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No harm., Dost thou attend me? I have done nothing but in care of thee,


Sir, most heedfully (of thee, my dear one! thee, my daughter!) who Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing How to deny them; whom to advance, and whom Of whence I am ; nor that I am more betier To trash for over-topping: new created Than Prospero, master of a tuil poor cell, The creatures that were mine ; I say, or chang'd And thy no greater father.

them, Mira.

More to know Or else new-form'd them: having both the key Did never meddle with my thoughts.

Of officer and office, set all hearts i'th' state Pro.

"Tis time, To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was I should inform thee further. Lend thy hand, The ivy, which had hid my princely trunk, And pluck my magick garment from me --So; And suck'd my verdure out on't.-Thou at

(Lays down his mantle. tepd'st not. Lie there my art.-Wipe thou thine eyes; have Mira. 0, good sir, I do. comfort.


I pray thee, mark me The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicate The very virtue of compassion in thee,

To closeness, and the bettering of my mind I have with such provision in mine art

With that, which, but by being so retir'd, So safely order'd, that there is no soul O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother No, not so much perdition as an hair,

Awak'd an evil nature: and my trust, Betid to any creature in the vessel

Like a good parent, did beget of him Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. A falsehood, in its contrary as great Sit down;

As my trust was; which had, indeed, no limit, For thou must now know further.

A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded, Mira.

Yon have often Not only with what my revenue yielded, Begun to tell me what I am ; but stopp'd But what my power might else exact,-like one, And left me to a bootless inquisition;

Who having, unto truth, by telling of it, Concluding, Stay, not yet.

Made such a sinner of his memory, Pro.

The hour's now come; To credit his own lie,--he did believe The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; He was indeed the duke; out of the substitution, Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember and executing the outward face of royalty A tine before we came unto this cell?

With all prerogative :-Hence his ambition I do not think thou canst; for then thon wast not Growing, -Dost hear? Out three years old.

Mira. Your tale, sir, would cure deafness. Mira.

Certainly, sir, I can. Pro. To have no screen between this part he Pro. By what? by any other house, or person?

play'd Of any thing the image tell me, that

And him he play'd it for, he needs will be Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Absolute Milani Me, poor man!--my library Mira

'Tis far off ; Was dukedoin large enough; of temporal roy. And rather like a dream than an assurance

alties That my remembrance warrants: Had I not He thinks me now incapable: confederates Four or five women once, that tended me? (So dry he was for sway) with the king of Naples, Pro. Thon had'st, and more, Miranda : But To give him annual tribute, do him homage ; how is it,

Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else 'The dukedom, yet inbow'd, (alas, poor Milan !) In the dark backward and abysm of time? To most ignoble stooping, If thou rernember'st aught, ere thon cam'st here, Mira.

O the heavens! How thou cam'st here, thou may'st.

Pro. Mark his condition, and the event; then Mira.

But that I do not. Pro. Twelve years since, Miranda, twelve f this might be a brother. years since,


I shonld sin Thy father was the duke of Milan, and

To think but nobly of my grandinother: A prince of power.

Good woinbs have borne bad sons. Mira. Sir, are not yon my father?


Now the condition Pro. Thy mother was a piece of virtre, and This king of Naples, being an enemy She said-ihou wast my daughter; and thy father To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit; Was duke of Milan; and his only heir

Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises, A princess ;--no worse issued.

Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,-Mira.

0, the heavens! Should presently extirpate me and mine What foul play had we, that we canie from Out of the duhedom; and confer fair Milan, thence?

With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon, Or blessed was 't, we did ?

A trencherous army levied, one midnight Pro.

Both, both, my girl : Fated to the purpose, did Antonio open By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead

darkness, thence :

The ministers for the purpose hurried thence But blessedly holp hither.

Me, and thy crying self.
O, my heart bleeds Mira.

Alack, for pity !
To think o' the teen that I have turn' you to I, not rememb'ring how I cried out then,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you, Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint

That wrings mine eyes to 'l.
Pro. My brother and thy uncle,call'd Antonio

Hear a little further, I pray thee, mark me,--that a brother should And then I'll bring thee to the present business Be so perfidious lhe whom, next thyself, Which now's upon us; without the which, this Of all the world I loved, and to him put

story The manage of my state; as, at that time, Were most impertinent. Through all the signiories it was the first, Mira.

