2. Dev. No, no, let us fhow their degrees of offence.
3. Dev. Let's mufter their crimes up on every fide,
And Hrft let's dif cover their pride.
Enter Pride.
Pride. Lo here is Pride who fir ft led them> aftray,
And did to Ambition their minds then betray.
Enter Fraud.
Fraud. And Fraud does next appear,
Their wandering fteps who led,
When they from vertue fled,
They in my crooked paths their courfe did fteer.
Enter Rapine.
Rapine. From Fraud to force they foon arrive,
Where Rapine did their aclions drive.
Enter Murder.
Murder. . .There long they could not ftay;
Down the fteep hill they run,
And to perfeel the mif chief which they had begun,
To Murder they bent all their way.
Around, around we pace,
Chorus About this curfed place;
of all. While thus we compafs in
Thefe Mortals and their fin.
[Devils vanifh-
Anto. Heav'n has heard me, they are vanifh'd !
Alon. But they have left me all unmann'd?
I feel my finews flacken with the fright;
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And a cold fweat trills down o'r all my Limbs,
As if I were diffolving into water.
Oh Projpero, my crimes 'gainft thee fit heavy on my heart !
Anto. And mine 'gainft him and young Hippolyto.
Gonz. Heav'n have mercy on the penitent.
Alon. Lead from this curfed ground ;
The Seas in all their rage are not fo dreadful.
This is the Region of defpair and death.
Alons. Beware all fruit, but what the Birds have peck'd.
The fhadows of the Trees are poifonous too: a fecret venom flides from
every branch! my Confcience does diftract me
O my Son! why do I fpeak of eating or repofe, before I know thy for
tune?
[As they are going out, a Devil rifes juft before
them, at which they ftart, and are frighted.
Alons. O Heavens ! yet more Apparitions !
Devil fings. Arife, arife! ye fubterranean winds,
More to difturb their guilty minds.
And all ye filthy damps and vapours rife,
Which ufe t' infect the Earth, and trouble all the skies;
Rife you, from whom devouring plagues have birth:
You that i' th' vaft and hollow womb of Earth,
Engender Earthquakes, make whole Countreys fhake,
And ftately Cities into Defarts turn;
And you who feed the Yames by which Earths entrails burn.
Ye raging winds, whofe rapid force can make
All but the fix'd and folid Centre fhake:
Come drive thefe Wretches to that part 0' th' I fie.
Where Nature never yet did fmile:
Caufe Fogs & Storms, Whirlands & Earthquakes there:
There let 'em houl and languifh in defpair.
Rife and obey the powerful Prince 0' th' Air.
Two Winds rife, Ten more enter and dance.
At the end of the Dance, Three winds fink, the reft drive
Alon. Anto. Gone. off.
Act ends.
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Aftus Tertius. Scoena Prima.
Enter Ferdinand (bearing a Log.)
Fer. There be fome Sports are painfull ; — their labor
Delight in them fet off : Some kindes of bafeneffe
Are nobly vndergon ; and moft poore matters
Point to rich ends : this my meane Taske
Would be as heauy to me, as odious, but
The Mistress which I fuerve, quickens what's dead,
And makes my labours, pleafures : O She is
Ten times more gentle, then her Father's crabbed;
And he's compos'd of harfhneffe. I muft remoue
Some thoufands of thefe Logs, and pile them vp,
Vpon a fore iniunclion; my fweet Miftris
Weepes when fhe fees me worke, & faies, fuch bafenes
Had neuer like Executor : I forget :
But thefe fweet thoughts, doe euen refrefh my labours,
Moft bufie left, when I doe it. Enter Miranda and Profpero
Mir. Alas, now pray you
Worke not fo hard : I would the lightning had
Burnt vp thofe Logs that you are enjoynd to pile :
Pray fet it downe, and reft you : when this burnes
'Twill weepe for hauing wearied you : my Father
Is hard at ftudy ; pray now reft your felfe,
Hee's fafe for thefe three houres.
Fer. O moft deere Miftris,
The Sun will fet before I fhall difcharge
What I muft ftriue to do.
Mir. If you'l fit downe
He beare your Logges the while : pray giue me that,
He carry it to the pile.
Fer. No precious Creature,
I had rather cracke my finewes, breake my backe,
Then you fhouild fuch difhonor vndergoe,
While I fit lazy by.
