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While you here do snoring He, a. il. s. \. p. 8.
I shall no more to sea, to sea, a. \{. s. 2. p. 9.
Honor, riches, marriage-blessing, a. I v. s. i.

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Where the bee sucks, there suck I, a. v. s. i.

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^Tttw Gentlemen of Verona : —

Who Is Silvia? what Is she? a. Iv. s. a./. 3a.

A Midsummer NlghCs Dream : —

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You spotted snakes, with double tongue, a. il.

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Now, until the break of day, a. v. s. a. />. 54.

Twelfik Night: —

Oh, mistress mine, where are you roaming?

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Come away, come away, death, a. li. s. 4.

1 am gone, sir, and anon, sir, a. iv. s. 2. p. 7a,
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Fyc on sinful fantasy, a. v. 5. 5./. 99.

Measure for Measure : —

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Much Ado About Nothing : —

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Blow, blow, thou winter wmd, a, il. s. •]. p.

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5. a. p. 163.
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Then is there mirth In heaven, a. v. s. 4./.

Wedding Is great Juno's crown, a. v. s. 4.
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Merchant of Venice : —

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Airs Well that Ends Well : —

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The Winter's Tale: —

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Lawns as white as driven snow, «. Iv. s. 3.

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Macbeth: —

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King Henry IV., Part II. : —

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Come, thou monarch of the vine, a. IL s, 7.

Cymbeltne : —

Hark, hark 1 the lark at heaven's gate sings,

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King Lear: —

Fools had ne'er less grace in a year, a. i. 8. 4.

He that has and a little tiny wit, a. ill. «. a.

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TVoilus and CressUla : —

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Hamlet: —

How should I your true love know, a. iv. s. 5.

To-morrow is St Valentine's day, a. Iv. s. 5.

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Othello: —

ICinar Qf<:>nh«>n tiroa a wnrthtf n^«H- /*. it. it. 1.

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AimraO, XlBg of HaiflM. 8BB&8TIAN, hla brotbflr.
FftOSFERO, the rlgbtfal Dake of MUaa.
UrrORIO, tho «rari>iag ,Diik« of Milan, brotbor to Proopora.
FERDINAND, son to the King of Nftplot.
0ONZALO, «a hoiMit old couuellor of Nftplot.
ADRIAN, a lord. FRANCISCO, ft lord.
OALIBAN, a MTago and deformed ilave.

8CSNS.~Tbe 8«a» with a Ship; afUnrardi aa Uaad.

TRmcULO, a Joitor. BTEPHANO, a dniifkea bQtlw.
KMter of a Ship, Boatraaln and Uarlnen.

HIRANDA, daughter to Proepero.

ARIEL, aa airy tpirit. IRI8, a iplxH

CERB8, a spirit. JTJNO, a iplilli

Nym^Vu. Reapen.
OUier Spirit* attending «n Frosperow


SCENEL— Ona^>a«.Si!a. ASUmn^wiai

Thunder <md Ldghtmng,

Enter a Ship-master and a Boatswain.

MasUr, Boatswain^ —

Boats, Here, master: What cheer?

Master, Good : Speak to the mariners : fiill to 't
farely, or we ran ourselves aground : bestir, bestir.

Enter Maimers,

Boats. Heigh, my hearts ; cheerly, cheerlj, mj
hearts ; yare, yare : Take in the topsail : Tend to
the master's whistle.— Blow till thon burst ihj
wind, if room enough I

Enter AuonBO, Sebastian, Antonio, Ferdinand,
GoMZALO, and others,

Alan, Good boatswain, have care. 'V^'here^
Che master ? Play the men.

Boats. I pray now, keep below.

Ant. Where is the master, boson ?

Boats, Do you not hear him? You mar our
labour: Keep your cabins: Yoa do assist the

Qon, Nay, good, be patient.

Boats, When the sea is. Hence 1 What care
these roarers for the name of king? To cabin :
silence; trouble us not.

Oon, Good ; yet remember whom thou hast

Boats. None that I more love than myself. You
are a counsellor; if you can command these ele-
ments to silence, and work the peace of the present,
we will not hand a rope more; use your authority.
If you cannot, give thanks ^ou have lived so long,
and moke yourself ready m your cabin for the
mischance of the hour, if it so hap. — Cheerl^, good
hearts. — Out of our way, I say. [lixit.

