THE TEMPEST

Act 1 Scene 2

(Enter Prospero in his magic cloak, with a staff, and Miranda)
l1l	Miranda	 If by your art, my dearest father, you have
l2l		Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
l3l		The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
l4l		But that the sea, mounting to th’ welkin’s cheek,
l5l		Dashes the fire out. O, I have sufferèd
l6l		With those that I saw suffer! A brave vessel,
l7l		Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,
l8l		Dashed all to pieces! O, the cry did knock
l9l		Against my very heart! Poor souls, they perished.
l10l		Had I been any god of power, I would
l11l		Have sunk the sea within the earth, or ere
l12l		It should the good ship so have swallowed and
l13l		The fraughting souls within her.
	Prospero	Be collected.
l14l		No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart
l15l		There’s no harm done.
	Miranda	O woe the day!
	Prospero	No harm.
l16l		I have done nothing but in care of thee,
l17l		Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who
l18l		Art ignorant of what thou art, naught knowing
l19l		Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
l20l		Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell
l21l		And thy no greater father.
	Miranda	More to know
l22l		Did never meddle with my thoughts.
	Prospero	’Tis time
l23l		I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
l24l		And pluck my magic garment from me.
		(Miranda removes Prospero's cloak, and he lays it on the ground)
		 So.
l25l		Lie there, my art.—Wipe thou thine eyes# have comfort.
l26l		The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touched
l27l		The very virtue of compassion in thee,
l28l		I have with such provision in mine art
l29l		So safely ordered that there is no soul—
l30l		No, not so much perdition as an hair
l31l		Betid to any creature in the vessel,
l32l		Which thou heard’st cry, which thou saw’st sink. Sit down,
l33l		For thou must now know farther.
		(Miranda sits)
		
	Miranda	 You have often
l34l		Begun to tell me what I am, but stopped
l35l		And left me to a bootless inquisition,
l36l		Concluding “Stay# not yet”.
	Prospero	The hour’s now come.
l37l		The very minute bids thee ope thine ear,
l38l		Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember
l39l		A time before we came unto this cell?
l40l		I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
l41l		Out three years old.
	Miranda	Certainly, sir, I can.
l42l	Prospero	By what? By any other house or person?
l43l		Of anything the image tell me that
l44l		Hath kept with thy remembrance.
	Miranda	’Tis far off,
l45l		And rather like a dream than an assurance
l46l		That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
l47l		Four or five women once that tended me?
l48l	Prospero	Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it
l49l		That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
l50l		In the dark backward and abyss of time?
l51l		If thou rememb’rest aught ere thou cam’st here,
l52l		How thou cam’st here thou mayst.
	Miranda	But that I do not.
l53l	Prospero	Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,
l54l		Thy father was the Duke of Milan, and
l55l		A prince of power—
	Miranda	Sir, are not you my father?
l56l	Prospero	Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
l57l		She said thou wast my daughter# and thy father
l58l		Was Duke of Milan, and his only heir
l59l		And princess no worse issued.
	Miranda	O the heavens!
l60l		What foul play had we that we came from thence?
l61l		Or blessèd was ’t we did?
	Prospero	Both, both, my girl.
l62l		By foul play, as thou sayst, were we heaved thence,
l63l		But blessedly holp hither.
	Miranda	O, my heart bleeds
l64l		To think o’ th’ teen that I have turned you to,
l65l		Which is from my remembrance. Please you, farther.
l66l	Prospero	My brother and thy uncle called Antonio—
l67l		I pray thee mark me, that a brother should
l68l		Be so perfidious—he whom next thyself
l69l		Of all the world I loved, and to him put
l70l		The manage of my state—as at that time
l71l		Through all the signories it was the first,
l72l		And Prospero the prime duke—being so reputed
l73l		In dignity, and for the liberal arts
l74l		Without a parallel—those being all my study,
l75l		The government I cast upon my brother,
l76l		And to my state grew stranger, being transported
l77l		And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle—
l78l		Dost thou attend me?
	Miranda	Sir, most heedfully.
l79l	Prospero	Being once perfected how to grant suits,
l80l		How to deny them, who t’ advance and who
l81l		To trash for over-topping, new created
l82l		The creatures that were mine, I say—or changed ’em
l83l		Or else new formed ’em# having both the key
l84l		Of officer and office, set all hearts i’ th’ state
l85l		To what tune pleased his ear, that now he was
l86l		The ivy which had hid my princely trunk
l87l		And sucked my verdure out on ’t. Thou attend’st not!
l88l	Miranda	O good sir, I do.
