FERDINAND fol Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing; lowing him. Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth? ARIEL sings. Full fathom five thy father lies: Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong, bell. [Burden, ding-dong. Fer. The dittty does remember my drown'd father : This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owns :-I hear it now above me. Pro. The fringed curtain of thine eye advance And say, what thou seest yond. Mira. What is't? a spirit? See, 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 And strays about to find them. Mira. A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. Pro. [Aside.] I might call him It goes on, I see, As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Fer. Most sure, the goddess Mira. But, certainly a maid. No wonder, sir; My language! heavens !I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken. How! the best? Pro. Mira. Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan, Pro. I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Is the third man that e'er I saw ; the first That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father Fer. O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Pro. Soft, sir; one word more. They are both in either's powers; but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge thee, 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. 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. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come. [Aside. [Aside. [To FERD. 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 Fer. I will resist such entertainment, till Mine enemy has more power. No; [He draws O dear father, What, I say, Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle, and not fearful.* Pro. My foot my tutor! Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy conscience 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. Thy nerves are in their infancy again, And have no vigor in them. Come on; obey: [TO FERD So they are: Fer. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats, Pro. It works :-Come on. Mira. My father's of a better nature, sir, [To FERD. and MIR. [TO ARIEL. Be of comfort; * Frightful Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Which now came from him. Ferdinand is compelled, by the power of Prospero, to assume the menial employmen of an attendant on the Magician, the more readily to bring the young Prince into an acquaintance with Miranda, who regards him with affection. ACT III SCENE I.-Before Prospero's Cell. Enter FERDINAND, bearing a log. Fer. There be some sports are painful; but their labor The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, Weeps when she sees me work; and says, such baseness But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labors ; Mira. Enter MIRANDA, and PROSPERO at a distance. Alas, now! pray you He's safe for these three hours. O most dear mistress, Fer. Mira. If you'll sit down, I'll bear your logs the while: Pray, give me that ; I'll carry it to the pile. Fer. No: precious creature! I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, You look wearily. Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me When you are by at night. I do beseech you, (Chiefly, that I might set it in my prayers,) What is your name? Mira. Miranda :-O my father, I have broke your hest to say so! Fer. Mira. I am skilless of; but, by my modesty, (The jewel in my dower,) I would not wish Fer. I am, in my condition, A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king; (I would, not so!) and would no more endure This wooden slavery, than I would suffer The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my soul speak; The very instant that I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides, To make me slave to it; and for your sake, Mira. Do you love me? |