Mir. It would become me
As well as it do's you ; and I fhould do it
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ACT III. SCENE I.
SCENE, A wild Ifland.
Enter Ferdinand, and Ariel and Milcha invifible.
Ariel. /"""* Ome unto thefe yellow fands,
V»> And then take hands,
Curtfi'd when you have, and kifs'd;
The wild waves zvhift.
Foot it featly here and there,
And fweet fprights the burthen bear.
Hark! Hark!
Bow waugh, the watch-dogs bark.
Bow waugh. Hark! hark! I hear
The strain of ftrutting Chanticleer,
Cry, Cock a doodle do.
Ferd. Where fhould this Mufick be? i' th' air, or earth? it founds no
more, and fure it waits upon fome God i' th' Ifland ; fitting on a bank, weep-
ing againft the Duke; my Father's wrack'd ; This Mufick hover'd on the
waters, allaying both their fury and my paffion with charming Aires.
Thence I have follow'd it, (or it has drawn me rather) but 'tis gone : No, it
begins again.
Milcha fings.
Full fathom five thy Father lies,
Of his bones is Coral made:
Thofe are Pearls that were his Eyes,
Nothing of him that does fade,
But does fuffer a Sea-change
Into fotnething rich and ftrange:
Sea Nymphs hourly ring his knell;
Hark! now I hear 'urn, ding dong Bell.
Ferd. This mournful Ditty mentions my drown'd Father.
This is no mortal bufinefs, nor a found which the Earth owns —
I hear it now before me; however I will on and follow it.
[Exit Ferd. following Ariel.
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With much more eafe : for my good will is to it.
And yours it is againft.
Pro. Poore worme thou art infecled,
This vifitation fhewes it.
Mir. You looke wearily.
Fer. No, noble Miftris, 'tis frefh morning with me
When you are by at night : I do befeech you
Cheefely, that I might fet it in my prayers,
What is your name?
Mir. Mirando, O my Father,
I haue broke your heft to fay fo.
Fer. Admir'd Miranda,
Indeede the top of Admiration, worth
What's deereft to the world : full many a Lady
I haue ey'd with beft regard, and many a time
Th'harmony of their tongues, hath into bondage
Brought my too diligent eare : for f euerall vertues
Haue I lik'd feuerall women, neuer any
With fo full foule, but fome defecl in her
Did quarrell with the nobleft grace fhe ow'd,
And put it to the foile. But you, O you,
So perfed, and fo peetleffe, are created
Of euerie Creatures beft.
Mir. I do not know
One of my fexe ; no womans face remember,
Saue from my glaf fe, mine owne : Nor haue I feene
More that I may call men, then you good friend,
And my deere Father: how features are abroad
I am skilleffe of ; but by my modeftie
(The iewell in my dower) I would not wifh
Any Companion in the world but you :
Nor can imagination forme a fhape
Befides your felfe, to like of : but I prattle
Something too wildely, and my Fathers precepts
I therein do forget.
Fer. I am, in my condition
A Prince (Miranda) I do thinke a King
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(I would not fo) and would no more endure
This wodden flauerie, then to fufler
The nesh-flie blow my mouth : heare my foule fpeake.
The verie inftant that I faw you, did
My heart fiie to your feruice, there refides
To make me flaue to it, and for your fake
And I this patient Logge-man.
Mir. Do you loue me ?
Fcr. O heauen; O earth, beare witnes to this found,
And crowne what I profeffe with kinde euent
If I fpeake true: if hollowly, iiiuert
What beft is boaded me, to mif chief e : I,
Beyond all limit of what elfe i'th world
Do loue, prize, honor you.
Mir. I am a foole
To weepe at what I am glad of.
Pro. Faire encounter
Of two moft rare affedlions : heauens raine grace
On that which breeds between 'em.
Fcr. Wherefore weepe you?
Mir. At mine vnworthineffe, that dare not offer
What I defire to giue ; and much lef fe take
What I fhall die to want : But this is trifling,
And all the more it feekes to hide it felfe,
The bigger bulke it fhewes. Hence bafhfull cunning,
And prompt me plaine and holy innocence.
I am your wife, if you will marrie me ;
If not, He die your maid : to be your fellow
You may denie me, but He be your feruant
Whether you will or no.
Fer. My Miftris (deereft)
And I thus humble euer.
