Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following. ARIEL's song. Fer. Where should this music be! i' the air or the earth ? It sounds no more: and, sure, it waits upon ARIEL sings. Full fathom five thy father lies Those are pearls that were his eyes: But doth suffer a sea change Into something rich and strange. Burthen. Ding-dong. Ari. 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. Mir. What is't? a spirit? Lord, how it looks about? Believe me, sir, 390 400 410 Pros. 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 mightst call him A goodly person he hath lost his fellows And strays about to find 'em. Mir. Pros. [Aside] It goes on, I see, As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this. Fer. Most sure, the goddess May know if you remain upon this island; Mir. But certainly a maid. Fer. No wonder, sir; My language heavens ! Pros. Mir. Pros. If now 'twere fit to do 't. 421 430 [Aside] The Duke of Milan At the first sight 440 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. Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father To be inclined my way! Fer. O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Pros. 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 450 Make the prize light. [To Fer.] One word more; I charge thee That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself Upon this island as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on 't. Fer. No, as I am a man. Mir. 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. Pros. Follow me. 460 Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come; Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be Fer. I will resist such entertainment till Mine enemy has more power. Mir. No; [Draws, and is charmed from moving. Ó dear father, What? I say Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle and not fearful. Pros. My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor; Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy conscience Pros. Hence hang not on my garments. 471 Beseech you, father. Sir, have pity; I'll be his surety. Silence one word more What ! Pros. And they to him are angels. Mir. My affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man. 480 Pros. Come on; obey: So they are; Thy nerves are in their infancy again And have no vigour in them. Fer. The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats, Pros. [Aside] It works. [To Fer.] Come on, My father's of a better nature, sir, Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted Pros. 490 Be of comfort;* Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds: but then exactly do Ari. To the syllable. Pros. Come, follow. Speak not for him. ACT II. SCENE I. Another part of the island. 500 [Exeunt. 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 Is common; every day some sailor's wife, The masters of some merchant and the merchant Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Alon. Prithee, peace. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. 10 Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit, by and by it will strike. Gon. Sir, Seb. One 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 purposed. 20 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 prithee, spare. Gon. Well, I have done: but yet, Seb. He will be talking. Ant. Which of he or Adrian, for a good wager, first be gins to crow? Seb. The old cock. Ant. The cockerel. Seb. Done. The wager? Ant. A laughter. Seb. A match! Adr. Though this island seem to be desert, Seb. Ha, ha, ha! So you're paid. Seb. Yet, Adr. Yet, 30 Adr. Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible, Ant. He could not miss't. 40 Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender and delicate tem perance. 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 lush and lusty the grass looks! how green! Ant. The ground indeed is tawny. Seb. With an eye of green in't. Ant. He misses not much. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. 50 Gon. But the rarity of it is,-which is indeed almost beyond credit. - Seb. As many vouched rarities are. Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold nothwithstanding their freshness and glosses, being rather new-dyed than stained with salt water. |