Oon, I have great comfort from this fellow :
metliinks he hath no drowning mark upon him ;
his complexion is perfect gallows. Stand fast,
cood flite, to his hanging '. make the rope of his
destiny our cable, for our own dotli little advan-
tage! If he be not bom to be hanged our case is
miserable. [Exeitnt.

He-enter Boatswain.

Boats, Down with the topmast; yare; lower,
lower ; bring Uer to try with main-course. [A cry
i'-ffhi'n.] A plague upon this howling I they are
k>uder t' an the weatlier or our office.—

Re-enter Sebastian, Antonio, and Gonzalo.
Yet again? what do you here? Sliall we giv
o'er and drown ? Have you a mind to sink ?

Seb. A pox o' your tliroat I you bawling, bias
phemous, mcharitable dog I •

Boats, Work you, then.

Ant, Hang, cur, hang I you whoreson, insolent
noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drowned than
thou art

Qan, 111 warrant him for drowning; though the
ship were no stronger than a nut-shell, and as leaky
as an unstanched wench.

Boats, Lsij her a-hold, a-hold: set her two
courses ; off to sea again ; lay her off.
Enter Mariners, toet.

Mar, All lost I to prayers, to prayers! all lo!«t !


Boats, What, must our mouths be cold?

Oon. The king and prince at prayers! let ns
For our case is as theirs. [assist them,

Seb, I am out of patience.

Ant. We are merely cheated of our lives by
drunkards. —
This wide-choppd rascal; — 'Would thoumightst

lie dp^wnin^.
The washing of ten tides t

Cfon, He 11 be hang'd yet;

Though every drop of water swear against it,
And gape at wid'st to glut him.

[A oor\f used noise withtju] — Mercy on us ! Fdrcn
We split, we split! — Farewell, my wife and chil
Farewell, brotlier I Wq split, we split, we splitl —

Ant, Let 's all sink with the king [Exit,

8cb, IjQt *s take leave of him. [Exit,

Oon, Now would I give a thousand furlongs of
sea for an acre of barren ground ; long heath, brown
furze, anything : The wills above be done I but I
would lain die a dry death. [Exit,

SCENE IL—The Island: b^/ore the Cell q^
Enter Prospero and Miranda.
Mira, If by your art, my dearest father, you have
Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them :
Tlie sky, it seems, would pour down slinking pitch
But that the sea, mounting to the welkin^ cheek,
D.ishes the fire out. 0, 1 have suflfer'd
With those that I saw suffer I a brave vessels

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Who had no doubt some noble creature in her,
Dash*d all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart I Poor souls I they pe-
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have sunk the sea within the earth, or e*er
It should the good ship so have swallowed, and
The fraughting souls within her.

Pro, Be collected ;

No more amazement : toll your piteous heart,
There 's no harm done.

Mira, O, woe the day I

Pro, No harm.

I have donejiothlng but in care of thee,
|0f thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter I) who
Art ignorant of what tliou art, nought knowing
Of whence I am ; nor that I am more better
Thau Prospc4t), master of a full poor cell,
And thy no greater fether.

i/ira. More to know

Did never meddle with my thoughts.

Pro. *T is time

I should inform thee fiirther. Lend thy hand,
And pluck my magic garment from me.— So

[Lays down his mantU.
I th( "

Lie there my art— Wipe thou thine eyes ; have

The direful spectacle of the wrack, which touoh'd
The very virtue of compassion in thee,
I have with such provision in mine art
So safely order'd, that there is no soul-
No, not so much perdition as an hair,
Hetid to any creature in the vessel [Sit down ;
Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink.
For thou must now know farther.

Alira, You have often

Begun to tell me wluit I am; but stopped
And left me to a bootless inquisition;
Condudmg, " Stay, not yet**—

Pro, The hour's now come;

The rery minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not thmk thou canst; for then thou wast not
Out three years old.

Ifira, Certainly, sir, I can.

Pro. Bj what? by any other house, or person?
Of anyUimg the image tell me that
Hath kept with tliy remembrance.

Mira, T is far off;

And rather like a dream tlian an assurance
That my remembrance warrants : Had I not
Four or five women once that tended me? [it is

Pro, Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: But how
That thb lives in thy mind? Whatsee'st thou else
In the dark backward and abysm of time?
If thou remember*st aught ere thou cam'st here.
How thou cam*8t here thou mayst

Mira, But that I do not.

