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Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid1 you, For learning me your language!
Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice? If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Fill all thy bones with aches: make thee roar, That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
Cal. No, 'pray thee!
I must obey his art is of such power,
So, slave; hence!
Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing; Ferdinand following him.
Come unto these yellow sands,
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,
Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or
(2) Still, silent.
It sounds no more :-and sure, it waits upon
Full fathom five thy father lies; 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 something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. [Burden, ding-dong. Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father:
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
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 sleeps, and hath such senses
As we have, such: 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,
I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.
It goes on,
As my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free
Within two days for this.
Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend!- Vouchsafe my prayer May know, if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction give, How I may bear me here: my prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! If you be maid, or no?
No wonder, sir;
But, certainly a maid.
My language? heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken.
How! the best? What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? Fer. A single 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 since at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck'd.
Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan,
And his brave son, being twain.
The duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could control thee, If now it were fit to do 't.-At the first sight
They have chang'd eyes :-Delicate Ariel,
Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This
To be inclin'd my way!
O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
Soft, sir; one word more.They are both in either's powers: but this swift business
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [Aside. Make the prize light.-One word more ; I charge thee,
That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
No, as I am a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Pro. Follow me. [To Ferd. 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.
I will resist such entertainment, till
[He draws. O dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
What, I say, My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy conscience
Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward;2
Beseech you, father!
Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments.
I'll be his surety.
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 seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench! To the most of men this is a Caliban,
And they to him are angels.
My affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man.
Come on; obey:
Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
So they are: My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, To whom I am subdued, are but light to me, Might I but through my prison, once a day, Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth Let liberty make use of; space enough Have I in such a prison.
It works:-Come on.Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-Follow me.[To Ferd. and Mira. Hark, what thou else shall do me. [To Ariel. Mira. Be of comfort;
My father's of a better nature, sir,
To the syllable.
Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt.
Thou shalt be as free exactly do