Lord, 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 A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, Mira. A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. Pro. I might call him [Aside. It goes on, 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 wouder! If you be maid, or no? Mira. But, certainly a maid. Fer. No wonder, sir; My language? heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, 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. Pro. The duke of Milan, 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, That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father Fer. O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Pro. Soft, sir; one word more.-They are both in either's powers: but this swift bu siness 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 The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself 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. Follow me. [To Ferd. Pro. 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 • Confute. No; [He draws. Mira. O dear father, What, I say, Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle, and not fearful*. Pro. My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor; science Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy wardt; Mira. Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments. Mira. I'll be his surety. Pro. Beseech you, father! Sir, have pity; Silence: one word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! An advocate for au 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 bumble; 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. My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. • Frightful. It works:-Come on. † Guard. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-Follow me. Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Pro. Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command. Ari. To the syllable. Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Another part of the island. Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian, Francisco, and others. Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss: our hint of woe The masters of some merchaut, and the merchant, Alon. Pr'ythee, peace. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike. Gon. Sir, 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 purposed. 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 pr'ythee, spare. Gon. Well, I have done: but yet 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 cockrel. Seb. Done: the wager? Ant. A laughter. Seb. A match. Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, Seb. Ha, ha, ha! Ant. So, you've pay'd. Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,Seb. Yet, Adr. Yet Ant. He could not miss it. 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 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; save means to live. Seb. Of that there's none, or little. Gon. How lusht and lusty the grass looks! how green! Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. |