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  • Title: The Tempest (Folio 1, 1623)
  • Editors: Brent Whitted, Paul Yachnin

    • ISBN: 978-1-55058-370-0

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editors: Brent Whitted, Paul Yachnin
    Peer Reviewed

    The Tempest (Folio 1, 1623)

    80Scena Secunda.
    Enter Prospero and Miranda.
    Mira. If by your Art (my deerest father) you haue
    Put the wild waters in this Rore; alay them:
    The skye it seemes would powre down stinking pitch,
    85But that the Sea, mounting to th' welkins cheeke,
    Dashes the fire out. Oh! I haue suffered
    With those that I saw suffer: A braue vessell
    (Who had no doubt some noble creature in her)
    Dash'd all to peeces: O the cry did knocke
    90Against my very heart: poore soules, they perish'd.
    Had I byn any God of power, I would
    Haue suncke the Sea within the Earth, or ere
    It should the good Ship so haue swallow'd, and
    The fraughting Soules within her.
    95Pros. Be collected,
    No more amazement: Tell your pitteous heart
    there's no harme done.
    Mira. O woe, the day.
    Pros. No harme:
    100I haue done nothing, but in care of thee
    (Of thee my deere one; thee my daughter) who
    Art ignorant of what thou art. naught knowing
    Of whence I am: nor that I am more better
    Then Prospero, Master of a full poore cell,
    105And thy no greater Father.
    Mira. More to know
    Did neuer medle with my thoughts.
    Pros. 'Tis time
    I should informe thee farther: Lend thy hand
    110And plucke my Magick garment from me: So,
    Lye there my Art: wipe thou thine eyes, haue comfort,
    The direfull spectacle of the wracke which touch'd
    The very vertue of compassion in thee:
    I haue with such prouision in mine Art
    115So safely ordered, that there is no soule
    No not so much perdition as an hayre
    Betid to any creature in the vessell
    Which thou heardst cry, which thou saw'st sinke: Sit [downe,
    For thou must now know farther.
    120Mira. You haue often
    Begun to tell me what I am, but stopt
    And left me to a bootelesse Inquisition,
    Concluding, stay: not yet.
    Pros. The howr's now come
    125The very minute byds thee ope thine eare,
    Obey, and be attentiue. Canst thou remember
    A time before we came vnto this Cell?
    I doe not thinke thou canst, for then thou was't not
    Out three yeeres old.
    130Mira. Certainely Sir, I can.
    Pros. By what? by any other house, or person?
    Of any thing the Image, tell me, that
    Hath kept with thy remembrance.
    Mira. 'Tis farre off:
    135And rather like a dreame, then an assurance
    That my remembrance warrants: Had I not
    Fowre, or fiue women once, that tended me?
    Pros. Thou hadst; and more Miranda: But how is it
    That this liues in thy minde? What seest thou els
    140In the dark-backward and Abisme of Time?
    Yf thou remembrest ought ere thou cam'st here,
    How thou cam'st here thou maist.
    Mira. But that I doe not.
    Pros. Twelue yere since ( Miranda) twelue yere since,
    145Thy father was the Duke of Millaine and
    A Prince of power:
    Mira. Sir, are not you my Father?
    Pros. Thy Mother was a peece of vertue, and
    She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
    150Was Duke of Millaine, and his onely heire,
    And Princesse; no worse Issued.
    Mira. O the heauens,
    What fowle play had we, that we came from thence?
    Or blessed was't we did?
    155Pros. Both, both my Girle.
    By fowle-play (as thou saist) were we heau'd thence,
    But blessedly holpe hither.
    Mira. O my heart bleedes
    To thinke oth' teene that I haue turn'd you to,
    160Which is from my remembrance, please you, farther;
    Pros. My brother and thy vncle, call'd Anthonio:
    I pray thee marke me, that a brother should
    Be so perfidious: he, whom next thy selfe
    Of all the world I lou'd, and to him put
    165The mannage of my state, as at that time
    Through all the signories it was the first,
    And Prospero, the prime Duke, being so reputed
    In dignity; and for the liberall Artes,
    Without a paralell; those being all my studie,
    170The Gouernment I cast vpon my brother,
    And to my State grew stranger, being transported
    And rapt in secret studies, thy false vncle
    (Do'st thou attend me?)
    Mira. Sir, most heedefully.
