If thou art not a ghost, let me embrace thee. Alive, just in that fatal hour, when this Brave youth is lost in death, and by my hand? Prosp. You stare upon me, as you ne'er had seen me; Have fifteen years so lost me to your knowledge, Gonz. The good old duke of Milan! That thou, Antonio, knowest me not, because Ant. Shame choaks my words. Prosp. For you, usurping prince, [TO ALONZ. Know, by my art you were shipwrecked on this isle, Where, after I a while had punished you, My vengeance would have ended; I designed Prosp. To execute heaven's laws. Blood calls for blood; your Ferdinand shall die, To have the sudden joy of seeing him alive, Alonz. And think'st thou I, or these, will tamely stand, To view the execution? [Lays hand upon his sword. · Ferd. Hold, dear father! I cannot suffer you to attempt against His life, who gave her being, whom I love. Prosp. Nay, then appear my guards—I thought no more To use their aid; (I'm cursed because I used it.) But they are now the ministers of heaven, Alonz. Have I for this Found thee, my son, so soon again to lose thee? Ferd. Adieu, my fairest mistress. [To MIR. Mir. Now I can hold no longer; I must speak, Though I am loth to disobey you, sir: Be not so cruel to the man I love, Or be so kind to let me suffer with him. Ferd. Recall that prayer, or I shall wish to live, Though death be all the 'mends that I can make. Prosp. This night I will allow you, Ferdinand, To fit you for your death; that cave's your prison. Alonz. Ah, Prospero! hear me speak. You are a father: - Look on my age, and look his youth. upon Prosp. No more! all you can say is urged in vain, I have no room for pity left within me. Do you refuse? help, Ariel, with your fellows, [Spirits drive them in, as they are appointed. Enter DORINDA. Dor. Sir, I have made a fire; shall he be warmed? Prosp. He's dead, and vital warmth will ne'er re turn. Dor. Dead, sir! what's that? Prosp. His soul has left his body. Prosp. O never, never! He must be laid in earth, and there consume. But promised me he would not tarry long. sister. Now both of you may see what 'tis to break Must die for murdering him. Mir. Have you no pity? your Prosp. Your disobedience has so much incensed me, That I this night can leave no blessing with you. Help to convey the body to my couch, Then leave me to mourn over it alone. [They bear off the body of HIP. Enter MIRANDA and DORINDA again. ARIEL behind them. Ariel. I've been so chid for my neglect by Pros pero, That I must now watch all, and be unseen. Mir. Sister, I say again, 'twas long of you, That all this mischief happened. Dor. Blame not me For your own fault; your curiosity Have seen him, and retired, but you would needs Go near him, and converse; you may remember My father called me thence, and I called you. Dor. That was your envy, sister, not your love; You called me thence, because you could not be Alone with him yourself; but I am sure My man had never gone to heaven so soon, [Crying. Mir. Sister, I could not wish that either of them Should go to heaven without us; but it was His fortune, and you must be satisfied. Dor. I'll not be satisfied: My father says He'll make your man as cold as mine is now; And when he is made cold, my father will Not let you strive to make him warm again. Mir. In spite of you, mine never shall be cold. Dor. I'm sure 'twas he that made me miserable, And I will be revenged. Perhaps you think 'Tis nothing to lose a man. Mir. Yes, but there is Some difference betwixt my Ferdinand, And your Hippolito. Dor. Ay, there's your judgment: Your's is the oldest man I ever saw, Except it were my father. Mir. Sister, no more; It is not comely in a daughter, when She says her father's old. Dor. But why do I Stay here, whilst my cold love perhaps may want me? I'll pray my father to make yours cold too. Mir. Sister, I'll never sleep with you again. you, But lodge on the bare ground, and watch my love. Mir. And at the entrance of that cave I'll lie, And echo to each blast of wind a sigh. [Exeunt severally, looking discontentedly on one another. Ariel. Harsh discord reigns throughout this fatal isle, At which good angels mourn, ill spirits smile. And would, though in one cave, at distance be. More monstrous grow by passions learned from man. Even I, not framed of warring elements, Partake and suffer in these discontents. Why should a mortal, by enchantments, hold Accursed magic we ourselves have taught, And our own power has our subjections wrought! [Exit. ACT V. SCENE I. Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA. Prosp. You beg in vain; I cannot pardon him ; He has offended heaven. |