Wherefore did they not And Prospero the prime duke; being so reputed That hour destroy us? In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,


Well demanded, wench: Without a paralle; those being all my study, My tale provokes that question. Dear, they The government I cast upon my brother,

durst not; And to my state grew stranger, being transported,(So dear the love my people bore me) nor set And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle A mark so bloody on the business; but

tell me,



With colours fairer painted their fon! ends. Pro.

My brave spirit
In few, they hurried us aboard a bark; Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepard Would not infect his reason?
A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,


Not a soul
Nor tackle, sail, nor masi; the very rats But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, Some tricks of desperation : All, but mariners,
To cry to the sea that roard to us; to sigh Plug'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Then all a-fire with me: tiie king's son, Ferdi-
Did us but loving wrong.


Alack! what trouble With hair up-staring, (then like reeds, not hair,) Was I then w you !

Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty,
0! a cherubim

And all the devils are here.
Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst Pro.

Why, that's my spirit ! smile,

But was not this nigh shore?'
Infrused with a fortitude from heaven,


Close by, my master.
When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe ?
Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me Ari.

Not a hair perish'd;
An undergoing stomach, to bear up

On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Against what should ensue.

But fresher than before: and as thou bad’st me, Mira.

How came we ashore ? In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle: Pro. By Proridence divine.

The king's son have I landed by himself;
Some food we had, and some fresh water, that Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
Out of his charity, (who being then appointed His arms in this sad knut.
Master of this design,) did give 118; with

of the king's ship, Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessa ies, The mariners, say, now thou hast disposed, Which since have steaded much; so, of his gen- And all the rest o' the fleet? tleness,


Safely in harbour Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, Is the king's ship ; in the deep nook, where once From my own library, with volumes that Thou call'et me up at midnight to fetch dew I prize above my dukedom.

From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid: Mira.

'Would I might The mariners all under hatches stow'd; But ever see that man !

Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd
Now I arise

Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. I have left asleep; and for the rest o' the fleet,
Here in tu 'sland we arrived; and here Which I dispers'd, they all have met again;
Have I, thy choolmaster, made thee more profit And are npon the Mediterranean flote,
Than other princes can, that have more time Bound sa.lly home for Naples;
Por vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
Mira. Heavens thank you for 't! and now, I And his great person perish.
pray you, sir,


Ariel, thy charge (for still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: For raising this sea-storm?

What is the time o' the day?
Know thus far forth. Ari.

Past the mid season. By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, Pro. At least two glasses: The time 'twixt Now iny dear lady, hath mine enemies

six and cow, Brought to this shore: and by iny prescience

Must by us both be spent most preciously. I find my zenith doth depend upon

Ari. Is there more toil ? Since thou must give A most auspicious star; whose influence

me pains, If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Will ever after droop.-Here cease more ques. Which is not yet perform’d me. tions


How now ? moody? Thou art in, n'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, What is 't thou canst demand ? And give it way ;-I know thou canst not Ari.

My liberty. choose.

[Miranda sleeps. Pro. Before the time be out ? po more. Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Ari.

I pray thee Approach, my Ariel : come.

Remember, I have done thee worthy service;

Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd Enter Ariel.

Without or grudge or grumbling: thou did'st Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail; I promise

To baie me a full year. To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly,


Dost thou forget To swiin, to dive into the fire, to ride

From what a torment I did free thee? On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task Ari.

No. Ariel, and all his quality.

Pro. Thou dost; and think'st

Hast thou, spirit, It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; Perform'd to point the tempest that I både thee? To run in on the sharp wind of the North; Ari To every article.