	Prospero	I pray thee mark me.
l89l		I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
l90l		To closeness and the bettering of my mind
l91l		With that which but by being so retired
l92l		O’er-priced all popular rate, in my false brother
l93l		Awaked an evil nature# and my trust,
l94l		Like a good parent, did beget of him
l95l		A falsehood, in its contrary as great
l96l		As my trust was, which had indeed no limit,
l97l		A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded
l98l		Not only with what my revenue yielded
l99l		But what my power might else exact, like one
l100l		Who having into truth, by telling oft,
l101l		Made such a sinner of his memory
l102l		To credit his own lie, he did believe
l103l		He was indeed the Duke. Out o’ th’ substitution,
l104l		And executing th’ outward face of royalty
l105l		With all prerogative, hence his ambition growing—
l106l		Dost thou hear ?
	Miranda	Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
l107l	Prospero	To have no screen between this part he played
l108l		And him he played it for, he needs will be
l109l		Absolute Milan. Me, poor man—my library
l110l		Was dukedom large enough—of temporal royalties
l111l		He thinks me now incapable# confederates,
l112l		So dry he was for sway, wi’ th’ King of Naples
l113l		To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
l114l		Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
l115l		The dukedom, yet unbowed—alas, poor Milan—
l116l		To most ignoble stooping.
	Miranda	O the heavens!
l117l	Prospero	Mark his condition and th’ event, then tell me
l118l		If this might be a brother.
	Miranda	I should sin
l119l		To think but nobly of my grandmother.
l120l		Good wombs have borne bad sons.
	Prospero	Now the condition.
l121l		This King of Naples, being an enemy
l122l		To me inveterate, hearkens my brother’s suit#
l123l		Which was that he, in lieu o’ th’ premises
l124l		Of homage and I know not how much tribute,
l125l		Should presently extirpate me and mine
l126l		Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan,
l127l		With all the honours, on my brother. Whereon,
l128l		A treacherous army levied, one midnight
l129l		Fated to th’ purpose did Antonio open
l130l		The gates of Milan# and, i’ th’ dead of darkness,
l131l		The ministers for th’ purpose hurried thence
l132l		Me and thy crying self.
	Miranda	Alack, for pity!
l133l		I, not rememb’ring how I cried out then,
l134l		Will cry it o’er again# it is a hint
l135l		That wrings mine eyes to ’t.
	Prospero	
		(sitting)
		 Hear a little further,
l136l		And then I’ll bring thee to the present business
l137l		Which now’s upon ’s, without the which this story
l138l		Were most impertinent.
	Miranda	Wherefore did they not
l139l		That hour destroy us?
	Prospero	Well demanded, wench#
l140l		My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,
l141l		So dear the love my people bore me# nor set
l142l		A mark so bloody on the business, but
l143l		With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
l144l		In few, they hurried us aboard a barque,
l145l		Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepared
l146l		A rotten carcass of a butt, not rigged,
l147l		Nor tackle, sail, nor mast—the very rats
l148l		Instinctively have quit it. There they hoist us,
l149l		To cry to th’ sea that roared to us, to sigh
l150l		To th’ winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
l151l		Did us but loving wrong.
	Miranda	Alack, what trouble
l152l		Was I then to you!
	Prospero	O, a cherubin
l153l		Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile,
l154l		Infusèd with a fortitude from heaven,
l155l		When I have decked the sea with drops full salt,
l156l		Under my burden groaned# which raised in me
l157l		An undergoing stomach, to bear up
l158l		Against what should ensue.
l159l	Miranda	How came we ashore?
l160l	Prospero	By providence divine.
l161l		Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
l162l		A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
l163l		Out of his charity—who being then appointed
l164l		Master of this design—did give us# with
l165l		Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries
l166l		Which since have steaded much. So, of his gentleness,
l167l		Knowing I loved my books, he furnished me
l168l		From mine own library with volumes that
l169l		I prize above my dukedom.
	Miranda	Would I might
l170l		But ever see that man!
	Prospero	Now I arise.
		(He stands and puts on his cloak)
l171l		Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
l172l		Here in this island we arrived, and here
l173l		Have I thy schoolmaster made thee more profit
l174l		Than other princes can, that have more time
l175l		For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.
l176l	Miranda	Heavens thank you for ’t. And now I pray you, sir—
l177l		For still ’tis beating in my mind—your reason
l178l		For raising this sea-storm.