    175Pros. Being once perfected how to graunt suites,
    how to deny them: who t'aduance, and who
    To trash for ouer-topping; new created
    The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang'd 'em,
    Or els new form'd 'em; hauing both the key,
    180Of Officer, and office, set all hearts i'th state
    To what tune pleas'd his eare, that now he was
    The Iuy which had hid my princely Trunck,
    And suckt my verdure out on't: Thou attend'st not?
    Mira. O good Sir, I doe.
    185Pros. I pray thee marke me:
    I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
    To closenes, and the bettering of my mind
    with that, which but by being so retir'd
    Ore-priz'd all popular rate: in my false brother
    190Awak'd an euill nature, and my trust
    Like a good parent, did beget of him
    A falsehood in it's contrarie, as great
    As my trust was, which had indeede no limit,
    A confidence sans bound. He being thus Lorded,
    195Not onely with what my reuenew yeelded,
    But what my power might els exact. Like one
    Who hauing into truth, by telling of it,
    Made such a synner of his memorie
    To credite his owne lie, he did beleeue
    200He was indeed the Duke, out o'th' Substitution
    And executing th'outward face of Roialtie
    With all prerogatiue: hence his Ambition growing:
    Do'st thou heare?
    Mira. Your tale, Sir, would cure deafenesse.
    205Pros. To haue no Schreene between this part he plaid,
    And him he plaid it for, he needes will be
    Absolute Millaine, Me (poore man) my Librarie
    Was Dukedome large enough: of temporall roalties
    He thinks me now incapable. Confederates
    210(so drie he was for Sway) with King of Naples
    To giue him Annuall tribute, doe him homage
    Subiect his Coronet, to his Crowne and bend
    The Dukedom yet vnbow'd (alas poore Millaine)
    To most ignoble stooping.
    215Mira. Oh the heauens:
    Pros. Marke his condition, and th'euent, then tell me
    If this might be a brother.
    Mira. I should sinne
    To thinke but Noblie of my Grand-mother,
    220Good wombes haue borne bad sonnes.
    Pro. Now the Condition.
    This King of Naples being an Enemy
    To me inueterate, hearkens my Brothers suit,
    Which was, That he in lieu o'th' premises,
    225Of homage, and I know not how much Tribute,
    Should presently extirpate me and mine
    Out of the Dukedome, and confer faire Millaine
    With all the Honors, on my brother: Whereon
    A treacherous Armie leuied, one mid-night
    230Fated to th' purpose, did Anthonio open
    The gates of Millaine, and ith' dead of darkenesse
    The ministers for th' purpose hurried thence
    Me, and thy crying selfe.
    Mir. Alack, for pitty:
    235I not remembring how I cride out then
    Will cry it ore againe: it is a hint
    That wrings mine eyes too't.
    Pro. Heare a little further,
    And then I'le bring thee to the present businesse
    240Which now's vpon's: without the which, this Story
    Were most impertinent.
    Mir. Wherefore did they not
    That howre destroy vs?
    Pro. Well demanded, wench:
    245My Tale prouokes that question: Deare, they durst not,
    So deare the loue my people bore me: nor set
    A marke so bloudy on the businesse; but
    With colours fairer, painted their foule ends.
    In few, they hurried vs a-boord a Barke,
    250Bore vs some Leagues to Sea, where they prepared
    A rotten carkasse of a Butt, not rigg'd,
    Nor tackle, sayle, nor mast, the very rats
    Instinctiuely haue quit it: There they hoyst vs
    To cry to th' Sea, that roard to vs; to sigh
    255To th' windes, whose pitty sighing backe againe
    Did vs but louing wrong.
    Mir. Alack, what trouble
    Was I then to you?
    Pro. O, a Cherubin
    260Thou was't that did preserue me; Thou didst smile,
    Infused with a fortitude from heauen,
    When I haue deck'd the sea with drops full salt,
    Vnder my burthen groan'd, which rais'd in me
    An vndergoing stomacke, to beare vp
    265Against what should ensue.
    Mir. How came we a shore?
    Pro. By prouidence diuine,
    Some food, we had, and some fresh water, that
    A noble Neopolitan Gonzalo
    270Out of his Charity, (who being then appointed
    Master of this designe) did giue vs, with
    Rich garments, linnens, stuffs, and necessaries
    Which since haue steeded much, so of his gentlenesse
    Knowing I lou'd my bookes, he furnishd me
    275From mine owne Library, with volumes, that
    I prize aboue my Dukedome.
