For learning me your language! Pro. Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, th' 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. [Aside. No, 'pray thee!I must obey his art is of such power, It would control my dam's god Setebos, And make a vassal of him. Pro. So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban. Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing and singing; Ariel's Song. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hunds: Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd, (The wild waves whist) Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Fer. Where should this musick be? i' the air, or the earth? It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon Ariel sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell. [Burden, ding-dong. Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd fa ther: This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes:-I hear it now above me. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say, what thou seest yond'. Mira. What is't? a spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form:-But 'tis a spirit. such senses As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, Mira. I might call him [Aside. A thing divine; for nothing natural Pro. As It goes on, my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit, I'll free thee Within two days for this. Fer. Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe, my prayer Mira. But, certainly a maid. Fer. No wonder, sir; My language! heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken. Pro. 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. Mira. Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan, And his brave son, being twain. The duke of Milan, Pro. 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. That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father 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 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 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 so fair an house, Good things will strive to dwell with't. Pro. Follow me. [To Ferd. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come. Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow. 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 strike, thy con science Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; For I can here disarm thee with this stick, And make thy weapon drop. Mira. Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments. Mira. I'll be his surety. Pro. Beseech you, father! 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. Mira. My affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition. |