Mir. My husband then?
Fer. I, with a heart as willing
As bondage ere of freedome : here's my hand.
Mir. And mine, with my heart in't ; and now farewel
Till halfe an houre hence.
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Fer. A thoufand, thoufand. Exeunt.
Pro. So glad of this as they I cannot be,
Who are furpriz'd with all ; but my rejoycing
At nothing can be more : He to my booke,
For yet ere fupper time, muft I performe
Much bufineffe appertaining. Exit.
Sccena Secunda.
Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo.
Ste. Tell not me, when the But is out we will drinke water, not a drop
before ; therefore beare vp, & boord em' Seruant Monfter, drinke to me.
Trin. Seruant Monfter? the folly of this Hand, they fay there's but fiue
vpon this I fie ; we are three of them, if th'other two be brain'd like vs, the
State totters.
Ste. Drinke feruant Monfter when I bid thee, thy eies are almoft fet
in thy head.
Trin. Where fhould they bee fet elfe? thee were braue Monfter indeede
if they were fet in his taile.
Ste. My man- Monfter hath drown'd his tongue in facke : for my part
the Sea cannot drowne mee, I fwam ere I could recouer the fhore, fiue and
thirtie Leagues off and on, by this light thou fhalt bee my Lieutenant Mon-
fter, or my Standard.
Trin. Your Lieutenant if you lift, hee's no ftandard.
Ste. VVeel not run Monfieur Monfter.
Trin. Nor go neither : but you'l lie lik*? dogs, and yet fay nothing neither.
Ste. Mbone-calfe, fpeak once in thy life, if thou beeft a good Moone-
calfe.
Cal. How does thy honour ? Let me licke thy f hooe : He not ferue him,
he is not valiant.
Trin. Thou Heft moft ignorant Monfter, I am in cafe to iuftle a Con-
ftable : why, thou debofh'd Fifh thou, was there euer man a Coward, that
hath drunk fo much Sacke as I to day ? wilt thou tell a monf strous lie, being
but halfe a Fifh, and halfe a Monfter?
Cal. Loe, how he mockes me, wilt thou let him my Lord?
Trin. Lord, quoth he? that a Monfter fhould be fuch a Naturall?
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SCENE II. The Cyprefs-trees and Cave.
Enter Profpero and Miranda.
Prof p. Excufe it not, Miranda, for to you (the elder, and I thought the
more difcreet) I gave the conduct of your Sifters actions.
Mir. Sir, when you call'd me thence, I did not fail to mind her of her
duty to depart.
Prof p. How can I think you did remember hers, when you forgot your
own? did you not fee the man whom I commanded you to fhun?
Mir. I muft confefs I faw him at a diftance.
Prof p. Did not his Eyes infect and poifon you?
What alteration found you in your felf?
Mir. I only wondered at a fight fo new.
Prof p. But have you no defire once more to fee him?
Come, tell me truly what you think of him?
Mir. As of the gayeft thing I ever faw, fo fine, that it appear'd more fit
to be belov'd than fear'd, and feemfd fo near my kind, that I did think I
might have call'd it Sifter.
Prof p. You do not love it?
Mir How is it likely that I fhould, except the thing had firft lov'd me?
Prof p. Cherifh thofe thoughts ; you have a gen'rous foul ;
And fince I fee your mind not apt to take the light
Impreffions of a fudden love, I will unfold
A fecret to your knowledge.
That Creature which you faw, is of a kind which
Nature made a prop and guide to yours.
Mir. Why did you then propofe him as an object of terrour to my mind?
you never us'd to teach me any thing but God-like truths, and what you
faid, I did believe as facred.
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Cal. Loe, loe againe : bite him to death I prethee.
Ste. Trinculo, keepe a good tongue in your head : If you proue a muti-
neere, the next Tree : the poore Monfter's my fubiect, and he fhall not fuffer
indignity.
Cal. I thanke my noble Lord. Wilt thou be pleas'd to hearken once
againe to the fuite I made to thee ?
Ste. Marry will I : kneele, and repeate it,
I will ftand, and fo fhall Trinculo.
Enter Ariel! inuifible.
Cal. As I told thee before, I am fubiect to a Tirant,
A Sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me
Of the Ifland.
Ariell. Thou lyeft.