	Prospero	Know thus far forth.
l179l		By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
l180l		Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
l181l		Brought to this shore# and by my prescience
l182l		I find my zenith doth depend upon
l183l		A most auspicious star, whose influence
l184l		If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
l185l		Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions.
l186l		Thou art inclined to sleep# ’tis a good dullness,
l187l		And give it way. I know thou canst not choose.
		(Miranda sleeps)
l188l		Come away, servant, come! I am ready now.
l189l		Approach, my Ariel, come!
		(Enter Ariel)
l190l	Ariel	 All hail, great master, grave sir, hail. I come
l191l		To answer thy best pleasure. Be ’t to fly,
l192l		To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
l193l		On the curled clouds, to thy strong bidding task
l194l		Ariel and all his quality.
	Prospero	Hast thou, spirit,
l195l		Performed to point the tempest that I bade thee?
l196l	Ariel	To every article.
l197l		I boarded the King’s ship. Now on the beak,
l198l		Now in the waste, the deck, in every cabin,
l199l		I flamed amazement. Sometime I’d divide,
l200l		And burn in many places# on the top-mast,
l201l		The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly#
l202l		Then meet and join. Jove’s lightning, the precursors
l203l		O’ th’ dreadful thunderclaps, more momentary
l204l		And sight-outrunning were not. The fire and cracks
l205l		Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
l206l		Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
l207l		Yea, his dread trident shake.
	Prospero	My brave spirit!
l208l		Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
l209l		Would not infect his reason?
	Ariel	Not a soul
l210l		But felt a fever of the mad, and played
l211l		Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
l212l		Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,
l213l		Then all afire with me. The King’s son Ferdinand,
l214l		With hair upstaring—then like reeds, not hair—
l215l		Was the first man that leaped# cried “Hell is empty,
l216l		And all the devils are here”.
	Prospero	Why, that’s my spirit!
l217l		But was not this nigh shore?
	Ariel	Close by, my master.
l218l	Prospero	But are they, Ariel, safe?
	Ariel	Not a hair perished.
l219l		On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
l220l		But fresher than before. And, as thou bad’st me,
l221l		In troops I have dispersed them ’bout the isle.
l222l		The King’s son have I landed by himself,
l223l		Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
l224l		In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
l225l		His arms in this sad knot.
	Prospero	Of the King’s ship,
l226l		The mariners, say how thou hast disposed,
l227l		And all the rest o’ th’ fleet.
	Ariel	Safely in harbour
l228l		Is the King’s ship, in the deep nook where once
l229l		Thou called’st me up at midnight to fetch dew
l230l		From the still-vexed Bermudas, there she’s hid#
l231l		The mariners all under hatches stowed,
l232l		Who, with a charm joined to their suffered labour,
l233l		I have left asleep. And for the rest o’ th’ fleet,
l234l		Which I dispersed, they all have met again,
l235l		And are upon the Mediterranean float
l236l		Bound sadly home for Naples,
l237l		Supposing that they saw the King’s ship wrecked,
l238l		And his great person perish.
	Prospero	Ariel, thy charge
l239l		Exactly is performed# but there’s more work.
l240l		What is the time o’ th’ day?
	Ariel	Past the mid season.
l241l	Prospero	At least two glasses. The time ’twixt six and now
l242l		Must by us both be spent most preciously.
l243l	Ariel	Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
l244l		Let me remember thee what thou hast promised
l245l		Which is not yet performed me.
	Prospero	How now? Moody?
l246l		What is ’t thou canst demand?
	Ariel	My liberty.
l247l	Prospero	Before the time be out? No more!
	Ariel	I prithee,
l248l		Remember I have done thee worthy service,
l249l		Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served
l250l		Without or grudge or grumblings. Thou did promise
l251l		To bate me a full year.
	Prospero	Dost thou forget
l252l		From what a torment I did free thee?
	Ariel	No.
l253l	Prospero	Thou dost, and think’st it much to tread the ooze
l254l		Of the salt deep,
l255l		To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
l256l		To do me business in the veins o’ th’ earth
l257l		When it is baked with frost.
	Ariel	I do not, sir.
l258l	Prospero	Thou liest, malignant thing. Hast thou forgot
l259l		The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
l260l		Was grown into a hoop? Hast thou forgot her?
l261l	Ariel	No, sir.
	Prospero	Thou hast. Where was she born? Speak, tell me!
l262l	Ariel	Sir, in Algiers.
