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For I am all the fubjects that you have,

Which first was mine own king: and here you fty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me

The reft of the island.

Pro.

Thou most lying slave,

Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have us'd thee,
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honour of my child.

Cal. O ho, O ho!-wou'd it had been done!
Thou didft prevent me; I had peopled else
This ifle with Calibans.

Pro.

Abhorred flave;

Which any print of goodness will not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,`

Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other : when thou didft not, favage,
Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like
A thing moft brutish, I endow'd thy purposes

With words that made them known: But thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that i 't which good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Defervedly confin'd into this rock,

Who had'ft deferv'd more than a prifon.

Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curfe: The red plague rid you,
For learning me your language!

Pro.
Hag-feed, hence!
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, th' wert beft,
To answer other bufinefs. Shrug'ft thou, malice?
If thou neglect'ft, or doft unwillingly.

What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps;
Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar,
That beasts shall tremble at thy din..

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Cal.

No, 'pray thee!—

[Afide.

I must obey: his art is of such power,
It would control my dam's god Setebos,
And make a vaffal of him.

Pro.

So, flave; hence!

[Exit CALIBAN.

Re-enter ARIEL invifible, playing and finging; FERDINAND

following him.

ARIEL'S Song.

Come unto thefe yellow fands,

And then take hands:

Court'fied when you have, and kiss'd,

(The wild waves whift)

Foot it featly here and there:

And, fweet fprites, the burden bear.

Hark, bark!

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

The watch-dogs bark:

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

Hark, bark! I hear

The ftrain of ftrutting chanticlere.

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.

[difperfedly.

[difperfedly.

Fer. Where should this mufick be? i' the air, or the

earth?

It founds no more :-and fure, it waits upon
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This mufick crept by me upon the waters;
Allaying both their fury, and my paffion,
With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather:-But 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.

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ARIEL fings.

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;

Thofe are pearls, that were his eyes :
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth fuffer a fea-change

Into fomething rich and ftrange.

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell.

[Burden, ding-dong.

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Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father :

This is no mortal business, nor no found

That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me.

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And fay, what thou feeft yond'.

What is't? a spirit?

Mira.
Lord, how it looks about! Believe

me, fir,

It carries a brave form :-But 'tis a spirit.

Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses As we have, fuch: This gallant, which thou seest, Was in the wreck; and but he's fomething ftain'd

With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call him A goodly perfon: he hath loft his fellows,

And strays about to find them.

Mira.

A thing divine; for nothing natural

I ever faw fo noble.

Pro.

I might call him

[Afide

It goes on,

As my foul prompts it-Spirit, fine fpirit, I'll free thee Within two days for this.

Moft fure, the goddess

Fer.
On whom thefe airs attend!-Vouchfafe, my prayer
May know, if you remain upon this island;

And that you will fome good inftruction give,

How

How I may bear me here: My prime request,
Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
If you be made, or no?

Mira.

But, certainly a maid.

Fer.

No wonder, fir;

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 fingle 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 fince 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 fon, being twain.

Pro.

The duke of Milan,

And his more braver daughter, could control thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't:-At the first fight
They have chang'd eyes :-Delicate Ariel,
I'll fet thee free for this!-A word, good fir;

[Afide.

I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
Mira. Why fpeaks my father fo ungently? This

Is the third man that e'er I faw; the first

That e'er I figh'd for: pity move my father
To be inclin'd my way!

Fer.

And

O, if a virgin,

your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples.

Pro.

Soft, fir; one word more.

They are both in either's powers: but this swift business

I muft uneafy make, left too light winning

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[Afide.

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Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge thee, That thou attend me: thou dost here ufurp

The name thou ow'ft not; and haft put thyself

Upon this island, as a spy, to win it

From me, the lord on't.

Fer.

No, as I am a man.

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a temple: If the ill fpirit 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 fhalt thou drink, thy food fhall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.

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My foot

What, I fay,

my tutor!-Put thy fword up, traitor;

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

Is fo poffefs'd with guilt: come from thy ward;

For I can here disarm thee with this stick,

And make thy weapon drop.

Mira.

Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments.

Mira.

I'll be his furety.

Pro.

Befeech you, father!

Sir, have pity;

Silence: one word more

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!

An advocate for an impoftor? hush!

Thou

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