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Syc. How wilt thou carry me thither?
Trinc. What's that you will do? Ha! I hope you have not betrayed me? How does my pigsnye?
(TO SYCORAX. Syc. Begone! thou shalt not be my lord; thou say'st I'm ugly.
Trinc. Did you tell her so?-ha! he's a rogue, do not believe him, chuck.
Steph. The foul words were yours: I will not eat 'em for you.
Trinc. I see, if once a rebel, then ever a rebel. Did I receive thee into grace for this? I will correct thee with my royal hand. [Strikes STEPH.
Syc. Dost thou hurt my love? _[Flies at Trinc. Trinc. Where are our guards? Treason! Treason!
(VENT. Must. CALIB. run betwirt. Vent. Who took up arms first, the prince or the people?
Trinc. This false traitor has corrupted the wife of my bosom. [Whispers Mustacho hastily.] Mustacho, strike on my side, and thou shalt be my viceroy:
Must. I am against rebels. Ventoso, obey your viceroy. Vent. You a viceroy?
[They two fight off from the rest. Steph. Ha! Hector monster! do you stand neuter?
Calib. Thou would'st drink my liquor, I will not help thee.
Syc. 'Twas his doing that I had such a husband, but I'll claw him.
[Syc. and Calib. fight, Syc, beating him off
Trinc. The whole nation is up in arms, and shall I stand idle?
[Trinc. beats off STEPH. to the door. Exit
STEPH. I'll not pursue too far, for fear the enemy will rally again, and surprise my butt in the citadel. Well, I must be rid of my Lady Trincalo, she will be in the fashion else; first, cuckold her husband, and then sue for a separation, to get alimony. [Exit.
SCENE IV.—The Cypress-trees and Cave. Enter FERDINAND and HIPPOLITO, with their swords
drawn. Ferd. Come, sir, our cave affords no choice of
place, But the ground's firm and even : Are you ready?
Hip. As ready as yourself, sir.
Ferd. You remember
Hip. Come, come,
[They fight a little, FERDINAND hurts him.
blood. Hip. I feel no hurt, no matter for my
blood. Ferd. Remember our conditions. Hip. I will not leave, till my sword hits you too.
[Hip. presses on, Ferd, retires and wards. Ferd. I'm loth to kill you; you are unskilful, sir.
Hip. You beat aside my sword, but let it come As near as yours, and you shall see my skill. Ferd. You faint for loss of blood, I see you stag
ger; Pray, sir, retire.
Hip. No! I will ne'er go back.-
Ferd. Your eyes begin to dazzle.
Hip. Why do you swim so, and dance about me? Stand but still till I have made one thrust.
[Hip. thrusts and falls. Ferd. O help, help, help! Unhappy man! what have I done!
Hip. I'm going to a cold sleep, but when I wake, I'll fight again. Pray stay for me. [Swoons.
Ferd. He's gone! He's gone! O stay, sweet, lovely youth! Help! help!
Ferd. O see, sir, see,
Prosp. Alas! how much in vain doth feeble art
Prosp. Ay, now thou comest, When fate is past, and not to be recalled. Look there, and glut the malice of thy nature; For, as thou art thyself, thou canst not but Be glad to see young virtue nipt i’ the blossom. Ariel. My lord, the Being, high above, can wit
I am not glad; we airy spirits are not of
Ariel. Pardon, great sir,
Ariel. Pardon, dread lord.
tends thee, Shalt thou e'er find from me: Hence! fly with
speed, Unbind the charms which hold this murderer's fa
ther, And bring him, with my brother, straight before
Ariel. Mercy, my potent lord! and I'll outfly Thy thought.
Exit ARIEL. Ferd. Õ heavens! what words are these I heard, Yet cannot see who spoke 'em? Sure the woman Whom I loved was like this, some airy vision.
Prosp. No, murderer! she’s, like thee, of mortal
mould, But much too pure to mix with thy black crimes; Yet she has faults, and must be punished for them. Miranda and Dorinda! where are ye? The will of heaven's accomplished: I have now No more to fear, and nothing left to hope; Now you may enter.
Enter MIRANDA and DORINDA. Mir. My love! is it permitted me to see You once again?
Prosp. You come to look your last; I will for ever take him from your eyes. But, on my blessing, speak not, nor approach him.
Dor. Pray, father, is not this my sister's man? He has a noble form; but yet he's not So excellent as my Hippolito. Prosp. Alas, poor girl! thou hast no man: Look
yonder; There's all of him that's left.
Dor. Why, was there ever any more of him? He lies asleep, sir; shall I waken him?
(She kneels by HIPPOLITO, and jogs him, Ferd. Alas! he's never to be waked again. Dor. My love, my love! wilt thou not speak to
I fear you have displeased him, sir, and now
[Exit DORINDA, running, Enter Alonzo, Gonzalo, ANTONIO; and ARIEL