    Mir. Would I might
    But euer see that man.
    Pro. Now I arise,
    280Sit still, and heare the last of our sea-sorrow:
    Heere in this Iland we arriu'd, and heere
    Haue I, thy Schoolemaster, made thee more profit
    Then other Princesse can, that haue more time
    For vainer howres; and Tutors, not so carefull.
    285Mir. Heuens thank you for't. And now I pray you Sir,
    For still 'tis beating in my minde; your reason
    For raysing this Sea-storme?
    Pro. Know thus far forth,
    By accident most strange, bountifull Fortune
    290(Now my deere Lady) hath mine enemies
    Brought to this shore: And by my prescience
    I finde my Zenith doth depend vpon
    A most auspitious starre, whose influence
    If now I court not, but omit; my fortunes
    295Will euer after droope: Heare cease more questions,
    Thou art inclinde to sleepe: 'tis a good dulnesse,
    And giue it way: I know thou canst not chuse:
    Come away, Seruant, come; I am ready now,
    Approach my Ariel. Come. Enter Ariel.
    300Ari. All haile, great Master, graue Sir, haile: I come
    To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
    To swim, to diue into the fire: to ride
    On the curld clowds: to thy strong bidding, taske
    Ariel, and all his Qualitie.
    305Pro. Hast thou, Spirit,
    Performd to point, the Tempest that I bad thee.
    Ar. To euery Article.
    I boorded the Kings ship: now on the Beake,
    Now in the Waste, the Decke, in euery Cabyn,
    310I flam'd amazement, sometime I'ld diuide
    And burne in many places; on the Top-mast,
    The Yards and Bore-spritt, would I flame distinctly,
    Then meete, and ioyne. Ioues Lightning, the precursers
    O'th dreadfull Thunder-claps more momentarie
    315And sight out-running were not; the fire, and cracks
    Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
    Seeme to besiege, and make his bold waues tremble,
    Yea, his dread Trident shake.
    Pro. My braue Spirit,
    320Who was so firme, so constant, that this coyle
    Would not infect his reason?
    Ar. Not a soule
    But felt a Feauer of the madde, and plaid
    Some tricks of desperation; all but Mariners
    325Plung'd in the foaming bryne, and quit the vessell;
    Then all a fire with me the Kings sonne Ferdinand
    With haire vp-staring (then like reeds, not haire)
    Was the first man that leapt; cride hell is empty,
    And all the Diuels are heere.
    330Pro. Why that's my spirit:
    But was not this nye shore?
    Ar. Close by, my Master.
    Pro. But are they ( Ariell) safe?
    Ar. Not a haire perishd:
    335On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
    But fresher then before: and as thou badst me,
    In troops I haue dispersd them 'bout the Isle:
    The Kings sonne haue I landed by himselfe,
    Whom I left cooling of the Ayre with sighes,
    340In an odde Angle of the Isle, and sitting
    His armes in this sad knot.
    Pro. Of the Kings ship,
    The Marriners, say how thou hast disposd,
    And all the rest o'th' Fleete?
    345Ar. Safely in harbour
    Is the Kings shippe, in the deepe Nooke, where once
    Thou calldst me vp at midnight to fetch dewe
    From the still-vext Bermoothes, there she's hid;
    The Marriners all vnder hatches stowed,
    350Who, with a Charme ioynd to their suffred labour
    I haue left asleep: and for the rest o'th' Fleet
    (Which I dispers'd) they all haue met againe,
    And are vpon the Mediterranian Flote
    Bound sadly home for Naples,
    355Supposing that they saw the Kings ship wrackt,
    And his great person perish.
    Pro. Ariel, thy charge
    Exactly is perform'd; but there's more worke:
    What is the time o'th'day?
    360Ar. Past the mid season.
    Pro. At least two Glasses: the time 'twixt six & now
    Must by vs both be spent most preciously.
    Ar. Is there more toyle? Since yu dost giue me pains,
    Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
    365Which is not yet perform'd me.
    Pro. How now? moodie?
    What is't thou canst demand?
    Ar. My Libertie.
    Pro. Before the time be out? no more:
    370Ar. I prethee,
    Remember I haue done thee worthy seruice,
    Told thee no lyes, made thee no mistakings, serv'd
    Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou did promise
    To bate me a full yeere.
    375Pro. Do'st thou forget
    From what a torment I did free thee? Ar.No.
