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But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell :

[Burden : ding-dong
Hark! now I hear them.-ding-dong, bell.
FER. The ditty does remember my drown'd father.
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me.

PRO. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
And say what thou seest yond.

What is't ? a spirit?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form•:--but 'tis a spirit.

Pro. No, wench*; iť.çats and sleeps, and hath such senses
As we have, such this gallant which thou see'st
Was in the wrack, 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 ·
And strays about to find 'em.

I might call him
A thing divine;;. for nothing natural
I ever saw so mohle.

Pro. (Aside). It goes on, I see,
As my soul prompts it.-Spirit, fine spirit ! I'll free thee
Within two days for this:

Most sure, the goddess
On whom these airs åttend f-Vouchsafe, my prayer
May know it 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,-0 you wonder ! -
If you be maid or no ?

No wonder, sir ;
But certainly a maid.

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

How ! the best ?
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 wrack'd.

Alack, for mercy !

FER. Yes, faith, and all his lords ; the Duke of Milan, And his brave son being twain. Pro. (Aside).

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 changed eyes : delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this !-(TO FER.) A word, good sir ; I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.

MIRA, (Aside). Why speaks my father so ungently ? This
Is the third man that e'er I saw ; the first
That e'er I sighed for : pity move my father
To be inclin'd my way!
FER. (A side)

O! if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The Queen of Naples.

Soft, sir : one word more(Aside). They are both in either's powers : but this swift

business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light.(To FER.) One word more : I charge

That thou attend me. Thou dost here usurp
The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself
Upon this island as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on 't.

No, as I am a man.
MIRA. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple :
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with 't.
PRO. (To FER.)

Follow me.(TO MIRA.) Speak not you for him; he's a traitor-(To FER.)

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.

I will resist such entertainment till
Mine enemy has more power.

[He draws, and is charmed from moving. MIRA.

O dear father !
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle, and not fearful.

What! I say,
My foot my tutor ?—Put thy sword up, traitor ;


Who mak'st a show, but dar'st 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.

Beseech, you, father!
PRO. Hence ! hang not on my garments.

Sir, have pity :
I'll be his surety.

Silence ! one word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What !
An advocate for an imposter ? hush !
Thou think'st there is 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.

My affections
AI then most humble; I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.

PRO. (To FER.) ) Come on ; obey
Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
And have no vigour in them.

So they are :
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
The wrack of all my friends, or this man's threats,
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid : all corners else o' th' earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I in such a prison.

POR. (Aside). It works.-(To FER). Come on.-
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel !-(To FER.) Follow me.-
(TO ARIEL.) Hark, what thou else shalt do me.

Be of comfort;
My father's of a better nature, sir,
Than he appears by speech : this is unwonted,
Which now came from him.

Thou shalt be as free
As mountain winds; but then exactly do
All points of my command.

To the syllable.
Pro. (to FER.) Come, follow.-Speak not for him. [Exeunt.
Act II.
Scene II.-Another Part of the Island.
Enter CALIBAN, with a burden of wood. A noise of thunder

Cal. All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i' the mire,
Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid 'em ; but
For every trifle are they set upon me :


Lo now ! lo!
Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me
For bringing wood in slowly : I'll fall flat;
Perchance he will not mind me.

Trin. Here's neither bush nor shrub to bear off any weather at all, and another storm brewing ; I hear it sing i' the wind : yond same black cloud, yond huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I know not where to hide my head: yond same cloud cannot choose but fall by pailfuls.—What have we here ? a man or a fish ? Dead or alive ? A fish : he smells like a fish ; a very ancient and fish-like smell. A strange fish! Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms ! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer; this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffered by a thunderbolt. (Thunder.) Alas! the storm is come again : my best way is to creep under his gaberdine ; there is no other shelter hereabout : misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past.

Enter STEPHANO, singing ; a bottle in his hand.
STE. I shall no more to sea, to sea,

Here shall I die a-shore :
This is a very scurvy time to sing at a man's funeral ;
Well, here's my comfort.

[Drinks. CAL. Do not torment me : O!

STE. What's the matter ? Have we devils here ? Do you put tricks upon us with savages and men of Ind ? Ha ! I have not 'scaped drowning to be afeared now of your four legs; for it hath been said, As proper a man as ever went on

four legs cannot make him give ground : and it shall be said so again while Stephano breathes at 's nostrils.

CAL. The spirit torments me : 0!

STE. This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil should he learn our language ? I will give him some relief, if it be but for that : if I can recover him and keep him tame and get to Naples with him, he's a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat's-leather.

CAL. Do not torment me, prithee : I'll bring my wood home faster.

STE. He's in his fit now and does not talk after the wisest, He shall taste of my bottle : if he have never drunk wine afore it will go near to remove his fit. If I can recover him, and keep him tame, I will not take too much for him : he shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly.

Cal. Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling : now Prosper works upon thee.

STE. Come on your ways : open your mouth ; here is that which will give language to you, cat. Open your mouth : this will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly (gives CALIBAN drink) : you cannot tell who's your friend; open your chaps again.

TRIN. I should know that voice : it should be-but he is drowned, and these are devils. O! defend me.

STE. Four legs and two voices ; a most delicate monster ! If all the wine in my bottle will recover him, I will help his ague. Come. Amen! I will pour some in thy other mouth. TRIN. Stephano !

STE. Doth thy other mouth call me ? Mercy! mercy ! This is a devil, and no monster : I will leave him; I have no long spoon.

TRIN. Stephano !-if thou beest Stephano, touch me, and speak to me; for I am Trinculo :—be not afeard—thy good friend Trinculo.

Ste. If thou beest Trinculo, come forth. I'll pull thee by the lesser legs : if any be Trinculo's legs, these are they. Thou art very Trinculo indeed! How cam'st thou to the siege of this moon-calf ?

TRIN. I took him to be killed with a thunderstroke. But art thou not drowned, Stephano ? I hope now thou art not drowned. Is the storm overblown ? I hid me under the dead moon-calf's gaberdine for fear of the storm. And art thou living, Stephano ? O Stephano ! two Neapolitans 'scaped !

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