. No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses 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 Pros. [Aside] It goes on, I see, 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 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. Pros. How? the best? What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee? He does hear me ; And that he does I weep: myself am Naples, 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 thee, If now 'twere fit to do 't. They have changed eyes. I'll set thee free for this. At the first sight. Delicate Ariel, [To Fer.] A word, good sir; I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Mir. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Pros. Soft, sir! one word more. [Aside] They are both in either's powers: but this swift business Make the prize light. [To Fer.] One word more; I charge thee The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself Upon this island as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on 't. Fer. No, as I am a man. 0 0 Mir. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Follow me. Come ; I'll manacle thy neck and feet together: Fer. I will resist such entertainment till Mine enemy has more power. Mir. No; [Draws, and is charmed from moving. O dear father, Make not too rash a trial of him, for Pros. What! I say, My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor r; Who makest a show, but darest 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. Pros. Hence! hang not on my garments. Mir. I'll be his surety. Pros. Beseech you, father Sir, have pity; Silence! one word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What ! Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he, And they to him are angels. Mir. My affections Are, then, most humble; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man. Pros. Come on; obey: So they are: Thy nerves are in their infancy again, Fer. My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, Might I but through my prison once a day Behold this maid: all corners else o' th' earth Have I in such a prison. Pros. [Aside] It works. [To Fer.] Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! [To Fer.] Follow me. [To Ari.] Hark what thou else shalt do me Mir. Be of comfort; My father's of a better nature, sir, Thou shalt be as free Pros. Ari. To the syllable. Pros. Come, follow. Speak not for him. ACT II-SCENE I Another part of the island. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Gon. Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have cause, Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Alon. Prithee, peace. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. [Exeunt. [will strike. Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it Gon. Sir, Seb. One: tell. [entertainerGon. When every grief is entertain'd that's offer'd, Comes to the Seb. A dollar. [you purposed. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have spoken truer than Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should. Gon. Therefore, my lord, Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Alon. I prithee, spare. Gon. Well, I have done: but yet,— Seb. He will be talking. |