    Pro. Thou do'st: & thinkst it much to tread ye Ooze
    Of the salt deepe;
    To run vpon the sharpe winde of the North,
    380To doe me businesse in the veines o'th' earth
    When it is bak'd with frost.
    Ar. I doe not Sir.
    Pro. Thou liest, malignant Thing: hast thou forgot
    The fowle Witch Sycorax, who with Age and Enuy
    385Was growne into a hoope? hast thou forgot her?
    Ar. No Sir.
    Pro. Thou hast: where was she born? speak: tell me:
    Ar. Sir, in Argier.
    Pro. Oh, was she so: I must
    390Once in a moneth recount what thou hast bin,
    Which thou forgetst. This damn'd Witch Sycorax
    For mischiefes manifold, and sorceries terrible
    To enter humane hearing, from Argier
    Thou know'st was banish'd: for one thing she did
    395They wold not take her life: Is not this true? Ar. I, Sir.
    Pro. This blew ey'd hag, was hither brought with (child,
    And here was left by th' Saylors; thou my slaue,
    As thou reportst thy selfe, was then her seruant,
    And for thou wast a Spirit too delicate
    400To act her earthy, and abhord commands,
    Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee
    By helpe of her more potent Ministers,
    And in her most vnmittigable rage,
    Into a clouen Pyne, within which rift
    405Imprison'd, thou didst painefully remaine
    A dozen yeeres: within which space she di'd,
    And left thee there: where thou didst vent thy groanes
    As fast as Mill-wheeles strike: Then was this Island
    (Saue for the Son, that he did littour heere,
    410A frekelld whelpe, hag-borne) not honour'd with
    A humane shape.
    Ar. Yes: Caliban her sonne.
    Pro. Dull thing, I say so: he, that Caliban
    Whom now I keepe in seruice, thou best know'st
    415What torment I did finde thee in; thy grones
    Did make wolues howle, and penetrate the breasts
    Of euer-angry Beares; it was a torment
    To lay vpon the damn'd, which Sycorax
    Could not againe vndoe: it was mine Art,
    420When I arriu'd, and heard thee, that made gape
    The Pyne, and let thee out.
    Ar. I thanke thee Master.
    Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an Oake
    And peg-thee in his knotty entrailes, till
    425Thou hast howl'd away twelue winters.
    Ar. Pardon, Master,
    I will be correspondent to command
    And doe my spryting, gently.
    Pro. Doe so: and after two daies
    430I will discharge thee.
    Ar. That's my noble Master:
    What shall I doe? say what? what shall I doe?
    Pro. Goe make thy selfe like a Nymph o'th' Sea,
    Be subiect to no sight but thine, and mine: inuisible
    435To euery eye-ball else: goe take this shape
    And hither come in't: goe: hence
    With diligence. Exit.
    Pro. Awake, deere hart awake, thou hast slept well,
    Awake.
    440Mir. The strangenes of your story, put
    Heauinesse in me.
    Pro. Shake it off: Come on,
    Wee'll visit Caliban, my slaue, who neuer
    Yeelds vs kinde answere.
    445Mir. 'Tis a villaine Sir, I doe not loue to looke on.
    Pro. But as 'tis
    We cannot misse him: he do's make our fire,
    Fetch in our wood, and serues in Offices
    That profit vs: What hoa: slaue: Caliban:
    450Thou Earth, thou: speake.
    Cal. within. There's wood enough within.
    Pro. Come forth I say, there's other busines for thee:
    Come thou Tortoys, when? Enter Ariel like a water-
    Fine apparision: my queint Ariel, Nymph.
    455Hearke in thine eare.
    Ar. My Lord, it shall be done. Exit.
    Pro. Thou poysonous slaue, got by ye diuell himselfe
    Vpon thy wicked Dam; come forth. Enter Caliban.
    Cal. As wicked dewe, as ere my mother brush'd
    460With Rauens feather from vnwholesome Fen
    Drop on you both: A Southwest blow on yee,
    And blister you all ore.
    Pro. For this be sure, to night thou shalt haue cramps,
    Side-stitches, that shall pen thy breath vp, Vrchins
    465Shall for that vast of night, that they may worke
    All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
    As thicke as hony-combe, each pinch more stinging
    Then Bees that made 'em.
