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 didst not, savage,
Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like

A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes

With words that made them known: But thy vile race,

Though thou didst learn, had that in 't which good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou

Deservedly confin'd into this rock,

Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.

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

PRO.

Hag-seed, hence!

Fetch us fuel; and be quick, thou'rt 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,
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.

[Aside.

PRO.

So, slave; hence!

[Exit CALIBAN.

Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following him.

ARIEL'S Song.

Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands :

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

The wild waves whist,

Foot it featly here and there;

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

Hark, hark!

FER. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth?

It sounds no more;—and sure, it waits upon
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wrack,
This music crept by me upon the waters;
Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather :-But 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.

ARIEL sings.

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 :

[Burden, ding-dong.

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

FER. The ditty does remember my drown'd father.

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'.

Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,

It carries a brave form :-But 't is 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 wrack; and but he's something stained

With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call him

A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows,

And strays about to find them.

A thing divine; for nothing natural

I ever saw so noble.

PRO.

It goes on,

I see,

[Aside.

As 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
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?

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 wrack'd.

MIRA.

Alack, for mercy!

FER. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan,

And his brave son, being twain.

PRO.

The duke of Milan,

[Aside.

And his more braver daughter, could control thee,
If now 't were fit to do't:-At the first sight

They have chang'd eyes.-Delicate Ariel,

I'll set thee free for this!-[To FERD.] A word, good sir;

I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word.

MIRA. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first

That e'er I sighed for: pity move my father

To be inclin❜d my way!

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

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.

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.

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.

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;

For I can here disarm thee with this stick,

And make thy weapon drop.