Pro, Twelve year since, Mminda, twelve year
Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and
A prince of power.

Mira, Sir, are not you my father ?

Pro. Thy motlier was a piece of virtue, and
She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
Was Duke of Milan ; and his only heir
And princess no worse issued.

Mira. O, the heavens I

What foul play had we, that wo came from thencr;?
Or blessed was 't we did?

Pro. Both, both, my girl ;

^y foul play, as thou say'st, w^ro we heav*d thence ;

But blessedly help hither.

Mira. O, my heart bleeds

To think o* the teen that I have tum'd you to, [ther.
Whicli is from my remembrance I Please you (kr*

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd Antonio.—
I pray thee mark me that a brother should
Be so perfidious; — he whom, next thjrself^
Of all the world I lov*d, and to him put
The numage of m^ state, as, at that time,
Through idl the signiories it was tlie first.
And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed
In dignity ; and for the liberal arts
Without a parallel : those being all my study.
The government I cast upon my brother.
And to my state grew stranger, being transported
And rapt m secret studies. Thy ficUse uncle —
Dost thou attend me ?

Miixi. Sir, most heedfully.

Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits.
How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom
To thrash for overtopping; new created
The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed them
Or else new form'd them; having both the key
Of officer and office, set all hearts i' th* state
To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk, [not
And suck'd my verdure out ont — Thou attenVsl

Mira. O good sir, I do.

Pro. I pray thee, nuu*k me.

I thus neglecting wordly ends, all dedicated
To closeness, and the bettering of my mind
With that, which, but by being so retir'd,
O'er priz'd all popular rate, in my false brother
Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
A falsehood, in its contrary as great
As my trust was; which liad, indeed, no limit,
A confidence sans bounds. He being thus lorded,
Not only with what my revenue yialdedj
But what my power might else exact, — like one
Who havmg unto truth, by telling of it,
Blade such a sinner of his memory*.
To credit his own lie,— he did believe
He was indeed the duke; out of the substitution,
And executing the outward face of royalty.
With all prerogative : Hence his ambition growing.
Dost thou hear?

Mira, Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

Pro. To have no screen between this part he
And him he play'd it for, he needs will be
Absolute Milan: Me, poor man! my library
Wa? dukedom large enough; of temporal royalties
He thinks me now incapaole: confeaerates
(So dry he was for sway) with the King of Naples,
To give him annual tribute, do him homage;
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
The dujcedom, vet unbow'd, (alas poor Mihml)
To most ignoble stooping.

Mira. the heavens I [me

Pro. Blark his condition, and the event; then tell
If this might be a brother.

Ifira. I should sin

To think but nobly of my grandmother:
Good wombs have borne bad sons.

Pro. Now the conditioB

This King of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens ray brother's suit;
Which was, that he, in lieu o'the prembes
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out oi the dukedom; and c mfer fair Milan,
"With all the honours, on my hrothw:^ Whereon,
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A Inadierous army levied, one inielni?:ht
Fated to the purpose, did Antonio opt n
The gates of Milan; and, i'tbe dead of d^irkneas,
The ministers for the purpose harried thence
lie, and thy oiTing self.

ifira. Alack, for pity I

I, not remembVing how I cried out theOi
Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint,
rhat wrings mine eyes to \.

Fro, Hear a litUe further,

And then III bring thee to the pr^isent businass
Which now's upon us ; without tne which, this story
Were most impertinent

Mircu Wherefore did they not

That hour destroy us?

Pro, Well demanded, wench;

My tale provokes that question. Dear, they dur^t not
(So dear the love my people bore me) ; nor set
A mark so bloody on the business : but
With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark :
Bore US some leagues to sea; where they prei>ar*d
A rotten carcase of a butt, not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
Instinctively have quit it: there they hoist us,
To cry to the sea that roar*d to us ; to sigh
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back a^in,
Did us but loving wrong.

Jdira, Alack 1 what trouble

Was I then to yon."

Pro, O! a cherubim

Thou wast that did preserve me ! Thou didst smile,

Infused with a fortitude from heaven.

When I have deck'd the sea vrith drops full salt;

Under my burthen groaned: which lais'd in me

An underling stomach, to bear up

Against what should ensue,
iftro. How came we ashore?