Cal. Thou lyeft, thou iefting Monkey thou :
I would my valiant Mafter would deftroy thee.
I do not lye.
Ste. Trinculo, if you trouble him any more in's tale,
By this hand, I will fupplant fome of your teeth.
Trin. Why, I faid nothing.
Ste. Mum then, and no more : proceed.
Cal. I fay by Sorcery he got this I fie
From me, he got it. If thy Greatneffe will
Reuenge it on him, (for I know thou dar'ft)
But this Thing dare not.
Ste. That's moft certaine.
Cal. Thou fhalt be Lord of it, and He ferue thee.
Ste. How now fhall this be compaft?
Canft thou bring me to the party ?
Cal. Yea, yea my Lord, He yeeld him thee afleepe,
Where thou maift knocke a naile into his head.
Ariell. Thou Heft, thou canft not.
Cal. What a py'de Ninnie's this ? Thou fcuruy patch :
I do befeech thy Greatneffe giue him blowes,
And take his bottle from him : When that's gone,
He fhall drinke nought but brine, for Tie not fhew him
Where the quicke Frefhes are.
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Prof p. I fear'd the pleafing form of this young man
Might unaware poffefs your tender breaft,
Which for a nobler gueft I had defign'd;
For fhortly, my Miranda, you fhall fee another of this kind,
The fullblown Flower, of which this Youth was but the
Op'ning Bud. Go in, and fend your Sifter to me.
Mir. Heav'n ftill preferve you, Sir. [Exit Miranda.
Prof p. And make thee fortunate.
Enter Dorinda.
O, come hither, you have feen a man to day,
Againft my ftrict command.
Dor. Who I ? indeed I faw him but a little, Sir.
Prof p. Come, come, be clear. Your Sifter told me all.
Dor. Did fhe? truly fhe would have feen him: more than I,
But that I would not let her.
Prof p. Why fo?
Dor. Becaufe, methought, he would have hurt me lefs
Than he would her. But if I knew you'd not be angry
With me, I could tell you, Sir, that he was much to blame.
Profp- Hah ! was he to blame ?
Tell me, with that fincerity I taught you, how you became fo bold to fee
the man?
Dor. I hope you will forgive me, Sir, becaufe I did not fee him much
till he faw me. Sir, he would needs come in my way, and ftar'd, and ftar'd
upon my face ; and fo I thought I would be reveng'd of him, and therefore I
gaz'd on him as Jong; but if I e'r come near a man again
Profp. I told you he was dangerous ; but you would not be warn'd.
Dor. Pray be not: angry, Sir, if I tell you, you are miftaken in him ; for he
did me no great hurt.
Profp. But he may do you more harm hereafter.
Dor. No, Sir I'm as well as ever I was in all my life,
But that I cannot eat nor drink for thought of him.
That dangerous man runs ever in my mind.
Profp. The way to cure you, is no more to fee him.
Dor. Nay, pray, Sir, fay not fo, I promis'd him
To fee him once agen; and you know, Sir,
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Ste. Trinculo, run into no further danger:
Interrupt the Monfter one word further, and by this hand, He turne my
mercie out o'doores, and make a Stockfifh of thee.
Trin, Why, what did I? I did nothing:
He go farther off.
Ste. Didft thou not fay he lyed?
Ariell. Thou Heft.
Ste. Do I fo? Take thou that,
As you like this, giue me the lye another time.
Trin. I did not giue the lie: Out o'your wittes, and hearing too?
A pox o'your bottle, this can Sacke and drinking doo:
A mairren on your Monfter, and the diuell take your fingers.
Cal. Ha, ha, ha.
Ste. Now forward with your Tale: prethee ftand further off.
Cal. Beate him enough : after a little time
He beate him too.
Ste. Stand farther: Come proceede.
Cal. Why, as I told thee, 'tis a cuftome with him
I'th afternoone to fleepe : there thou maift braine him,
Hauing firft feiz'd his bookes : Or with a logge
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a ftake,
Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember
Firft to poffeffe his Bookes; for without them
Hee's but a Sot, as I am ; nor hath not
One Spirit to command : they all do hate him
As rootedly as I. Burne but his Bookes,
He ha's braue Vtenfils (for fo he calles them)
Which when he ha's a houfe, hee'l decke withall.