    Cal. I must eat my dinner:
    470This Island's mine by Sycorax my mother,
    Which thou tak'st from me: when thou cam'st first
    Thou stroakst me, & made much of me: wouldst giue me
    Water with berries in't: and teach me how
    To name the bigger Light, and how the lesse
    475That burne by day, and night: and then I lou'd thee
    And shew'd thee all the qualities o'th' Isle,
    The fresh Springs, Brine-pits; barren place and fertill,
    Curs'd be I that did so: All the Charmes
    Of Sycorax: Toades, Beetles, Batts light on you:
    480For I am all the Subiects that you haue,
    Which first was min owne King: and here you sty-me
    In this hard Rocke, whiles you doe keepe from me
    The rest o'th' Island.
    Pro. Thou most lying slaue,
    485Whom stripes may moue, not kindnes: I haue vs'd thee
    (Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd thee
    In mine owne Cell, till thou didst seeke to violate
    The honor of my childe.
    Cal. Oh ho, oh ho, would't had bene done:
    490Thou didst preuent me, I had peopel'd else
    This Isle with Calibans.
    Mira. Abhorred Slaue,
    Which any print of goodnesse wilt not take,
    Being capable of all ill: I pittied thee,
    495Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each houre
    One thing or other: when thou didst not (Sauage)
    Know thine owne meaning; but wouldst gabble, like
    A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
    With words that made them knowne: But thy vild race
    500(Tho thou didst learn) had that in't, which good natures
    Could not ab ide to be with; therefore wast thou
    Deseruedly confin'd into this Rocke, who hadst
    Deseru'd more then a prison.
    Cal. You taught me Language, and my profit on't
    505Is, I know how to curse: the red-plague rid you
    For learning me your language.
    Pros. Hag-seed, hence:
    Fetch vs in Fewell, and be quicke thou'rt best
    To answer other businesse: shrug'st thou (Malice)
    510If thou neglectst, or dost vnwillingly
    What I command, Ile racke thee with old Crampes,
    Fill all thy bones with Aches, make thee rore,
    That beasts shall tremble at thy dyn.
    Cal. No, 'pray thee.
    515I must obey, his Art is of such pow'r,
    It would controll my Dams god Setebos,
    And make a vassaile of him.
    Pro. So slaue, hence. Exit Cal.
    Enter Ferdinand & Ariel, inuisible playing & singing.
    520Ariel Song.
    Come vnto these yellow sands,
    and then take hands:
    Curtsied when you haue, and kist
    the wilde waues whist:
    Foote it featly heere, and there, and sweete Sprights beare
    525 the burthen.
    Burthen dispersedly.
    Harke, harke, bowgh wawgh: the watch-Dogges barke,
    bowgh-wawgh.
    Ar.
    Hark, hark, I heare, the straine of strutting Chanticlere
    cry cockadidle-dowe.
    530Fer. Where shold this Musick be? I'th aire, or th'earth?
    It sounds no more: and sure it waytes vpon
    Some God 'oth' Iland, sitting on a banke,
    Weeping againe the King my Fathers wracke.
    This Musicke crept by me vpon the waters,
    535Allaying both their fury, and my passion
    With it's sweet ayre: thence I haue follow'd it
    (Or it hath drawne me rather) but 'tis gone.
    No, it begins againe.
    Ariell Song.
    Full fadom fiue thy Father lies,
    540 Of his bones are Corrall made:
    Those are pearles that were his eies,
    Nothing of him that doth fade,
    But doth suffer a Sea-change
    Into something rich, & strange:
    545Sea-Nimphs hourly ring his knell.
    Burthen: ding dong.
    Harke now I heare them, ding-dong bell.
    Fer. The Ditty do's remember my drown'd father,
    This is no mortall busines, nor no sound
    550That the earth owes: I heare it now aboue me.
    Pro. The fringed Curtaines of thine eye aduance,
    And say what thou see'st yond.
    Mira. What is't a Spirit?
    Lord, how it lookes about: Beleeue me sir,
    555It carries a braue forme. But 'tis a spirit.
    Pro. No wench, it eats, and sleeps, & hath such senses
    As we haue: such. This Gallant which thou seest
    Was in the wracke: and but hee's something stain'd
    With greefe (that's beauties canker) yu might'st call him
    560A goodly person: he hath lost his fellowes,
    And strayes about to finde 'em.
    Mir. I might call him
    A thing diuine, for nothing naturall
    I euer saw so Noble.
