Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd And strays about to find them. Mira. A thing divine: for nothing natural ever saw so noble. Pro. It goes on, I might call him [Aside. As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Fer. Mira. But, certainly a maid. No wonder, sir; My language? heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, -Pro. 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 wreck'd. Alack, for mercy! Mira. 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 They have chang'd eyes:-Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this!--A word, good sir; [Aside. I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first That e'er I sigh'd for: pity And your affection not move my father O, if a virgin, Soft, sir; one word more. Pro. They are both in either's powers: but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [Aside. Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge thee, 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. Pro. [To Ferd. The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks, 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; 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. Mira. Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments. Mira. Beseech you, father! Sir, have pity; Silence: one word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes as he, And they to him are angels. Mira. My affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man. Come on; obey: [To Ferd. Pro. And have no vigour in them. Fer. Pro. It works:-Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-Follow me.— Hark, what thou else shalt do me. Mira. My father's of a better nature, sir, [To Ferd. and Mira. [To Ariel. Be of comfort; 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. [Exeunt. Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. 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 Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Alon. Pr'ythee, peace. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. 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 entertainerSeb. 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! Gon. Well, I have done: but yet Seb. He will be talking. Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good wa ger, first begins to crow? Seb. The old cock. Ant. A laughter. Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,-- Ant. So, you've pay'd. Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible,- 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 lush and lusty the grass looks! how green! Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. Seb. With an eye of green in't. |