If now 'twere fit to do't:at the firft fight [Afide to ARIEL. I'll fet thee free for this.-A word, good fir, I fear you have done yourself fome wrong: a wordMira. Why fpeaks my father fo ungently? This Is the third man that I e'er 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 Pro. Soft, fir, one word more. They are both in either's power: but this fwift bufi» nefs I muft uneafy make, left too light winning [Afide. Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge thee That thou attend me: thou doft here ufurp 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 spirit have fo fair an house, Good things will ftrive to dwell with't. Pro. [To FERD.] Follow me Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come, Fer. No; I will refift fuch entertainment till Mine enemy has more power. [He draws, and 'is charm'd from moving. Mira. O, dear father! Make not too rafh a trial of him ; He's gentle and not fearful. Pro. What, I fay, for My foot my tutor?- -Put thy fword up, traitor; Who mak'it a fhew, but dar'ft not ftrike, thy con science Is fo poffefs'd with guilt: come from thy ward; For I can here difarm thee with this stick, Mira. Befeech you, father! Pro. Hence; hang not on my garment. 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? hufh! Thou think'ft there are no more fuch fhapes as he, Having feen 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 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: [TO FERDINAND. My fpirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, Have I, in fuch a prifon. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel !-Follow me : [To FERD. and MIRA. Hark, what thou elfe fhalt do me. Mira. Be of comfort; My father's of a better nature, fir, [To ARIEL. Than he appears by fpeech; 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. Ari. To the fyllable. Pro. [To FER.] Come, follow :-Speak not for him. TO MIRA. Exe. ACT II. SCENE I. Another Part of the Ifland. Enter ALONSO, SEBAS TIAN, ANTHONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. Gonzalo. BESEECH you, fir, be merry; you have cause Can fpeak like us: then wifely, good fir, weigh 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 ftrike. 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 purpos'd. Seb. You have taken it wifelier than I meant you fhould. Gon. Therefore, my lord, Ant. Fie, what a fpend-thrift is he of his tongue! Alon. I pr'ythee, fpare, Gon. Well, I have done: But yet Seb. He will be talking. Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good wager, firft begins to crow? Seb. The old cock. Ant. The cockrel. Seb. Done; the wager? Ant. A laughter. Seb. A match. Adr. Though this island feem to be defert,- Ant. So, you've pay'd. Adr. Uninhabitable and almost inacceffible- Adr. Yet, Ant. He could not mifs't. Adr. It must needs be of fubtle, tender, and delicate temperance. Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Seb. Ay, and a fubtle; as he most learnedly deliver❜d. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. 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 doth but mistake the truth totally. Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is, indeed, almost beyond credit)— Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are. Gon. That our garments being, as they were, drench'd in the fea, hold notwithstanding their freshnefs and glof fes, being rather new-dy'd than stain'd with falt water. Ant. If but one of his pockets could fpeak, would. it not fay, he lies? Seb. Ay, or very falfely pocket up his report. Gon. Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Africk, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter, Claribel, to the king of Tunis. Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we profper well in our return. Adr. Tunis was never grac'd before with such a paragon to their queen. Gon. Not fince widow Dido's time. Ant. Widow? a pox o' that! How came that widow in? Widow Dido! Seb. What if he had said widower Æneas too? good lord, how you take it! Adr. Widow Dido, faid you? you make me ftudy of that, fhe was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gon. This Tunis, fir, was Carthage. Gon. I affure you, Carthage. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp. Seb. He hath rais'd the wall, and houses too. Ant. What impoffible matter will he make easy next ? Seb. I think he will carry this ifland home in his pock et, and give it his fon for an apple. Ant. And, fowing the kernels of it in the fea, bring forth more islands. Gon. Ay? Ant. Why, in good time. Gon. Sir, we were talking, that our garments feem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen. Ant. And the rareft that e'er came there. Gon. Is not my doublet, fir, as fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a fort. Ant. That fort was well fish'd for. Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? I ne'er again fhall fee her. O thou, mine heir Fran. Sir, he may live ; I saw him beat the furges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, The furge moft fwoln that met him his bold head To the fhore, that o'er his wave-worn bafis bow'd Alon. No, no, he's gone. Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great lofs, |