There let them howl and languish in despair. Rise and obey the powerful prince of the air. [Two Winds rise, ten more enter and dance. At the end of the dance, three Winds sink, the rest drive ALONZO, ANTONIO,' and GONZALO Off. ACT III. SCENE I-A Wild Island. Enter FERDINAND, ARIEL, and MILCHA invisible. Ariel. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands, Curtsied when you have, and kissed; Foot it featly here and there, And sweet sprites the burthen bear. Bow waugh, the watch-dogs bark. Ferd. Where should this music be? in the air, or earth? It sounds no more, and sure it waits upon Allaying both their fury, and my passion, MILCHA SINGS. Full fathom five thy father lies, Ferd. This mournful ditty mentions my father. This is no mortal business, nor a sound drowned Which the earth owns- I hear it now before me; However, I will on, and follow it. [Exit FERD. following ARIEL. SCENE II.-The Cypress Trees and Cave. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Prosp. Excuse it not, Miranda, for to you (The elder, and, I thought, the more discreet,) I gave the conduct of your sister's actions. Mir. Sir, when you called me thence, I did not fail To mind her of her duty to depart. Prosp. How can I think you did remember hers, When you forgot your own? did you not see The man, whom I commanded you to shun? Mir. I must confess I saw him at a distance. Prosp. Did not his eyes infect and poison you? What alteration found you in yourself? Mir. I only wondered at a sight so new. Prosp. But have you no desire once more to sec him? Come, tell me truly what you think of him. Mir. As of the gayest thing I ever saw, So fine, that it appeared more fit to be Beloved than feared, and seemed so near my kind, That I did think I might have called it sister. Prosp. You do not love it? Mir. How is it likely that I should, Except the thing had first loved me? Prosp Cherish those thoughts: You have a generous soul; And since I see your mind not apt to take Of terror to my mind? You never used To teach me any thing but god-like truths, man Might unawares possess your tender breast, Another of this kind, the full blown flower, Mir. Heaven still preserve you, sir. [Exit MIR, Enter DORINDA. Oh, come hither; you have seen a man to-day, Dor. Who, I? Indeed I saw him but a little, sir. Prosp. Come, come, be clear. Your sister told me all. Dor. Did she? Truly she would have seen him more than I, Prosp. Why so? Dor. Because, methought, he would have hurt me less, Than he would her. But if I knew you'd not be angry with me, Tell me, with that sincerity I taught you, Dor. I hope you will forgive me, sir, because Sir, he would needs come in my way, and stared, Come near a man again! Prosp. I told you he Was dangerous; but you would not be warned. Me no great hurt. Prosp. But he may do you more harm hereafter. Dor. No, sir, I'm as well as e'er 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. Prosp. The way to cure you is, no more to see him. Dor. Nay, pray, sir, say not so. I promised him To see him once again; and you know, sir, You charged me I should never break my promise. Prosp. Would you see him, who did you so much mischief? Dor. I warrant you I did him as much harm as he did me; For when I left him, sir, he sighed so, as it grieved My heart to hear him. Prosp. Those sighs were poisonous, they infected you; You say, they grieved you to the heart. Dor. 'Tis true; but yet his looks and words were gentle. Prosp. These are the day-dreams of a maid in love; But still I fear the worst. Dor. O fear not him, sir. Prosp. You speak of him with too much passion; tell me, (And on your duty tell me true, Dorinda,) What passed betwixt you and that horrid creature? Dor. How, horrid, sir? if any else but you Should call it so, indeed, I should be angry. Prosp. Go to! You are a foolish girl; but an swer To what I ask; what thought you when you saw it? my life, I I was afraid he would have swallowed it. Prosp. Well, what was his behaviour afterwards? Dor. He on a sudden grew so 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 again, my heart did beat so strong, As I lacked breath to answer what he asked. Prosp. You've been too fond, and I should chide you for it. |