ACT I 441 Sc. II PRO. [aside.] The Duke of Milan And his more braver daughter could control1 thee, I'll set thee free for this! [to FERD.] A word, good I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first That e'er I sigh'd for. To be inclin'd my way FER. Pity move my father O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you PRO. Soft, Sir; one word more. 450 [aside.] They are both in either's powers: but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light. [to FERD.] One word more: I charge thee, That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself 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 so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with 't. PRO. 460 Follow me. [to FERD. Speak not you for him: he's a traitor. Come. He's gentle, and not fearful.1 ACT I PRO. What, I say, My child my tutor! Put thy sword up, traitor, 470 Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy conscience 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. 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, And they to him are angels. My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. Let liberty make use of; space enough Have I in such a prison. PRO. [aside.] 480 490 It works. [to FERD.] Come on.— [aside.] Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-Follow 1 Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted, Which now came from him. PRO. [to ARIEL.] Thou shalt be as free 500 As mountain winds: but then exactly do All points of my command. ARI. To the syllable. PRO. [to FERD. and MIRA.] Come, follow: speak not for him. [exeunt. ACT II SCENE I. Another part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, GON. Beseech you, Sir, be merry: you have cause Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe Can speak like us: then wisely, good Sir, weigh ALON. Pr'ythee, peace. IO SEB. He receives comfort like cold porridge. ANT. The visitor1 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. Sir SEB. One:- -tell.2 GON. When every grief is entertain'd that's offer'd, GON. Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have spoken truer than you purposed. SEB. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should GON. Therefore, my Lord 21 ACT I Sc. II ANT. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! ACT II Sc. I ANT. Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager, first ว ANT. He could not miss it. 40 ADR. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance.1 ANT. Temperance was a delicate wench. SEB. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered. ADR. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly. SEB. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. ANT. Or as 'twere perfum'd by a fen. GON. Here is every thing advantageous to life. ANT. True; save means to live. SEB. Of that there's none, or little. GON. How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green! ANT. The ground, indeed, is tawny. SEB. With an eye of in 't. green ANT. He misses not much. SEB. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. 50 GON. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed almost beyond credit)— SEB. As many vouch'd rarities are— GON. That our garments, being, as they were, drench'd in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd than stain'd with salt water. 1 temperature. 2 tinge. 62 ANT. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not ACT II say he lies? SEB. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. GON. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Africk, at the marriage of the King's fair daughter, Claribel, to the King of Tunis. SEB. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return. 71 ADR. Tunis was never grac'd before with such a paragon to their Queen. GON. Not since widow Dido's time. ANT. Widow? a pox o' that! How came that widow SEB. What if he had said widower Æneas too? good ADR. Widow Dido, said you? you make me study of GON. This Tunis, Sir, was Carthage. ADR. Carthage? GON. I assure you, Carthage. ANT. His word is more than the miraculous harp. 80 ANT. What impossible matter will he make easy next? SEB. I think he will carry this Island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. ANT. And sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands. GON. Ay. ANT. Why, in good time. 90 GON. Sir, we were talking that our garments seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now Queen. ANT. And the rarest that e'er came there. SEB. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. ANT. O, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido. GON. Is not, Sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. ANT. That, sort, was well fish'd for. GON. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? 100 Sc. I |