	Prospero	O, was she so! I must
l263l		Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
l264l		Which thou forget’st. This damned witch Sycorax,
l265l		For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible
l266l		To enter human hearing, from Algiers
l267l		Thou know’st was banished. For one thing she did
l268l		They would not take her life. Is not this true?
l269l	Ariel	Ay, sir.
l270l	Prospero	This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child,
l271l		And here was left by th’ sailors. Thou, my slave,
l272l		As thou report’st thyself, was then her servant#
l273l		And for thou wast a spirit too delicate
l274l		To act her earthy and abhorred commands,
l275l		Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee
l276l		By help of her more potent ministers,
l277l		And in her most unmitigable rage,
l278l		Into a cloven pine# within which rift
l279l		Imprisoned thou didst painfully remain
l280l		A dozen years, within which space she died
l281l		And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans
l282l		As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island—
l283l		Save for the son that she did litter here,
l284l		A freckled whelp, hag-born—not honoured with
l285l		A human shape.
	Ariel	Yes, Caliban her son.
l286l	Prospero	Dull thing, I say so: he, that Caliban
l287l		Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know’st
l288l		What torment I did find thee in. Thy groans
l289l		Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts
l290l		Of ever-angry bears# it was a torment
l291l		To lay upon the damned, which Sycorax
l292l		Could not again undo. It was mine art,
l293l		When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape
l294l		The pine and let thee out.
	Ariel	I thank thee, master.
l295l	Prospero	If thou more murmur’st, I will rend an oak,
l296l		And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
l297l		Thou hast howled away twelve winters.
	Ariel	Pardon, master.
l298l		I will be correspondent to command,
l299l		And do my spriting gently.
l300l	Prospero	Do so, and after two days
l301l		I will discharge thee.
	Ariel	That’s my noble master!
l302l		What shall I do? Say what, what shall I do?
l303l	Prospero	Go make thyself like to a nymph o’ th’ sea. Be subject
l304l		To no sight but thine and mine, invisible
l305l		To every eyeball else. Go take this shape,
l306l		And hither come in ’t. Go# hence with diligence!
		(Exit Ariel)
l307l		Awake, dear heart, awake! Thou hast slept well#
l308l		Awake.
	Miranda	
		(awaking)
		 The strangeness of your story put
l309l		Heaviness in me.
	Prospero	Shake it off. Come on#
l310l		We’ll visit Caliban my slave, who never
l311l		Yields us kind answer.
	Miranda	’Tis a villain, sir,
l312l		I do not love to look on.
	Prospero	But as ’tis,
l313l		We cannot miss him. He does make our fire,
l314l		Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices
l315l		That profit us.—What ho! Slave, Caliban!
l316l		Thou earth, thou, speak!
	Caliban	
		(within)
		 There’s wood enough within.
l317l	Prospero	Come forth, I say! There’s other business for thee.
l318l		Come, thou tortoise! When?
		(Enter Ariel, like a water-nymph)
l319l		Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
l320l		Hark in thine ear.
		(He whispers)
		
	Ariel	 My lord, it shall be done.
		(Exit)
l321l	Prospero	 Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
l322l		Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
		(Enter Caliban)
l323l	Caliban	 As wicked dew as e’er my mother brushed
l324l		With raven’s feather from unwholesome fen
l325l		Drop on you both! A southwest blow on ye,
l326l		And blister you all o’er!
l327l	Prospero	For this be sure tonight thou shalt have cramps,
l328l		Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins
l329l		Shall forth at vast of night, that they may work
l330l		All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched
l331l		As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
l332l		Than bees that made ’em.
	Caliban	I must eat my dinner.
l333l		This island’s mine, by Sycorax my mother,
l334l		Which thou tak’st from me. When thou cam’st first,
l335l		Thou strok’st me and made much of me, wouldst give me
l336l		Water with berries in ’t, and teach me how
l337l		To name the bigger light, and how the less,
l338l		That burn by day and night# and then I loved thee,
l339l		And showed thee all the qualities o’ th’ isle,
l340l		The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile—
l341l		Cursed be I that did so! All the charms
l342l		Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you#
l343l		For I am all the subjects that you have,
l344l		Which first was mine own king, and here you sty me
l345l		In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
l346l		The rest o’ th’ island.
	Prospero	Thou most lying slave,
l347l		Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,
l348l		Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee
l349l		In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
l350l		The honour of my child.
l351l	Caliban	O ho, O ho! Would ’t had been done!
l352l		Thou didst prevent me# I had peopled else
l353l		This isle with Calibans.
