Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd I might call him [Aside. As .my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this. Fer. Most sure, the goddess No wonder, sir; My language? heavens! How! the best? Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders Alack, for mercy! The dake of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could control thee, If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight [Aside. They have chang'd eyes :-Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good sir; I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first That e'er ! sigl’d for: pity move my father 0, if a virgin, Soft, sir; one word more.- No, as I am 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. Follow me. [To Ferd. Fer. [He draws. Mira. O dear father, Pro. up traitor; Beseech you, father! Sir, have pity; Silence: one word more No; What, I say, Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! My affections Come on; obey: [To Ferd. So they are: It works :-Come on.- [To Ferd. and Mira. Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To Ariel. Mira. Be of comfort; My father's of a better nature, sir, Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Which now came from him. Pro. Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command. Ari. To the syllable. Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt. SCENE I. Another Part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss: our hint of woe Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle, I mean our preservation, few in millions Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Our sorrow with our comfort. Alon. Pr'ythee, peace. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Ant. The visitor will not give him 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 offer'd, Comes to the entertainer Seb. A dollar. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed ; you have spoken truer than you purposed. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should. Gon. Therefore, my lord- Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow? Seb. The old cock. Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance. Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. of . green in't. |