IVo. By Providence divine.

Some food we had, and some fresh water, that

A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his charity (who being then appointed

Master of this design), did give us; with

Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries.

Which since have steaded much ; so, of his gentle-

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish 'd me,

From mine own library, with volumes that

I pKze above my dukedom.
Mira, 'Would I miglit

Bat ever see that manl
piff. Now I arise:—

Sit still, 9^^ ^**' ^© l*s* of our sea-sorrow,

^ere in* this island we arriv'd; and here

I Approach, my Ariel; come.

Enter AniEL.

JrL An hail, greatmaster! grave sir, hafll I come
To answer thy best pleasure; be 't to fly,
To swim, to aive into the fire, to ride
On the currd doiids: to thy strong biddhig task
Ariel, and all his quality.

Pro. Hast thou, spirit^

Performed to point the tempest that I bade Jieef

An, To every article.
I boarded the kmg's ship : now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, In every cabin,
I flam*d amazement: Sometime I 'd divide
And bum in many places; on tlie topmast,
The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame diatlnotly,
Then meet, and join: Jove% lightnings, the pre-
O* the dreadful thunder-daps, more momentary
And sight-outrunning were not : The fire, and crack?
Of surphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble
Yea, hjs dread trident shake.

Pro, My brave spirifcl

Who was so firm, so constant, that this ooiJ
Would not infect his reason ?

An. Not a soul

But felt a fever of the mad, and play*d
Some tricks of desperation: All but mariners
Plung'd in the foammg brine, and quit the vessA^
Then all arfire with me: the king's son, Ferdinauil,
Witii hair up-stairing, (then like reeds, not hair J
Was the first man that loap'd : cried, ^Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here."

Pro, Why, that Is my spiriti

But was not this nigh shore ?

An. Close by, my master.

Pro, But are they, Ariel, safe?

An, Not a hair perished;

On their sustaining garments not a blemish.
But fresher than l^fore : and, as thou bad'st me.
In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle :
The king's son have I landed by himsdf ;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs, *
In a odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
Hi!< arms in this sad knot.

PnK Ofthe kings ship

The mariners, say, how thou hast disposd.
And all the rest o' the fleet.

jlri. Safely in harbour

Is the king's ship ; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight «> fetch dew
From the slill-vexi d Bermooihes, ti.ere she'* ma
The mariners all under hatches stow'd ;
W liom, with a charm joiii'd to their suffer d labour,

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Pro. Before the time be out? no more.

Jri I prithee

Remember, I have done thee worthy service; | Ifira. The strangeoess of your story put
Told thee no lies, nade thee no mbtakings, served Heaviness in me.
Without or grudge, or grmnblings: thou didst Pro. S'lakeitoff: Come on;

To bate me a full year. [promise Well visit Caliban, my slave, who never

Pro, Dost thou forget «• » « . • .

From what a torment I did free thee?

Aru No.

Pro, Thou dost; and think^st it much to tread
Of the salt deep ; [the ooze

To run upon the sharp wind of the north ;
To do me business in the veins o' the earth.
When it is bak'd with frost.

Ari I do not, iur.

Pro, Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast tboa
The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy,
Was ^own into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?

An, No, sir. [tell me.

Pro, Thou hast: Where was she bom? speak;

An, Sir, in Argier.

Pro, 0, was she so ? I must

Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
W hich thou forgett^t. This damn 'd witch, Sycoraz,
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know'st, was banish'd ; for one thing she did
They would not take her life : Is not this true?

ArL Av, sir. [with child,

Pro. This blue-eyed ha^ was hither brought
And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave,
As thou roport'st thyself, wast thou her serTant:
And, for tliou w&st a spirit too delicate
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands.
Refusing her grand bests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers.
And in her most unmiti^ble rage.
Into a oloven pine ; within which rift
Imprisoned, thou didst painfully remain
A aozen years, withm which space she died.
And left thee there ; where thou didst vent thy

. groans,
As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island
(Save for the son that she did litter here,
A freckled whelp, hag-bom) not honoured with
A human shape.

ArL Yes ; Caliban her son.

Pro, Dull thing, I say so ; he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know^t
What torment I did find thee In : thy groans
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts
Of ever-angry bears : it was a torment
To lav upon the damn*d^ which Sycoraz
Coula not again undo ; it was mine art.
When I arrived, and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.