	Miranda	Abhorrèd slave,
l354l		Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
l355l		Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
l356l		Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
l357l		One thing or other. When thou didst not, savage,
l358l		Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
l359l		A thing most brutish, I endowed thy purposes
l360l		With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
l361l		Though thou didst learn, had that in ’t which good natures
l362l		Could not abide to be with# therefore wast thou
l363l		Deservedly confined into this rock,
l364l		Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
l365l	Caliban	You taught me language, and my profit on ’t
l366l		Is I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
l367l		For learning me your language!
	Prospero	Hag-seed, hence!
l368l		Fetch us in fuel. And be quick, thou’rt best,
l369l		To answer other business.—Shrug’st thou, malice?
l370l		If thou neglect’st or dost unwillingly
l371l		What I command, I’ll rack thee with old cramps,
l372l		Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar,
l373l		That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
	Caliban	No, pray thee.
l374l		(Aside)
		 I must obey. His art is of such power
l375l		It would control my dam’s god Setebos,
l376l		And make a vassal of him.
	Prospero	So, slave, hence!
		(Exit Caliban)
l377l		(Enter Ariel like a water-nymph, playing and singing, invisible to Ferdinand, who follows. Prospero and Miranda stand aside)
		(Song)
		Ariel	> Come unto these yellow sands,
l378l		And then take hands#
l379l		Curtsied when you have and kissed—
l380l		The wild waves whist—
l381l		Foot it featly here and there,
l382l		And, sweet sprites, bear
l383l		The burden. Hark, hark.
l384l	[Spirits]	(dispersedly within)
		> Bow-wow!
l385l	[Ariel]	The watch-dogs bark.
l386l	[Spirits]	(within)
		 Bow-wow!
l387l	Ariel	> Hark, hark, I hear
l388l		The strain of strutting Chanticleer
l389l		Cry “cock-a-diddle-dow”.
l390l	Ferdinand	 Where should this music be? I’ th’ air or th’ earth?
l391l		It sounds no more# and sure it waits upon
l392l		Some god o’ th’ island. Sitting on a bank,
l393l		Weeping again the King my father’s wreck,
l394l		This music crept by me upon the waters,
l395l		Allaying both their fury and my passion
l396l		With its sweet air. Thence I have followed it—
l397l		Or it hath drawn me rather. But ’tis gone.
l398l		No, it begins again.
l399l		(Song)
		Ariel	> Full fathom five thy father lies.
l400l		Of his bones are coral made#
l401l		Those are pearls that were his eyes#
l402l		Nothing of him that doth fade
l403l		But doth suffer a sea-change
l404l		Into something rich and strange.
l405l		Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
l406l	[Spirits]	(within)
		 Ding dong.
l407l	Ariel	> Hark, now I hear them.
	[Spirits]	
		( 407B within)
		 Ding-dong bell.
		(etc.)
		>
l408l	Ferdinand	 The ditty does remember my drowned father.
l409l		This is no mortal business, nor no sound
l410l		That the earth owes.
		(Music)
		 I hear it now above me.
l411l	Prospero	(to Miranda)
		 The fringèd curtains of thine eye advance,
l412l		And say what thou seest yon.
	Miranda	What is ’t? A spirit?
l413l		Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
l414l		It carries a brave form. But ’tis a spirit.
l415l	Prospero	No, wench, it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses
l416l		As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest
l417l		Was in the wreck, and but he’s something stained
l418l		With grief, that’s beauty’s canker, thou mightst call him
l419l		A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows,
l420l		And strays about to find ’em.
	Miranda	I might call him
l421l		A thing divine, for nothing natural
l422l		I ever saw so noble.
	Prospero	
		(aside)
		 It goes on, I see,
l423l		As my soul prompts it.
		(To Ariel)
		 Spirit, fine spirit, I’ll free thee
l424l		Within two days for this.
	Ferdinand	
		(aside)
		 Most sure the goddess
l425l		On whom these airs attend.
		(To Miranda)
		 Vouchsafe my prayer
l426l		May know if you remain upon this island,
l427l		And that you will some good instruction give
l428l		How I may bear me here. My prime request,
l429l		Which I do last pronounce, is—O you wonder—
l430l		If you be maid or no?
	Miranda	No wonder, sir,
l431l		But certainly a maid.
	Ferdinand	My language! Heavens!
l432l		I am the best of them that speak this speech,
l433l		Were I but where ’tis spoken.
