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! Bur. Bowgh, wowgh, The watch-dogs bark: Bur. Bough, wowgh. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. [Dispersedly. [Dispersedly. 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 wreck, 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; But doth suffer a sea-change 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. Mira. What is't? a spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form:-But 'tis 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 wreck and but he's something stain'd 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. Mira. I might call him [Aside. A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. Pro. It goes on, 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 Mira. But certainly a maid. No wonder, sir; My language! heavens!- Pro. Alack, for mercy! Mira. Pro. I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Fer. O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Soft, sir; one word more.— [A side. Pro. They are both in either's powers; but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [A side. Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge thee, The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself 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 an house, Good things will strive to dwell with't. Pro. Follow me. [To FERD. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come. My foot my tutor! Put thy sword up, traitor; Who makest a show, but darest 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. Mira. Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments. 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! Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he, And they to him are angels. Mira. My affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man. Pro. Come on; obey: [To FERD. So they are: Thy nerves are in their infancy again, Fer. C The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, Have I, in such a prison. Pro. Hark, what thou else shalt do me. - [To FERD. and MIR. [To ARIEL. Be of comfort; My father's of a better nature, sir, Pro. Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds: but then exactly do Ari. To the syllable. [Exeunt. Pro. Come, follow; speak not for him. ACT II. SCENE I.-Another part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss: Our hint of woe Is common; every day some sailor's wife, The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Alon. Pr'ythee, peace. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Ant. The visitor 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. Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd, Comes to the entertainer Seb. A dollar. 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, Ant. Fye, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue! Alon. I pr'ythee spare. Gon. Well, I have done: But yet— Seb. He will be talking. Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow? Seb. The old cock. Ant. The cockrel. Seb. Done: the wager? Ant. A laughter. Seb. A match. Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,- Ant. So, you've paid. Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, Seb. Yet, Adr. Yet Ant. He could not miss it. Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and delicate temperance. 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 perfumed 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 green in't. Ant. He misses not much. Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. 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, drenched in the sea, hold, notwithstanding, their freshness and glosses; being rather new dyed, than stained with salt water. |