And that moft deeply to confider, is
The beautie of his daughter: he himfelfe
Cals her a non-pareill : I neuer faw a woman
But onely Sycorax my Dam, and fhe ;
But fhe as farre furpaffeth Sycorax ,
As great'ft do's leaft.
Ste. Is it fo braue a Laffe?
Cal. I Lord, fhe will become thy bed, I warrant,
And bring thee forth braue brood.
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You charg'd me I fhould never break my promife.
Prof p. Wou'd you fee him who did you fo much mifchief ?
Dor. I warrant you I did him as much harm as he did me ;
For when I left him, Sir, he figh'd fo, as it griev'd
My heart to hear him.
Prof p. Thofe fighs were poifonous, they infected you :
You fay, they griev'd you to the heart.
Dor. 'Tis true ; but yet his looks and words were gentle.
Prof p. Thefe are the Day dreams of a Maid in Love.
But ftill I fear the worft.
Dor. O fear not him, Sir.
Prof p. You fpeak of him with too much paffion ; tell me
(And on your duty tell me true, Dorinda)
What paft betwixt you and that horrid creature?
Dor. How, horrid, Sir? if any elfe but you fhould call it fo, indeed I
fhould be angry.
Prof p. Go too ! you are a foolifh Girl ; but anfwer to what I afk, what
thought you when you faw it?
Dor. At firft it ftar'd upon me, and feem'd wild,
And then I trembled, yet it look'd fo lovely, that when
I would have fled away, my feet feem'd faften'd to the ground,
Then it drew near, and with amazement afk'd
To touch my hand; which, as a ranfom for my life,
I gave: but when he had it, with a furious gripe
He put it to his mouth fo eagerly, I was afraid he
Would have fwallow'd it.
Prof p. Well, what was his behaviour afterwards?
Dor. He on a fudden grew fo tame and gentle,
That he became more kind to me than you are;
Then, Sir, I grew I know not how, and touching his hand
Agen, my heart did beat fo ftrong, as I lack'd breath
To anfwer what he afk'd.
Prof p. You have been too fond, and I fhould chide you for it.
Dor. Then fend me to that Creature to be punifh'd.
Prof p. Poor Child ! thy paffion, like a lazy Ague.
Has feiz'd thy bloud, inftead of ftriving, thou humour'ft
And feed'ft thy languifhing difeafe: thou fight'ft
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Ste. Monfter, I will kill this man : his daughter and I will be King and
Queene, faue our Grace : and Trinculo and they felue fha.ll be Vice-royes :
Do ft thou like the plot Trinculo f
Trin. Excellent.
Ste. Giue me thy hand, I am forry I beate thee :
But while thou liu'ft keepe a good tongue in thy head.
Cal. Within this halfe houre will he be afleepe,
Wilt thou deftroy him then?
Ste. I on mine honour.
Ariell. This will I tell my Matter.
Cal. Thou mak'ft me merry : I am full of pleafure,
Let vs be iocond. Will you trouble the Catch.
You taught me but whileare?
Ste. At thy requeft Monfter, I will do reafon,
Any reafon : Come on Trinculo, let vs fing.
Sings.
Flout' em, and cout'cm: and shozvd'em, and flout' em,
Thought is free.
Cal. That's not the tune.
Ariell plaies the tune on a Tabor and Pipe.
Ste. What is this fame?
Trin. This is the tune of our Catch, plaid by the picture of No-body.
Ste. If thou beeft a man, fhew thy felue in thy likenes :
If thou beeft a diuell, take't as thou lift.
Trin. O forgiue me my finnes.
Ste. He that dies payes all debts : I defie thee ;
Mercy vpon us.
Cal. Art thou affeard ?
Ste. No Monfter, not I.
Cal. Be not affeard, the Ifle is full of noyfes,
Sounds, and fweet aires, that giue delight and hurt not :
Sometimes a thoufand twangling Inftruments
Will hum about mine eares ; and fometimes voices.
That if I then had wak'd after long fleepe,
Will make me fleepe againe, and then in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and fhew riches
Ready to drop vpon me, that when I wak'd
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The Battels of thy Enemy, and 'tis one part of what
I threaten'd thee, not to perceive thy clanger.
Dor. Danger, Sir?
If he would hurt me, yet he knows not how:
He hath no Claws nor Teeth, nor Horns to hurt me,
But looks about him like a Callow-bird.