To do me business in the veins o' the earth, I hoarded the king's ship ; now on the heak, When it is bak'd with frost. Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,

I do not, sir. 1 flam'd amazernent: Sometimes, I'd divide, Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing I Hast tho And burn in many places; on the top-mast,

forgot The yards, and bowsprit would I flamedistinctly, The foul witch, Sycorax,who, with age, and envy Then meet, and join : Jove's lightuings, the pre- Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her cnrsors

Ari. No, sir. O the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary Pro. Thou hast : where was she born ? And sight out-running were not: The fire, and speak; tell me. cracks

Ari Sir, in Argier. Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Pro.

O, was she so? I must, Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves once in a month, recommt what thou hast been, tremble,

Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sy. Yea, his dread trident shake




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For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible With raven's feather from unwholesome fen,
To enter human hearing, from Argier, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,
Thou know'st was banish'd; for one thing she and blister you all o'er!

Pro. For this, be sure, to-night, thou shalt They would not take her life: Is not this true ?

have cramps, Ari. Ay, sir.

Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; tirching Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, with child,

All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd And here was left by the sailors : Thon, my slave, As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more As thou report'st thyself, was then her servaut : singing And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate Than bees that made them. To act her earthy and abborr'd commands,


I must eat my dinner. Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, By help of her more potent ministers,

Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest And in her most unmitigable rage, Into a cloven pine ; within which rift

Thou strok’dst me, and mad'st much of me; Imprison'd, thou did'st painfully remain

would'st give me A dozen years; within which space she died, Water with berries in't; and teach me how And left thee there; where thou did'st vent ihy To name the bigger light, and how the less, groans,

That burn by day and night: and then I lov' As fast as inill-wheels strike: Then was this thee, island,

And show'd thee all the qualities o'the isle, (Save for the son that she did litter here, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and À freckled whelp, hag born) not honour'd with

fertile; A human shape.

Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms Ari.

Yes ; Caliban, her son. Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, For I am all the subject that you have, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st Which first was mine own king : and here you What torment I did find thee in : thy groans

sty me Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me of ever-angry bears: it was a torment

The rest of the island. To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax


Thou most lying slave; Could not again undo; it was mine art,

Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape used thee, The pine, and let thee out.

Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd Ari.

I thank thee, master. thee Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate oak,

The honour of iny child. And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till

Cal. O ho! O hó!-'Would, it had been done! Thou hast bowl'd away iwelve winters. Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else Ari.

Pardon, master : This isle with Calibans. I will be correspondent to command,


Abhorred slave! And do my spriting gently.

Which any print of goodness will not take, Pro.

Do so; and after two days Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, I will discharge thee.

Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee Ari.

That's my noble master! ench hour What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage, Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the know thy own meaning, but would'st gabble like sea;

A thing inost brutish, I endow'd thy purposes Be subject to no sight but mine ; invisible With words that made them known: But thy To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape,

vile race, And hither come in't: hence, with diligence. Though thou didst learn, had that in't which

(Erit Ariel. good natures Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Could not abide to be with ; therefore wast thou Awake!

Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Mira. The strangeness of your story put

Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. Heaviness in me.

Cal. You taught me language; and my profit Pro. Shake it off: come on;

on't We'll visit Caliban, my siave, who never Is, I know how to curse : the red plague rid you, Yields us kind answer.

For learning me your language Mira. 'Tis a villain, sir, Pro.

Hag seed, hence ! I do not love to look on.

Fetch us in fuel: and be quick, thou wert best, Pro.

But, as 'tis,

To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, ma. We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,

lice! Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly That profit us.

What hol slave! Caliban! What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Thou earth, thou ! speak.

Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar, Cal. (within.) There's wood enough within. That beasis shall tremble at thy din. Pro. Come forth, I say, there's other business Cal. No, 'pray thee! for thee;

I must obey: his art is of such power, (Aside Come forth, thou tortoise! when ?

It would control my dam's god, Setebos,

And make a vassal of him. Re-enter Ariel, like a Water-nymph.


So, slave, hence ! Fine apparition ! My quaint Ariel,

[Exit Caliban Hark in thine ear. Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Erit. Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing and singing;

Ferdinand following him. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself

Ariel's Song Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands :
Enter Caliban.

