484Pro. Thou most lying slaue,

485Whom stripes may moue, not kindnes: I haue vs'd thee

486(Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd thee

487In mine owne Cell, till thou didst seeke to violate

488The honor of my childe.

489Cal. Oh ho, oh ho, would't had bene done:

490Thou didst preuent me, I had peopel'd else

491This Isle with Calibans.

492Mira. Abhorred Slaue,

493Which any print of goodnesse wilt not take,

494Being capable of all ill: I pittied thee,

495Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each houre

496One thing or other: when thou didst not (Sauage)

497Know thine owne meaning; but wouldst gabble, like

498A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes

499With words that made them knowne: But thy vild race

500(Tho thou didst learn) had that in't, which good natures

501Could not ab ide to be with; therefore wast thou

502Deseruedly confin'd into this Rocke, who hadst

503Deseru'd more then a prison.

504Cal. You taught me Language, and my profit on't

505Is, I know how to curse: the red-plague rid you

506For learning me your language.

507Pros. Hag-seed, hence:

508Fetch vs in Fewell, and be quicke thou'rt best

509To answer other businesse: shrug'st thou (Malice)

510If thou neglectst, or dost vnwillingly

511What I command, Ile racke thee with old Crampes,

512Fill all thy bones with Aches, make thee rore,

513That beasts shall tremble at thy dyn.

514Cal. No, 'pray thee.

515I must obey, his Art is of such pow'r,

516It would controll my Dams god Setebos,

517And make a vassaile of him.

518Pro. So slaue, hence. Exit Cal.

520Ariel Song.

530Fer. Where shold this Musick be? I'th aire, or th'earth?

531It sounds no more: and sure it waytes vpon

532Some God 'oth' Iland, sitting on a banke,

533Weeping againe the King my Fathers wracke.

534This Musicke crept by me vpon the waters,

535Allaying both their fury, and my passion

536With it's sweet ayre: thence I haue follow'd it

537(Or it hath drawne me rather) but 'tis gone.

538No, it begins againe.

539Ariell Song.

548Fer. The Ditty do's remember my drown'd father,

549This is no mortall busines, nor no sound

550That the earth owes: I heare it now aboue me.

551Pro. The fringed Curtaines of thine eye aduance,

552And say what thou see'st yond.

553Mira. What is't a Spirit?

554Lord, how it lookes about: Beleeue me sir,

555It carries a braue forme. But 'tis a spirit.

556Pro. No wench, it eats, and sleeps, & hath such senses

557As we haue: such. This Gallant which thou seest

558Was in the wracke: and but hee's something stain'd

559With greefe (that's beauties canker) y^u might'st call him

560A goodly person: he hath lost his fellowes,

561And strayes about to finde 'em.

562Mir. I might call him

563A thing diuine, for nothing naturall

564I euer saw so Noble.

565Pro. It goes on I see

566As my soule prompts it: Spirit, fine spirit, Ile free thee

567Within two dayes for this.

568Fer. Most sure the Goddesse

569On whom these ayres attend: Vouchsafe my pray'r

570May know if you remaine vpon this Island,

571And that you will some good instruction giue

572How I may beare me heere: my prime request

573(Which I do last pronounce) is (O you wonder)

574If you be Mayd, or no?

575Mir. No wonder Sir,

576But certainly a Mayd.

577Fer. My Language? Heauens:

578I am the best of them that speake this speech,

579Were I but where 'tis spoken.

580Pro. How? the best?

581What wer't thou if the King of Naples heard thee?

582Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders

583To heare thee speake of Naples: he do's heare me,

584And that he do's, I weepe: my selfe am Naples,

585Who, with mine eyes (neuer since at ebbe) beheld

586The King my Father wrack't.

587Mir. Alacke, for mercy.

588Fer. Yes faith, & all his Lords, the Duke of Millaine

589And his braue sonne, being twaine.

590Pro. The Duke of Millaine

591And his more brauer daughter, could controll thee

592If now 'twere fit to do't: At the first sight

593They haue chang'd eyes: Delicate Ariel,

594Ile set thee free for this. A word good Sir,

595I feare you haue done your selfe some wrong: A word.

596Mir. Why speakes my father so vngently? This

597Is the third man that ere I saw: the first

598That ere I sigh'd for: pitty moue my father

599To be enclin'd my way.

600Fer. O, if a Virgin,

601And your affection not gone forth, Ile make you

602The Queene of Naples.

603Pro. Soft sir, one word more.

604They are both in eythers pow'rs: But this swift busines

605I must vneasie make, least too light winning

606Make the prize light. One word more: I charge thee

607That thou attend me: Thou do'st heere vsurpe

608The name thou ow'st not, and hast put thy selfe

609Vpon this Island, as a spy, to win it

610From me, the Lord on't.

611Fer. No, as I am a man.

612Mir. Ther's nothing ill, can dwell in such a Temple,

613If the ill-spirit haue so fayre a house,

614Good things will striue to dwell with't.

615Pro. Follow me.