	Prospero	How, the best?
l434l		What wert thou if the King of Naples heard thee?
l435l	Ferdinand	A single thing, as I am now that wonders
l436l		To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me,
l437l		And that he does I weep. Myself am Naples,
l438l		Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld
l439l		The King my father wrecked.
	Miranda	Alack, for mercy!
l440l	Ferdinand	Yes, faith, and all his lords, the Duke of Milan
l441l		And his brave son being twain.
	Prospero	
		(aside)
		 The Duke of Milan
l442l		And his more braver daughter could control thee,
l443l		If now ’twere fit to do ’t. At the first sight
l444l		They have changed eyes.—Delicate Ariel,
l445l		I’ll set thee free for this.
		(To Ferdinand)
		 A word, good sir.
l446l		I fear you have done yourself some wrong. A word.
l447l	Miranda	(aside)
		 Why speaks my father so ungently? This
l448l		Is the third man that e’er I saw, the first
l449l		That e’er I sighed for. Pity move my father
l450l		To be inclined my way.
	Ferdinand	O, if a virgin,
l451l		And your affection not gone forth, I’ll make you
l452l		The Queen of Naples.
	Prospero	Soft, sir! One word more.
l453l		(Aside)
		 They are both in either’s powers. But this swift business
l454l		I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
l455l		Make the prize light.
		(To Ferdinand)
		 One word more. I charge thee
l456l		That thou attend me. Thou dost here usurp
l457l		The name thou ow’st not# and hast put thyself
l458l		Upon this island as a spy, to win it
l459l		From me the lord on ’t.
	Ferdinand	No, as I am a man.
l460l	Miranda	There’s nothing ill can dwell in such a temple.
l461l		If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
l462l		Good things will strive to dwell with ’t.
	Prospero	
		(to Ferdinand)
		 Follow me.
l463l		(To Miranda)
		 Speak not you for him# he’s a traitor.
		( To Ferdinand)
		 Come!
l464l		I’ll manacle thy neck and feet together.
l465l		Sea-water shalt thou drink# thy food shall be
l466l		The fresh-brook mussels, withered roots, and husks
l467l		Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow!
	Ferdinand	No.
l468l		I will resist such entertainment till
l469l		Mine enemy has more power.
		(He draws, and is charmed from moving)
		
	Miranda	 O dear father,
l470l		Make not too rash a trial of him, for
l471l		He’s gentle, and not fearful.
	Prospero	What, I say,
l472l		My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor,
l473l		Who mak’st a show but dar’st not strike, thy conscience
l474l		Is so possessed with guilt. Come from thy ward,
l475l		For I can here disarm thee with this stick
l476l		And make thy weapon drop.
	Miranda	Beseech you, father!
l477l	Prospero	Hence! Hang not on my garments.
	Miranda	Sir, have pity.
l478l		I’ll be his surety.
	Prospero	Silence! One word more
l479l		Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What,
l480l		An advocate for an impostor? Hush!
l481l		Thou think’st there is no more such shapes as he,
l482l		Having seen but him and Caliban. Foolish wench!
l483l		To th’ most of men this is a Caliban,
l484l		And they to him are angels.
	Miranda	My affections
l485l		Are then most humble. I have no ambition
l486l		To see a goodlier man.
	Prospero	
		(to Ferdinand)
		 Come on# obey.
l487l		Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
l488l		And have no vigour in them.
	Ferdinand	So they are.
l489l		My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
l490l		My father’s loss, the weakness which I feel,
l491l		The wreck of all my friends, nor this man’s threats
l492l		To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
l493l		Might I but through my prison once a day
l494l		Behold this maid. All corners else o’ th’ earth
l495l		Let liberty make use of# space enough
l496l		Have I in such a prison.
	Prospero	
		(aside)
		 It works.
		(To Ferdinand)
		 Come on.—
l497l		Thou hast done well, fine Ariel.
		(To Ferdinand)
		 Follow me.
l498l		(To Ariel)
		 Hark what thou else shalt do me.
	Miranda	
		(to Ferdinand)
		 Be of comfort.
l499l		My father’s of a better nature, sir,
l500l		Than he appears by speech. This is unwonted
l501l		Which now came from him.
	Prospero	
		(to Ariel)
		 Thou shalt be as free
l502l		As mountain winds# but then exactly do
l503l		All points of my command.
l504l	Ariel	To th’ syllable.
l505l	Prospero	(to Ferdinand)
		 Come, follow.
		( 505 To Miranda)
		 Speak not for him.
		(Exeunt)
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