Court'sied when you have, and kiss'di, Cal Asvieked dew as e'er my mother brush'al (The wild waves whist)




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Foot it featly here and there :

- They have chang'd eyes ;-Delicate Ariel, And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. I'll set thee free for this !-- A word, good sir; Hark, hark!

I fear you have done yourself some wrong; a (Bur.) 'Bowgh, wowgh. (Dispersedly. The watch-dogs bark:

Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This
(Bur.) Bowgh, wowgh. (Dispersedly. Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first
Hark, hark. 'I hear

That e'er I sighed for: move my father
The strain of strutting chanticlere To be inclin'd my way!
Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.


O, if a virgin, Fer. Where should this musick be ; i' the air, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you or the earth ?

The queen of Naples. > It sounds no more ; and sure it waits upon

Soft, sir; one word more.Sume god of the island. Sitting on a bank,

They are both in either's powers: but this swift

business Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This musick crept by me upon the waters;

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Allaying both their fury and my passion,

[Aside. With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,

Make the prize light-One word more; I charge Or it hath drawn me rather :-But 'tis gone.

thee, No, it begins again.

That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp

The name thon ow'st not; and hast put thyself
Ariel sings

Upon this island, as a spy to win it
Full fathom five thy father lies ;

From me, the lord on't.
Of his bones are coral made;


No, as I am a man. Those are pearls that were his eyes : Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a Nothing of him that doth fade,

temple :
But doth suffer a sea-changé

If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Into something rich and strange.

Good things will strive to dwell with't.
Sca-nymphs hourly ring his knell: Pro.

Follow me.-[ To Ferd. [Burden, ding-dong. Speak not you for him ; he's a traitor: -Come. Hark! now I hear them -ding-dong, bell. I'll manacle thy neck and feet together; Fer. The ditty does remember my drown's Sea-water shalt thon drink, thy food shall be father :

The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and This is no mortal business, nor no sound

That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me. Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.
Pru. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, Fer.
And say, what thou seest yond'.

I will resist such entertainment, till

What is't? a spirit? Mine enemy has more power. [He draws Lord, how it looks abont! Believe me, sir,


O dear father, It carries a brave form :--but 'tis a spirit. Make not too rash a trial of him, for Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath He's gentie, and not fearful. such senses


What, I say. As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, My foot my tutor !-Put thy sword up, traitor; Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd Who mak'st a show, but dar’st not strike, thy With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st conscience call him

Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows, For I can here disarın thee with this stick, And surays about to find them.

And make thy weapon drop.

I might call him

'Beseech, you father! A thing divine ; for nothing natural

Pro. Hence: hang not on my garments. I ever saw so noble.


Sir, have pity; Pro.

It goes on, I see, (Aside. I'll be his surety. As my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll Pro.

Silence! one word more free thee

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Within two days for this.

An advocate for an impostor? hush! Fer

Most sure, the goddess Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes On whom these airs attend !--Vouchsafe, my as he, prayer

Having seen but him and Caliban : Foolish May know, if you remain upon this island ;

And that you will some good instruction give, To the most of men this is a Caliban,
How I may bear me here: My prime reqnest, And they to him are angels.
Which I do last pronounce, is, you wonder! Mira.

My affections If you be maid, or no?

Are then most humble; I have no ambition Mara.

No wonder, sir ! To see a goodlier man. Brie, certainly a maid.


Come on ; obey: [To Fer. Fer.

My language ! heavens !- Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
I am the best of them that speak this speech, And have no vigour in them.
Were I but where 'tis spoken.


So they are: Pro.

How! the best? My spirits, as in a dream, așe all bound up. What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, Fer. A single thing, as I am now, tha: wonders The wreck of all my friends, or this man's To hear thee speak of Naples; he does hear me; threats, And, that he does, 1 weep: myself am Naples; To whom I an subdued, are but light to me, Who with miue eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld Might I but through my prison once a day The king my father wreck'd.

Behold this maid : all corners else o' the earth, Mira

Alack! for mercy! Let liberty make use of: space enough 1 Fer. Yes, 'faith, and all his lords; the duke of Have 1 in such a prison. Milan,


It works: -Come on, And his brave son, being twain.

