Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a tem ple: 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. I'll manacle thy neck and feet together: Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow. Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle, and not fearful. Pro. What, I say, My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike, thy con science 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. Mira. 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! An advocate for an impostor? hush ! Thou think'st, there are no more such shapes as he, Having seen but him and Caliban: Foolish wench! To the most of men this is a Caliban, And they to him are angels. Mira. My affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man. My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. Have I, in such a prison. Pro. It works:-Come on. Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-Follow me. Hark, what thou else shalt do me. Mira. My father's of a better nature, sir, [To Fer. and Mir. [To Arici. Be of comfort; Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Which now came from him. Pro. Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds: but then exactly do Ari. To the syllable. Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Another Part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh Alon. 20 Pr'ythee, peace. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. 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 Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have spoken truer than you purpos'd. |