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I must obey-his art is of such power, [growls to himself

It would control my dam's god Setebos,

And make a vassal of him.

Prospero.

So, slave, hence!

[Caliban slinks away. Prospero and Miranda withdraw a little within the cave

Music heard: ARIEL ‘invisible, playing and singing'; FERDINAND following down the cliff path.

ARIEL'S SONG.

Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:

Curtsied when you have, and kissed

The wild waves whist:

Foot it featly here and there,

And sweet sprites bear

The burthen...Hark!

Hark!

'Burthen dispersedly.' Bow-wow!

Ariel. The watch-dogs bark:

Burthen. Bow-wow!

Ariel. Hark, hark, I hear

The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry-

Burthen. Cockadiddle-dow!

Ferdinand. Where should this music be? i'th'air, or th'earth?

It sounds no more: and sure it waits upon
Some god o'th'island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wrack....
This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion

With its sweet air: thence I have followed it

Or it hath drawn me rather. But 'tis gone....
No, it begins again.

ARIEL'S SONG.

Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made:
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange...
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell.
Burthen. Ding-dong.

Ariel. Hark! now I hear them-
Ding-dong bell.

Lucretiren De Rerum Notuna!

Ferdinand. The ditty does remember my drowned

father.

This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes: I hear it now above me.

Prospero [leading Miranda from the cave]. The fringéd
curtains of thine eye advance,

And say what thou seest yond.

Miranda.

What is't? a spirit?

Lord, how it looks about... Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form.... But 'tis a spirit.

Prospero. No wench, it eats and sleeps and hath
such senses

As we have such.... This gallant which thou seest
Was in the wrack: and but he's something stained
With grief-that's beauty's canker [touching her cheek]

-thou mightst call him

A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,
And strays about to find 'em.

Miranda [moving forward, under the spell]. I might
call him

A thing divine for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.

Prospero [holding back]. It goes on I see,
As my soul prompts it...Spirit, fine spirit, I'll free thee
Within two days for this.

Ferdinand [as Miranda confronts him]. Most sure, the goddess

On whom these airs attend... Vouchsafe my prayer
May know if you remain upon this island,
And that you will some good instruction give
How I may bear me here...My prime request,
Which I do last pronounce, is-O you wonder!-

If you be maid, or no?

Miranda.

But certainly a maid.
Ferdinand.

No wonder, sir,

My language? heavens...

I am the best of them that speak this speech,

Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Prospero [advancing].

How? the best?

What wert thou if the King of Naples heard thee?

Ferdinand. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples... He does hear me, And that he does, I weep: myself am Naples, Who with mine eyes-never since at ebb-beheld

The king my father wracked.

Miranda.

Alack, for mercy!

Ferdinand. Yes, faith, and all his lords-the Duke of

Milan

And his brave son being twain.
Prospero [to himself].

The Duke of Milan

And his more braver daughter could control thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't...At the first sight

They have changed eyes... Delicate Ariel,

I'll set thee free for this....[sternly] A word, good sir.
I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.

Miranda. Why speaks my father so ungently? This

Is the third man that e'er I saw...the first,

That e'er I sighed for: pity move my father

To be inclined my way.

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And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you

The queen of Naples.

Prospero.

Soft, sir, one word more....

They are both in either's power: but this swift business

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning

Make the prize light....One word more: I charge thee

That thou attend me: Thou dost here usurp

The name thou ow'st not-and hast put thyself

Upon this island, as a spy, to win it

From me, the lord on't.

Ferdinand.

No, as I am a man.

Miranda. There's nothing ill can dwell in such

a temple.

If the ill spirit have so fair a house,

Good things will strive to dwell with't.

Prospero [imperatively to Ferdinand]. Follow me...

[to Miranda] Speak not you for him: he's a traitor...[to

Ferdinand] Come,

I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:

Sea-water shalt thou drink: thy food shall be

'The fresh-brook mussels, withered roots, and husks

Wherein the acorn cradled.... Follow.

Ferdinand.

I will resist such entertainment, till

Mine enemy has more power.

Miranda.

No,

['he draws and is charmed from moving'

O dear father,

Make not too rash a trial of him, for

He's gentle, and not fearful.

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My foot my tutor! Put thy sword up traitor,

Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike...thy conscience

Is so possessed with guilt: come, from thy ward,

For I can here disarm thee with this stick,

And make thy weapon drop.

[Ferdinand's sword falls from his hand

Miranda [plucking his mantle]. Beseech you father.

Prospero. Hence: hang not on my garments.

Miranda.

I'll be his surety.

Prospero.

Sir have pity,

Silence: one word more

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee: what,
An advocate for an impostor! [as she weeps] Hush:
Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
Having seen but him and Caliban... Foolish wench,
To th' most of men, this is a Caliban,

And they to him are angels.

Miranda.

My affections

Are then most humble: I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.

Prospero [to Ferdinand]. Come on, obey:

Thy nerves are in their infancy again,

And have no vigour in them.

Ferdinand.

So they are:

My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up...
My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,

The wrack of all my friends, nor this man's threats,

To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,

Might I but through my prison once a day

Behold this maid: all corners else o'th'earth

Let liberty make use of...space enough

Have I in such a prison.

Prospero.

It works...[to Ferdinand] Come on....

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