Thou hast done well, fine Ariel !--- Follow me. Pro. The duke of Milan,

To Fer. and Mir. Aad his more braver daughter,could control thee, Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To Ariel now 'twere fit to do't :- At the first sight Mira.

Be of comfort; (Aside. My father is of a better nature, sir,


Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted, drenched in the sea, 'hold, notwithstanding, their Which now came from him.

freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, Pro.

Thou shalt be as free than stain'd with salt water. As mountain winds: but then exactly do Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, All points of my command.

would it not say, he lies? Ari

To the syllable. Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report. Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh

(Exeunt. as when we put them on first in Africk, at the

marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to

the king of Tunis. ACT II.

Scb. "I'was a sweet marriage, and we prosper

well in our return. SCENE I. Another Part of the Island.

Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such Enter Alonzo, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, a paragon to their queen. Adrian, Francisco, and others.

Gon. Not since widow Dido's time. Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have

Ant. Widow ? a pox o' that! How came that

widow in ? Widow Dido! (So have we all) of joy; for our escape

Seb. What if he had said, widower Æneas Is much beyond our loss : our hint of wo too? good lord, how you take it! Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, Adr. Widow Dido, said you? you make me The masters of some merchant, and the mer study of that:

she was of Carthage, not of Tunis chant,

Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Have just our theme of wo: but for the miracle, Adr. Carthage? 1 mean our preservation, few in millions Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous Our sorrow with our comfort.

harp. Alon.

'Pr’ythee, peace.

Seb. He hath raised the wall and houses too. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.

Ant. What impossible matter will he make Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.

easy next? Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his. Seb. I think, he will carry this island home in wit; by and by it will strike.

his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. Gon. Sir,

Ant. And sowing the kernels of it in the sea, Seb. One : Tell.

bring forth more islands. Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's Gon. Ay? offer'd,

Ant. Why, in good time. Comes to the entertainer

Gon. Sir, we were talking that our garments Seb.

A dollar.

seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have at the marriage of your daughter, who is now spoken truer than you purposed.

queen. Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. you should.

Seb. 'Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Gon. Therefore, my lord,

Ant. 0, widow Dido; ay, widow Dido. Ant. Fie, what a spendthrist is he of his tongue!l. Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the Alon. I pr’ythee spare.

first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. Gon. Well, i have done : but yet

Ant. That sort was well fish'd for. Seb. He will be talking

Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's mar. Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a riage ? good wager, first begins to crow?

Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, Seb. The old cock.

against Ant. The cockrel.

The stomach of my sense: 'Would, I had never Seb. Done: The wager?

Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, Ant. A laughter.

My son is lost; and, in my rate, she too, Seb. A match.

Who is so far from Italy remov'd, Adr. Though this island seem to be a desert,- I ne'er again shall see her. 0 thou mine heir Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

of Naples and of Milan, what strange fish Ant. So, you've pay'd.

Hath made his meal on thee? Adr. Uninhabitable, and almost inaccessible, Fran.

Sir, he may live; Seb. Yet,

I saw him beat the surges under him, Adr. Yet

And ride upon their hacks; he trod the water, Ant. He could not miss it.

Whose enmily he flung aside, and breasted Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and 'The surge most zwoln that met him: his bold hend delicate temperance.

'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oard Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basia delivered.

bow'd, Adr. The air breathes upon us here most As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt sweetly.

He came alive to land. Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.


No, no, he's gone. Ant. Or, as 'twere perfumed by a fen.

Seb. Sir, you may thank yourself for this great Gon. Here is everything advantageous to life. loss ; Ant. True; save means to live.

That would not bless our Europe with your Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

daughter, Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks ? But rather lose her to an African; how green?

Where she, at least, is banish'd from your eye, Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny.

Who hath cause to wet the grief on't. Seb. With an eye of green in't.


'Pr'ythee, peace, Ant. He misses not much.

Seb. You were kneeld to, and importun'd Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. otherwise Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is indeed By all of us; and the fair soul herself almost beyond credit)

Weigh'd, between loathness and obedience, at Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

Which end o' the beam she'd bow. We have Gon. That our garments, being, as they were,

lost your son,

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