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This Island's mine by Sycorax my Mother,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first
Thou stroak'dst me, and mad'st much of me; Would'st give me
Water with Berries in't; And teach me how
To name the bigger Light, and how the less,
That burn by Day and Night: And then I lov'd thee,
And shewed thee all the Qualities o' the Ifle,
The fresh Springs, Brine-pits; barren Place and fertile.
Curs'd be I that I did fo! All the Charms
Of Sycorax; Toads, Beetles, Bats light on you!
For I am all the Subjects that you have,
Which first was mine own King: And here you sty me
In this hard Rock, whiles you do keep from me

The rest of the Island.

Pro. Thou most lying Slave,

Whom Stripes may move, not Kindness; I have us'd thee
(Filth as thou art) with human Care, and lodg'd
In mine own Cell, 'till thou didst seek to violate
The Honour of my Child.

Cal. Oh ho, oh ho, would't had been done!
Thou didst prevent me, I had peopl'd elfe
This Ifle with Calibans.

Mira. Abhorred Slave,
Which any Print of Goodness will not take,
Being capable of all Ill: I pitied thee,
Took Pains to make thee speak, taught thee each Hour
One thing or other: When thou didst not, Savage,
Know thine own Meaning; but wouldst gabble, like
A thing most bruitish, I endow'd thy Purposes
With Words that made them known. But thy vile Race
(Tho' thou didst learn) had that in't, which good Natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confin'd into this Rock, who hadst
Deserv'd more than a Prison.

Cal. You taught me Language, and my Profit on't Is, I know how to curse: The Red-plague rid you For learning me your Language.

Pro. Hag-feed, hence!

Fetch us in Fewel, and be quick, thou wer't best
To answer other Business: Shrug'st thou, Malice?
If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly

What

What I command, I'll rack thee with old Cramps,
Fill all thy Bones with Aches, make thee roar,
The Beatts shall tremble at thy din.

Cal. No, 'pray thee.

I must obey, his Art is of such Pow'r,
It would control my Dam's God Setebos,
And make a Vassal of him.

Pro. So Slave, hence.

[Exit Caliban.

Enter Ferdinand, and Ariel invisible, playing and finging.

ARIEL'S SONG.

Come unto these yellow Sands,

And then take Hands:

Curt'fied when you have, and kist,

The wild Waves whift;

Foot it featly here and there, and sweet Sprights bear
The Burthen.

[Burthen dispersedly.

Hark, hark, bough-wawgh: The Watch-Dogs bark,

Bough-wawgh.

Ari. Hark, hark, I hear the Strain of strutting Chanticlere,

Cry Cock-adoodle-do

Fer. Where should this Musick be? I'th'Air, or th'Earth? It founds no more: And sure it waits upon Some God o'th' Island, fitting on a Bank, Weeping against the King my Father's Wrack. This Musick crept by me upon the Waters, Allaying both their Fury, and my Paffion With its sweet Air: Thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather; but 'tis gone. No, it begins again.

ARIEL's SONG.

Full Fathom five thy Father lyes
Of his Bones are Coral made :
Those are Pearls that were his Eyes,

Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a Sea-change,

Into fomething rich, and strange.

Sea-Nymphs hourly ring his Knell.

[Burthen: Ding-dong.

Fer

Hark now I hear them, ding-dong Bell.

Fer. The Ditty does remember my drown'd Father;
This is no mortal Business, nor no Sound
That the Earth owes: I hear it now above me.

Prò. The fringed Curtains of thine Eye advance,

And say what thou see'st yond.

:

Mira. What is't, a Spirit?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, Sir,
It carries a brave Form. But 'tis a Spirit.

Pro. No Wench, it eats, and fleeps, and hath such Senses As we have; fuch. This Gallant which thou seest Was in the Wreck: And but he's something stain'd With Grief (that's Beauty's Canker) thou might'st call him A goodly Person. He hath lost his Fellows,

And strays 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 fee,

As my Soul prompts it: Spirit, fine Spirit, I'll free thee

Within two Days for this.

Fer. Most sure the Goddefs

On whom these Ayres attend. Vouchsafe my Pray'r

May know, if you remain upon this Island,
And that you will fome good Instruction give
How I may bear me here: My prime Request
(Which I do last 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 spoken.

Pro. How? the best?

What wer't 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: My self am Naples, Who, with mine Eyes (never fince at Ebb) beheld The King my Father wrackt.

Mira. Alack, for Mercy.

Fer. Yes faith, and all his Lords, the Duke of Millan VOL. I.

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And

And his brave Son, being twain.

Pro. The Duke of Millan

And his more braver Daughter could controll thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't: At the first Sight
They have chang'd Eyes: Delicate Ariel,
I'll fet thee free for this. A Word, good Sir,
I fear you have done your felf 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 I figh'd for: Pity move my Father
To be enclin'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 are both in eithers Pow'r: But this swift Business I must uneasie make, lest too light winning

Make the Prize light. One Word more; I charge thee That thou attend me; thou dost here ufurp

The Name thou ow'st not, and haft put thy felf

Upon this Island, as a Spy, to win it

From me, the Lord on't.

Fer. No, as I am a Man.

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

If the ill Spirit have fo fair an House,

Good things will strive to dwell with't.

Pro. Follow me.

Speak not you for him: He's a Traitor. Come,

I'll manacle thy Neck and Feet together;

Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy Food shall be

The fresh-brook Muscles, wither'd Roots, and Husks

Wherein the Acorn cradled.. Follow.

Fer. No,

I will resist such Entertainment, 'till

Mine Enemy has more Pow'r.

[He draws, and is charmed from moving.

Mira. O dear Father,

:

Make not too rash a Trial of him; for

He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro. What I say,

My Foot my Tutor? Put thy Sword up, Traitor,

Who mak'st a Shew, but dar'st not ftrike; thy Confcience

Is possest with Guilt: Come from thy Ward,
For I can here disarm thee with this Stick,

And make thy Weapon drop.

Mira. Beseech you, Father.

Pro. Hence: Hang not on my Garments.
Mira. Sir, have Pity;

I'll be his Surety.

:

Pro. Silence: One Word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What,
An Advocate for an Impostor? Hush!

Thou think'st there are no more such Shapes as he,
(Having feen but him and Caliban) foolish Wench,
To th' most of Men this is a Caliban,

And they to him are Angels.

Mira. My Affections

Are then most 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 Spirits, as in a Dream, are all bound up.
My Father's loss, the Weakness which I feel,
The Wrack of all my Friends, and this Man's Threats,
To whom I am fubdu'd, are but light to me,
Might I but through my Prison once a Day
Behold this Maid: All Corners else o'th' Earth
Let Liberty make use of; Space enough
Have I, in such a Prison.

Pro. It works: Come on.

Thou hast 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,
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 th' Syllable.

Pro. Come follow: Speak not for him.

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[Exeunt.