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It sounds no more :-and sure, it waits upon
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell.
Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
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
A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,
I might call him
A thing divine; for nothing natural
It goes on,
I ever saw so noble.
soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free
Within two days for this.
May know, if you remain upon this island;
But, certainly a maid.
No wonder, sir;
My language? heavens!
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of
And his brave son, being twain.
The duke of Milan,
And his more braver daughter, could controll thee, If now it were fit to do't.-At the first sight
Is the third man that ere I saw; the first
O, if a virgin,
To be inclin'd my way!
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples.
Soft, sir; one word more.They are both in either's powers: but this swift
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
From me, the lord on't.
No, as I am a man.
Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with 't.
Pro. [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
Mine enemy has more power.
O dear father,
Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward;2 For I can here disarm thee with this stick,
And make thy weapon drop.
Beseech you, father!
Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments.
Sir, have pity;
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.
Are then most humble; I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.
Come on; obey:
So they are:
Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
It works:-Come on.
Pro. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-Follow me.
[To Ferd. and Mira.
Hark, what thou else shall do me. [To Ariel.
My father's of a better nature, sir,
Be of comfort;
Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted,
Thou shalt be as free
As mountain winds: but then exactly do
All points of my command.
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
(So have we all) of joy; for our escape
The masters of some merchant, and the merchant,
Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
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. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd, Comes to the entertainer
Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spoken truer than you proposed.
Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.
Gon. Therefore, my lord,
Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue!
Alon. I pr'ythee, spare.
Gon. Well, I have done: but yet
Seb. He will be talking.
Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good
wager, first begins to crow?
Seb. The old cock.