Juft ftrangl'd from the Neft: pray truft me, Sir,
To go to him agen.
Profp. Since you will venture,
I charge you bear your felf referv'dly to him,
Let him not dare to touch your naked hand,
But keep at diftance from him.
Dor. This is hard.
Profp. It is the way to make him love you more ;
He will defpife you if you grow too kind.
Dor. I'l ftruggle with my heart to follow this,
But if I lofe him by it, will you promife
To bring him back agen?
Profp. Fear not, Dorinda;
But ufe him ill, and he'l be yours for ever.
Dor. I hope you have not couzen'd me agen. [Exit Dor.
Profp. Now my defigns are gathering to a head.
My fpirits are obedient to my charms.
What, Ariel! my fervant Ariel, where art thou?
Enter Ariel.
Ariel. What wou'd my potent Miafter ? Here I am.
Profp. Thou and thy meaner fellows your laft fervice
Did worthily perform, and I muft ufe you in" fuch another
Work: how goes the day?
Ariel. On the fourth, my Lord, and on the fixth, you faid our work
fhould ceafe.
Profp. And fo it fhall ;
And thou fhalt have the open air at freedom.
Ariel. Thanks, my great Lord.
Profp. But tell me firft, my Spirit,
How fares the Duke, mv Brother, and their followers?
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I cri'de to dreame againe.
Ste. This will proue a braue kingdome to me,
Where I fhall haue my Muficke for nothing.
Cal. When Profpero is deftroy'd.
Ste. That fhall be by and by:
I remember the ftorie.
Trin. The found is going away,
Lets follow it, and after do our worke.
Ste. Leade Monfter,
Wee'l follow: I would I could fee this Taborer,
He layes it on.
Trin. Wilt come?
To follow Stephano. Exeunt.
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Ariel. Confin'd together, as you gave me order,
In the Lime-grove, which weather-fends your Cell!
Within that Circuit up and down they wander,
But cannot ftir one ftep beyond their compafs.
Prof p. How do they bear their forrows ?
Ariel. The two Dukes appear like men diftracted, their
Attendants brim-full of forrow mourning over 'em;
But chiefly, he you term'd the good Gonsalo :
His Tears run down his Beard, like Winter drops
From Eaves of Reeds, your Vifion did fo work 'em,
That if you now behold 'em, your affections
Would become tender.
Prof p. Do'ft thou think fo, Spirit?
Ariel. Mine would, Sir, were I humane.
Prof p. And mine fhall :
Haft thou, who art but air, a touch, a feeling of their
Afflictions, and fhall not I (a man like them, one
Who as fharply relifh paffions as they) be kindlier
Mov'd than thou art? though they have pierc'd
Me to the quick with injuries, yet with my nobler
Reafon 'ainft my fury I will take part;
The rarer action is in vertue than in vengeance.
Go, my Ariel, refrefh with needful food their
Famifh'd bodies. With fhows and cheerful
Mufick comfort 'em.
Ariel. Prefently, Mafter.
Prof p. With a twinkle, Ariel. But ftay, my Spirit ;
What is become of my Slave Caliban,
And Sycorax his Sifter?
Ariel. Potent Sir!
They have caft off your fervice, and revolted
To the wrack'd Marriners, who have already
Parcell'd your Ifland into Governments.
Prof p. No matter, I have now no need of 'em.
But, Spirit, now I ftay thee on the Wing;
Hafte to perform what I have given in charge:
But fee they keep within the bounds I fet 'em.
132 The Tempeft 1623
Scena Tertia.
Enter Alfonfo, Sebaftian, Anthonio, Gonzalo,
Adrian, Francifco, &c.
Gon. By'r lakin, I can goe no further, Sir,
My old bones akes : here's a maze trod indeede
Through fourth rights, & Meanders : by your patience,
I needes muft reft me.
Al. Old Lord, I cannot blame thee,
Who, am my felfe attach'd with wearineffe
To th'dulling of my fpiriits : Sit downe, and reft :
Euen here I will put off my hope, and keepe it
No longer for my Flatterer : he is droun'd
Whom thus we ftray to finde, and the Sea mocks
Our fruftrate fearch on land : well, let him goe.
Ant. I am right glad, that he's fo out of hope :
Doe not for one repulfe forgoe the purpofe
That you refolu'd t'effect.
Seb. The next aduantage will we take throughly.