ArL I thank thee, master.

Pro, If thou more murmur 'st, I will rend an oak,
And peg thee in hb knotty entrails, till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.

ArL Pai'don, master;

I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spnting gently.

Pro. Do so ; and after two days

I will discharge thee.

ArL That *8 my noble master!

What shall I do? say what : what shall I do?

Pro, Go make thyself like a nymph o* the sea:
Be subject to no sight but thine and mine ; invisible
To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape,
And hkner oome in *t : go, hence, with diligence.

Yields us kind answer.

Mra. T is a vDhun, air,

I do not love to look on.

Pro, But, as 1 18,

We cannot miss him : he does make our fire^
Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices
That profit us. What ho I slave I Caliban I
Thou earthj thou I speak.

CaL [IVUhm.] There *s wood enough within.

Pro, Come forth, I say ; there ^ omer busine»
Come, thou tortoise I when I [for thoei

Be-enter Ariel, Wee a water^nym^
Fine apparition I My quaint Ariel,
Hark m thine ear.

ArL liy lord, it shall be done. [Exit

Pro, Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth ! piimself

Enter Caudah.

CdL As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed
With raven*s feather from unwholesome fen.
Drop on you both I a south-west blow on ve,
Ana blister you all o'er. [cramps.

Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
Shall, for that vast of night tliat they may work.
All exercise on thee : -thou shalt be pinch'd
As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that naiade them.

CaL I must eat my dinner.

This island ^ mme, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak^t from me. When thou earnest

Thou strok'dst me, and mad^t much of me ; wouldst

give me
Water with berries in *t ; and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less.
That bum by day and night : and then I lov'd tbee
And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle.
The fresh sprmgs, brine-pits, barren plaoe, and

Cursed be I that did so ! — All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you I
For I am all the subjects that you have.
Which first was mme own king; and here yoc

sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the island.

Pro. Thou most lying slave,

Whom stripes may move, not kindness : I have

us d thee.
Filth as thou art, with human care ; and lodg'd thee
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to vioUte
The honour of my child.

Col, O ho, O ho ! — 'would it had been donel
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans. •

Pro, Abhorred slave ;

Which any nrmt of goodness will not take.
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, [hour

Took pams to make thee speak, taught thee each
One thmg or other : when thou didst not. savage,
Know thme own ineanmg, but wouldst gaoble luce
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known : But thy vile
race, [natures

Thomrh thou didst learn, had that in-Vwhich iropd
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Gould not abide to be iHth ; therefore wnst tfaoa

Deservedlj oonfin^ into this rock,

Who hadst deserved more than a prison. [on ^

OoL You taught me language; and my profit
Is, I know how to curse : the red plague rid 70U,
For learning me your language I

Pro. Hag-seed, hence t

Fetch us in ftiel : and be quick, thou wert best.
To answer other business. Shrugg'st thou, malice?
If thou neglecffet or dost unwillmgly
What I command, 1 11 rack the with old cramps;
Fill all thj bones with aches; make thee roar
rhat beasts shall tremble at thy din.

Cal, No, pray thee I—

T must obey : his art is of such power, [Axide.
It would control my dam*s god, Setebos,
A.ud make a vassal of him.

Pro,. So, slave; hencel [ExU Cal.

R^tnter Akiel intomUe, nUttjing and singing; Fer-
DDT AND follomng Mm,

Abiel^ Song,

Oome unto these vellow aands,

And then take handfl :
Ooortsied when 70a have, and klard*

The wild wares whi8t»
Foot it featley here and there :

And. sweet sprites, the burthen hea£
Bur, Harlt, hark I Bowgh. wowgh.

The watch doffs bark;


Bowgh, wowgl
An, RSu-k. harki Ihear

The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, oock-a^oodle-doa

Fer, Where should this music be ? i' the air, or
the earth?
It sounds no more:— and sure it waits upon
8ome god of the island. Sitting on a bank.
Weeping again the king my father's wrack.
This music crept by me upon the waters ;
Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
With its sweet air : thence I have foUow'd it.
Or it hath drawn me rather :— But *t is gone.
Kg, it begins again.

Arjxl dngs.

Full fathom fire thy father Ilea;

Of hia bones are cortl made ;

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