May know if you remain upon this island,
And that you will some good instruction give
How I may bear me here:
here: my prime request,

Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
If you be made, or no?
Mira. No wonder, fir,
But, certainly, a maid.

Fer. My language! heav'ns!

I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Pro. How? the best?

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 controll thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't.

They have chang'd eyes:

At the first fight (delicate Ariel,

I'll fet thee free for this.) A word, good fir,
I fear, you've done yourself fome 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. O, if a virgin,

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

Pro. Soft, fir, one word more.

They're both in either's pow'r: but this swift business
I must uneafie make, left too light winning

Make

Make the prize light. Sir, one word more; I charge thee [To Ariel.

That thou attend me: thou doft here ufurp

The name thou ow'ft not, and haft put thyfelf

Upon this ifland, as a spy, 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 so fair an house,

Good things will strive to dwell with't.

Pro. Follow me.

Speak you not for him: he's a traitor.

I'll manacle thy neck and feet together;

Come,

Sea-water fhalt thou drink, thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

Fer. No,

I will refift fuch entertainment, 'till

Mine enemy has more power.

Mira. O dear father,

He draws, and is charmed from moving.

Make not too rash a tryal of him; for

He's gentle, though not fearful.

Pro. What, I fay,

My foot my tutor? put thy fword up, traitor,

Who mak'st a shew, but dar'ft not ftrike; thy conscience

Is all 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

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

An advocate for an impoftor? hush!

Thou think'st 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 goodlier man.

Pro. Come on, obey:

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 weakness which I feel,

The wreck of all my friends, and this man's threats,
To whom I am fubdu'd, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid: all corners elfe o' th' earth
Let liberty make ufe of; fpace enough
Have I, in fuch a prison.

Pro. It works: come on.

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, fir,

Than he appears by speech: 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.

[To Ariel.

Ari. To th' fyllable.

Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him.

[Exeunt.

АСТ.

Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Anthonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco,

and others.

GONZAL O.

ESEECH you, fir, be merry: you have cause

BES

(So have we all) of joy; for our escape

Is much beyond our lofs; our hint of woe

Is common; every day, fome failor's wife,

The mafters of fome merchant, and the merchant
Have juft our theme of woe: but for the miracle,
(I mean our preservation) few in millions

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

Alon. Pr'ythee, peace.

Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.

Ant. The advifer will not give o'er fo.

Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit, by and by

it will ftrike.

Gon. Sir.

Seb. On: 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 propos'd.

Seb. You have taken it wifelier than I meant you should.
Gon. Therefore, my lord.

Ant. Fie, what a fpend-thrift is he of his tongue?

Alon. I pr'ythee, spare.

Gon. Well, I have done: but yet

VOL. I.

D

Seb,

Seb. He will be talking.

Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow?

Seb. The old cock.

Ant. The cockrell.

Seb. Done: the wager?

Ant. A laughter.

Seb. A match.

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

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. Ay, and a fubtle, as he most learnedly deliver❜d.

Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.

Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.

Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed 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 but miftake 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 sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and gloffes; being rather new dy'd than ftain'd with salt water.

Ant.