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For I am all the fubjects that you have,

Which first was mine own king: and here you fty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me

The reft of the island.


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 thee
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honour of my child.

Cal. O ho, O ho!-wou'd it had been done!
Thou didft prevent me; I had peopled else
This ifle with Calibans.


Abhorred flave;

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 didft not, favage,
Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like
A thing moft brutish, I endow'd thy purposes

With words that made them known: But thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that i 't which good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Defervedly confin'd into this rock,

Who had'ft deferv'd more than a prifon.

Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curfe: The red plague rid you,
For learning me your language!

Hag-feed, hence!
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, th' wert beft,
To answer other bufinefs. Shrug'ft thou, malice?
If thou neglect'ft, or doft 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..

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No, 'pray thee!—


I must obey: his art is of such power,
It would control my dam's god Setebos,
And make a vaffal of him.


So, flave; hence!


Re-enter ARIEL invifible, playing and finging; FERDINAND

following him.


Come unto thefe yellow fands,

And then take hands:

Court'fied when you have, and kiss'd,

(The wild waves whift)

Foot it featly here and there:

And, fweet fprites, the burden bear.

Hark, bark!

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

The watch-dogs bark:

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

Hark, bark! I hear

The ftrain of ftrutting chanticlere.

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.



Fer. Where should this mufick be? i' the air, or the


It founds no more :-and fure, it waits upon
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This mufick 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.

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ARIEL fings.

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;

Thofe are pearls, that were his eyes :
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth fuffer a fea-change

Into fomething rich and ftrange.

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell.

[Burden, ding-dong.

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Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father :

This is no mortal business, nor no found

That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me.

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And fay, what thou feeft yond'.

What is't? a spirit?

Lord, how it looks about! Believe

me, fir,

It carries a brave form :-But 'tis a spirit.

Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses As we have, fuch: This gallant, which thou seest, Was in the wreck; and but he's fomething ftain'd

With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call him A goodly perfon: he hath loft his fellows,

And strays about to find them.


A thing divine; for nothing natural

I ever faw fo noble.


I might call him


It goes on,

As my foul prompts it-Spirit, fine fpirit, I'll free thee Within two days for this.

Moft fure, the goddess

On whom thefe airs attend!-Vouchfafe, my prayer
May know, if you remain upon this island;

And that you will fome good inftruction 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?


But, certainly a maid.


No wonder, fir;

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 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 wreck'd.


Alack, for mercy!

Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan, And his brave fon, being twain.


The duke of Milan,

And his more braver daughter, could control thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't:-At the first fight
They have chang'd eyes :-Delicate Ariel,
I'll fet thee free for this!-A word, good fir;


I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
Mira. Why fpeaks my father fo ungently? This

Is the third man that e'er I faw; the first

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



O, if a virgin,

your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples.


Soft, fir; one word more.

They are both in either's powers: but this swift business

I muft uneafy make, left too light winning

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Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge thee, That thou attend me: thou dost here ufurp

The name thou ow'ft not; and haft put thyself

Upon this island, as a spy, to win it

From me, the lord on't.


No, as I am a man.

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a temple: If the ill fpirit have so 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 fhalt thou drink, thy food fhall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.

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My foot

What, I fay,

my tutor!-Put thy fword up, traitor;

Who mak'st a fhew, but dar'ft not frike, thy confcience

Is fo poffefs'd with guilt: come from thy ward;

For I can here disarm thee with this stick,

And make thy weapon drop.


Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments.


I'll be his furety.


Befeech you, father!

Sir, have pity;

Silence: one word more

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!

An advocate for an impoftor? hush!


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