Pro. No, wench, it eats, and fleeps, and hath fuch.

fenfes

As we have, fuch.

Was in the wreck:
With grief, (that's

call him

A goodly perfon.

This gallant, which thou feest. and, but he's fomething ftain'd beauty's canker) thou might'st

He hath loft his fellows,

And ftrays 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,

[Afide.

As my foul prompts it. Spirit, fine fpirit, I'll free

thee

Within two days for this.

Fer. Moft fure, the Goddess

On whom these ayres attend! vouchfafe, my pray'r
May know, if you remain upon this Ifland;
And that you will fome good instruction give,
How I may bear me here: my prime request
(Which I do laft pronounce) is, O you wonder!
If you be made 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 fpoken!

Pro. How? the best?

What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee? Fer. A fingle 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 fince 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 fon, being twain.

Pro.

Pro. The Duke of Milan,

And his more braver daughter, could controul thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't:-At the firft fight,
They have chang'd eyes: (delicate Ariel,

I'll fet thee free for this.) A word, good Sir.
I fear, you've done yourself fome wrong: a word—
Mira. Why fpeaks my father fo ungently? this
Is the third man, that I e'er faw; the first,

That e'er I figh'd for. Pity move my father
To be inclin'd my way!

Fer. 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 power: but this fwift business I muft uneafy make, left too light winning

Make the prize light. Sir, one word more; I charge thee,

That thou attend me:-thou doft here ufurp

The name thou ow'ft not, and haft put thyfelf
Upon this Ifland, as a fpy, to win it

From me, the lord on't.

Fer. No, as I'm a man.

[ple.

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a tem

If the ill spirit have fo fair an house,

Good things will ftrive to dwell with't.

Pro. Follow me

Speak not you for him: he's a traitor.
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together;

Come,

Sea-water fhalt thou drink; thy food fhall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

Fer. No,

I will refift fuch entertainment, 'till

Mine

enemy

has more power.

[He draws, and is charm'd from moving.

Mira.

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 fword up, traitor,
Who mak'it a fhew, but dar'ft not ftrike; thy con-
science

Is fo poffeft with guilt: come from thy ward,
For I can here difarm thee with this ftick,
And make thy weapon drop.

Mira. Befeech you, father.

Pro. Hence: hang not on my garment.
Mira. Sir, have pity;

I'll be his furety.

Pro. Silence: one word more

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee.

An advocate for an impoftor? hufh!

What,

Thou think'ft, there are no more fuch shapes as he, Having feen but him and Caliban; foolifh wench! To th' moft of men this is a Caliban,

And they to him are angels.

Mira. My affections

Are then moft humble: I have no ambition

To fee a goodlier man.

Pro. Come on, obey;

Thy nerves are in their infancy again,

And have no vigour in them.

Fer. So they are:

My fpirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's lofs, the weakness which I feel,

Mira, O dear father,

Make not too rafh a tryal of him; for

He's gentle, and not fearful.] This seems to be a very odd Way of expreffing her Sense of her Lover's good Qualities. It is certain the Beauty of it is not seen at first View. Miranda, till now, had never seen any Mortal (her Father excepted) but Caliban; and had frequently beheld him under that Kind of Discipline which her Father here threatens to infli& upon her Lover.

The

The wreck of all my friends, and this man's threats,
To whom I am fubdu'd, were but light to me
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid: all corners elfe o'th'earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I, in such a prison.

Pro. It works: come on.

(Thou haft done well, fine Ariel :) follow me. Hark, what thou else shalt do me.

Mira. Be of comfort,

My father's of a better nature, Sir,

[To Ariel.

Than he appears by fpeech: this is unwonted,
Which now came from him.

Pro. Thou fhalt be as free

As mountain winds; but then exactly do

All points of my command.

Ari. To th' fyllable.

Pro. Come, follow: fpeak not for him. [Exeunt.

ACT

ACT II.

SCENE. I..

Another Part of the Island.

Enter Alonfo, Sebaftian, Anthonio, Gonzalo,

B

Adrian, Francifco, and others.

GONZALO.

ESEECH you, Sir, be merry: you have caufe (So have we all) of joy! for our escape Is much beyond our lofs; our ftint of woe Is common; every day, fome failor's wife,

The mafters of fome merchant, and the merchant,
Have juft our theme of woe: but for the miracle,
(I mean our preservation) few in millions

Can speak like us: then wifely, good Sir, weigh
Our forrow with our comfort.

*

Alon. Pr'ythee, peace.*

Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Ant. The 'vifer will not give o'er so.

Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit, by and by it will strike.

Gon. Sir,

Seb. One:

Tell,

Gon. When every grief is entertain'd that's of fer'd; comes to the entertainer

Seb. A dollor.

Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spoken truer than you propos'd.

All that follows after the Words Pr'ythee, peace, to the Words, You cram these words, &c. feems to have been interpolated, (perhaps by the Players,) the Verfes there beginning again; and all that is between in 'Profe, not only being impertinent,Stuff, but improper and ill-plac'd Drollery, in the Mouths of diftreffed fhipwreckt People. There is more of the Same fort interspersed in the remaining Part of the Scene.

+ The vifiter will not give o'er fo.] This Vifiter is a Comforter or Advifer, and must be read, 'Vifer, i. e. the Adviser.

VOL. II.

C

Seb.