    565Pro. It goes on I see
    As my soule prompts it: Spirit, fine spirit, Ile free thee
    Within two dayes for this.
    Fer. Most sure the Goddesse
    On whom these ayres attend: Vouchsafe my pray'r
    570May know if you remaine vpon this Island,
    And that you will some good instruction giue
    How I may beare me heere: my prime request
    (Which I do last pronounce) is (O you wonder)
    If you be Mayd, or no?
    575Mir. No wonder Sir,
    But certainly a Mayd.
    Fer. My Language? Heauens:
    I am the best of them that speake this speech,
    Were I but where 'tis spoken.
    580Pro. How? the best?
    What wer't thou if the King of Naples heard thee?
    Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
    To heare thee speake of Naples: he do's heare me,
    And that he do's, I weepe: my selfe am Naples,
    585Who, with mine eyes (neuer since at ebbe) beheld
    The King my Father wrack't.
    Mir. Alacke, for mercy.
    Fer. Yes faith, & all his Lords, the Duke of Millaine
    And his braue sonne, being twaine.
    590Pro. The Duke of Millaine
    And his more brauer daughter, could controll thee
    If now 'twere fit to do't: At the first sight
    They haue chang'd eyes: Delicate Ariel,
    Ile set thee free for this. A word good Sir,
    595I feare you haue done your selfe some wrong: A word.
    Mir. Why speakes my father so vngently? This
    Is the third man that ere I saw: the first
    That ere I sigh'd for: pitty moue my father
    To be enclin'd my way.
    600Fer. O, if a Virgin,
    And your affection not gone forth, Ile make you
    The Queene of Naples.
    Pro. Soft sir, one word more.
    They are both in eythers pow'rs: But this swift busines
    605I must vneasie make, least too light winning
    Make the prize light. One word more: I charge thee
    That thou attend me: Thou do'st heere vsurpe
    The name thou ow'st not, and hast put thy selfe
    Vpon this Island, as a spy, to win it
    610From me, the Lord on't.
    Fer. No, as I am a man.
    Mir. Ther's nothing ill, can dwell in such a Temple,
    If the ill-spirit haue so fayre a house,
    Good things will striue to dwell with't.
    615Pro. Follow me.
    Pros. Speake not you for him: hee's a Traitor: come,
    Ile manacle thy necke and feete toge ther:
    Sea water shalt thou drinke: thy food shall be
    The fresh-brooke Mussels, wither'd roots, and huskes
    620Wherein the Acorne cradled. Follow.
    Fer. No,
    I will resist such entertainment, till
    Mine enemy ha's more pow'r.
    He drawes, and is charmed from mouing.
    625Mira. O deere Father,
    Make not too rash a triall of him, for
    Hee's gentle, and not fearfull.
    Pros. What I say,
    My foote my Tutor? Put thy sword vp Traitor,
    630Who mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike: thy conscience
    Is so possest with guilt: Come, from thy ward,
    For I can heere disarme thee with this sticke,
    And make thy weapon drop.
    Mira. Beseech you Father.
    635Pros. Hence: hang not on my garments.
    Mira. Sir haue pity,
    Ile be his surety.
    Pros. Silence: One word more
    Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee: What,
    640An aduocate for an Impostor? Hush:
    Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
    (Hauing seene but him and Caliban:) Foolish wench,
    To th'most of men, this is a Caliban,
    And they to him are Angels.
    645Mira. My affections
    Are then most humble: I haue no ambition
    To see a goodlier man.
    Pros. Come on, obey:
    Thy Nerues are in their infancy againe.
    650And haue no vigour in them.
    Fer. So they are:
    My spirits, as in a dreame, are all bound vp:
    My Fathers losse, the weaknesse which I feele,
    The wracke of all my friends, nor this mans threats,
    655To whom I am subdude, are but light to me,
    Might I but through my prison once a day
    Behold this Mayd: all corners else o'th' Earth
    Let liberty make vse of: space enough
    Haue I in such a prison.
    660Pros. It workes: Come on.
    Thou hast done well, fine Ariell: follow me,
    Harke what thou else shalt do mee.
    Mira. Be of comfort,
    My Fathers of a better nature (Sir)
    665Then he appeares by speech: this is vnwonted
    Which now came from him.
    Pros. Thou shalt be as free
    As mountaine windes; but then exactly do
    All points of my command.
    670Ariell. To th'syllable.
    Pros. Come follow: speake not for him. Exeunt.
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