616Pros. Speake not you for him: hee's a Traitor: come,

617Ile manacle thy necke and feete toge ther:

618Sea water shalt thou drinke: thy food shall be

619The fresh-brooke Mussels, wither'd roots, and huskes

620Wherein the Acorne cradled. Follow.

621Fer. No,

622I will resist such entertainment, till

623Mine enemy ha's more pow'r.

625Mira. O deere Father,

626Make not too rash a triall of him, for

627Hee's gentle, and not fearfull.

628Pros. What I say,

629My foote my Tutor? Put thy sword vp Traitor,

630Who mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike: thy conscience

631Is so possest with guilt: Come, from thy ward,

632For I can heere disarme thee with this sticke,

633And make thy weapon drop.

634Mira. Beseech you Father.

635Pros. Hence: hang not on my garments.

636Mira. Sir haue pity,

637Ile be his surety.

638Pros. Silence: One word more

639Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee: What,

640An aduocate for an Impostor? Hush:

641Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,

642(Hauing seene but him and Caliban:) Foolish wench,

643To th'most of men, this is a Caliban,

644And they to him are Angels.

645Mira. My affections

646Are then most humble: I haue no ambition

647To see a goodlier man.

648Pros. Come on, obey:

649Thy Nerues are in their infancy againe.

650And haue no vigour in them.

651Fer. So they are:

652My spirits, as in a dreame, are all bound vp:

653My Fathers losse, the weaknesse which I feele,

654The wracke of all my friends, nor this mans threats,

655To whom I am subdude, are but light to me,

656Might I but through my prison once a day

657Behold this Mayd: all corners else o'th' Earth

658Let liberty make vse of: space enough

659Haue I in such a prison.

660Pros. It workes: Come on.

661Thou hast done well, fine Ariell: follow me,

662Harke what thou else shalt do mee.

663Mira. Be of comfort,

664My Fathers of a better nature (Sir)

665Then he appeares by speech: this is vnwonted

666Which now came from him.

667Pros. Thou shalt be as free

668As mountaine windes; but then exactly do

669All points of my command.

670Ariell. To th'syllable.

671Pros. Come follow: speake not for him. Exeunt.

675Gonz. Beseech you Sir, be merry; you haue cause,

676(So haue we all) of ioy; for our escape

677Is much beyond our losse; our hint of woe

678Is common, euery day, some Saylors wife,

679The Masters of some Merchant, and the Merchant

680Haue iust our Theame of woe: But for the miracle,

681(I meane our preseruation) few in millions

682Can speake like vs: then wisely (good Sir) weigh

683Our sorrow, with our comfort.

684Alons. Prethee peace.

685Seb. He receiues comfort like cold porredge.

686Ant. The Visitor will not giue him ore so.

687Seb. Looke, hee's winding vp the watch of his wit,

688By and by it will strike.

689Gon. Sir.

690Seb. One: Tell.

691Gon. When euery greefe is entertaind,

692That's offer'd comes to th'entertainer.

693Seb. A dollor.

694Gon. Dolour comes to him indeed, you haue spoken

695truer then you purpos'd.

696Seb. You haue taken it wiselier then I meant you

697should.

698Gon. Therefore my Lord.

699Ant. Fie, what a spend-thrift is he of his tongue.

700Alon. I pre-thee spare.

701Gon. Well, I haue done: But yet

702Seb. He will be talking.

703Ant. Which, of he, or Adrian, for a good wager,

704First begins to crow?

705Seb. The old Cocke.

706Ant. The Cockrell.

707Seb. Done: The wager?

708Ant. A Laughter.

709Seb. A match.

710Adr. Though this Island seeme to be desert.

711Seb. Ha, ha, ha.

712Ant. So: you'r paid.

713Adr. Vninhabitable, and almost inaccessible.

714Seb. Yet

715Adr. Yet

716Ant. He could not misse't.

717Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate

718temperance.

719Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

720Seb. I, and a subtle, as he most learnedly deliuer'd.

721Adr. The ayre breathes vpon vs here most sweetly.

722Seb. As if it had Lungs, and rotten ones.

723Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a Fen.

724Gon. Heere is euery thing aduantageous to life.

725Ant. True, saue meanes to liue.

726Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

727Gon. How lush and lusty the grasse lookes?

728How greene?

729Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.

730Seb. With an eye of greene in't.

731Ant. He misses not much.

732Seb. No: he doth but mistake the truth totally.

733Gon. But the rariety of it is, which is indeed almost

734beyond credit.

735Seb. As many voucht rarieties are.

736Gon. That our Garments being (as they were) drencht

737in the Sea, hold notwithstanding their freshnesse and

738glosses, being rather new dy'de then stain'd with salte

739water.

740Ant. If but one of his pockets could speake, would

741it not say he lyes?

742Seb. I, or very falsely pocket vp his report.