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 The queen of Naples. Pro. Soft, sir! one word more.[Aside.] They are both in either's power; but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning thee That thou attend me :-thou dost here usurp 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 a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't. Pro. 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 mussels, wither'd roots, and husks Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow. Fer. I will resist such entertainment, till Mine enemy has more power. Mira. No; [He draws, and is charmed from moving. O, dear father, What, I say, Make not too rash a trial of him, for Pro. My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor; Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; 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 an 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 humble; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man. Pro. [to FER.] Thy nerves are in their infancy again, Come on; obey: So they are: And have no vigour in them. Fer. [aside.] My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, and this man's threats, To whom I am sùbdued, are but light to me, Have I in such a prison. Pro. [aside.] It works. Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!--[To FER. and MIRA.] Follow me. [To ARIEL.] Hark, what thou else shalt do me. Mira. [to FER.] My father's of a better nature, sir, Be of comfort; Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Pro. [to ARIEL.] 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. ACT II. SCENE I.-Another part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. B Gonzalo. ESEECH you, sir, be merry; you have woe cause (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle, I mean our preservation, few in millions Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Our sorrow with our comfort. 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 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 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!-So, you're paid. 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. Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life. 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. 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, notwithstanding, their freshness and glosses; being rather new dyed than stained with salt water. Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say, he lies? Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis. Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return. Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to their queen. Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. |