Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, No, it begins again. ARIEL Sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Hark! now I hear them,- ding-dong, bell. [Burden, ding-dong. Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd fa ther: This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes 8:- I hear it now above me. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance And say, what thou seest yond'. Mira. What is't? a spirit ? See how it looks about! 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 might'st call him A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, 8 Owns. Mira I might call him It goes on, [Aside. A thing divine; for nothing natural 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, How I may bear me here: My prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! you be maid, or no? If Mira. 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? Pro. What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples: He does hear me; And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck'd. Mira. Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan, And his brave son, being twain. The duke of Milan, Pro. And his more braver daughter, could control' thee, If now 'twere fit to do't: At the first sight [Aside. They have chang'd eyes: - Delicate Ariel, 9 Confute. Mira. 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. And your O, if a virgin, affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples ! 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. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair an house, Good things will strive to dwell with't. Pro. Follow me.-[To FERD. 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 The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow. Fer. I will resist such entertainment, till Mira. No; [He draws. O dear father, Make not too rash a trial of him, for Pro. What, I say, My foot my tutor! Put thy sword up, traitor; I Frightful. Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy con science Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward'; Mira. Beseech you, father! Sir, have pity; Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments. I'll be his surety. Pro. Silence: one word more 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. Mira. My affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man. Pro. Come on; obey: [To FERD. So they are: Thy nerves are in their infancy again, Fer. It works: Pro. - Come on. Follow me. [To FERD. and MIR. [To ARIEL. Mira. Be of comfort; My father's of a better nature, sir, Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Pro. Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds: but then exactly do Ari. To the syllable. Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt. ACT THE SECOND. SCENE I. Another part of the island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. have cause -Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss: our hint of woe Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle, I mean our preservation, few in millions Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Our sorrow with our comfort. Alon. Pr'ythee, 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, |