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(Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd thee
In mine own cell, 'till thou didst seek to violate
The honour of my child.

CAL. Oh ho, oh ho! I wou'd it had been done!
Thou didst prevent me, I had peopled elfe
This ifle with Calibans.

PRO. Abhorred flave;
Which any print of goodness will not take,
Being capable of all ill!' I pity'd thee,
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other, When thou didît not, favage,
Know thine own meaning, bát wouldīt gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known. But thy vile race
(Tho' thou didst learn) had that in’t; which good natures
Could not abide to be with ; therefore waft thou
Deservedly confin'd into this rock,..
Who hadft deserv'd more than a prison.

Cal. You taught me language, and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curse: the red plagne rid-you,
For learning me your language !

Pro, Hag-feed, hence!.
Fetch us in fewel and be quick (thou wert best)
To answer other business. Shrug'lt thou, malice ?
If thou neglect'ft, or doft unwillingly
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps;
Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar,
That beats fall tremble at thy din.

CAL. No, 'pray thee.
I must obey; his art is of such pow'r,

[alide. It would control my dam's god Setebos,

And make a vassal of him.

Pro. So, Aave, hence !

[Exit Caliban.

SCENE V.

Enter Ferdinand, at the remoteft part of the stage; and

Ariel invisible, playing and singing.

ARIEL'S SONG.
Come unto these yellow fands,
And then take hand :
Court'Gied when you have, and kist,

The wild waves whist;
Foot it featly here and there,
And sweet sprites, the burden bear.

[Burden, dispersedly.

Hark, hark, baugh-waugh; the watch-dogs bark,

Baugh-waugh. ARI, Hark, hark, I hear

The strain of strutting chanticlere

Cry, Cock'a-doodle-do.

Fer. Where should this musick be, i'th' air, or earth? It sounds no more: and fure, it waits upon Some god o’th’iland. Sitting on a bank, Weeping against the king my father's wreck, This musick crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury and my paffion, With its sweet air; thence I have follow'd it. Or it hath drawn me rather-but 'tis gone. No, it begins again.

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ARIEL'S SONG.
Full fathom five thy father lies,

Of his bones are coral made :
Those are pearls, that were his eyes :

Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change,
Into someth rich and strange.

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell.
Hark, now I hear them, ding-dong, bell.

[Burden, ding-dong.

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father.
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owns; I hear it now above.

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eyes advance,
And say, what thou see'st yond.

MIRA. What is't, a spirit ?
Lord, how it looks about ! believe me, Sir,
It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.

Pro. No, wench, it eats, and Aeeps, and senses hath
As we have, such. This gallant, which thou seest,
Was in the wreck: and, but he's something stain'd
With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call him
A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows,
And strays about to find 'em.

Mira. I might call him
A thing divine ; for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.
Pro. It goes on, I see,

(Alide. As my soul promptsit. Spirit, fine fpirit, I'll free thee Within two days for this.

Fer. Most sure, the goddess

On whom these airs attend !-Vouchsafe, my prayor
May know, if you remain upon this island;
And that you will some good instruction give,
How I may bear me here: my prime request
(Which I do last pronounce) is, you wonder!
If you be maid or no ?

MIRA. No wonder, Sir,
But certainly a maid.

Fer. My language! heav'ns !
I am the best of them that speak this speech
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

PRO. How the best?
What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee?

FFR. 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 wreckt.

MIRA. Alack, for mercy!

Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords: the duke of Milan, And his brave son, being twain.

PRO.The duke of Milan,
And his braver daughter, could control thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't:-At the first sight,

[Akide to Ariel.
They have chang'd eyes:-delicate Ariel,
I'll set thee free for this.--A word, good Sir,
I fear, you've done yourself some wrong : a word

MIRA, Why speaks my father so urgently? this
Is the third man that I e'er saw; the first,
That e'er I sighed for. Pity move my father
To be inclin’d my way!

CA

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-Fir. O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The queen of Naples.

Pro. Soft, Sir; one word more.
They're both in either's pow'r : but this fwift business
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Afide.
Make the prize light -Sir, one word more; I charge thee,
Thát thou attend me:-thou doft here ufurp
The name thou ow'st not, and haft put thyself
Upon this island, as a fpy, to win it
From me, the lord on't.

Fer. No, as I'm 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.] Follow me
[To Mirand.) Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor-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 hulks
Wherein the acorn cradied. Follow

Fer. No,
I will reaft such entertainment, 'till
Mine enemy has more power.

(He draws, and is charm'd from moving.
MIRA. O dear father,
Make not too rash a tryal of him : for
He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro. What I fay,
My foot my tutor ? put thy sword up, traitor,
Who mak'st a few, but car'i not strike; thy conscience

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