Pro. Thou most lying flave,

Whom ftripes may move, not kindness; I have us'd thee (Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd

In mine own cell, 'till thou didst feek to violate
The honour of my

child.

Cal. Oh ho, oh ho!I wou'd, it had been done! Thou didst prevent me, I had peopled elfe This Ifle with Calibans.

Pro. Abhorred Slave; (5)

Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pity'd thee,

Took pains to make thee fpeak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other. When thou didst not, favage,
Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
A thing moft brutish, I endow'd thy purposes

With words that made them known. But thy vile race
(Tho' thou didst learn) had that init, which good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou
Defervedly confin'd into this rock,

Who hadit deferv'd more than a prifon

Cal. You taught me language, and my profit on't Is, I know how to curfe: the red plague rid you, For learning me your language !

Pro. Hag-feed, hence!

Fetch us in fewel, and be quick (thou wer't best),
To answer other bufinefs. Shrug'it thou, malice ?

(5) Mira. Abborred Slave;] In all the printed Editions this Speech is given to Miranda but I am perfuaded, the Author never defigned it for her. In the fi ft place, 'tis probable, Profpera taught Caliban to speak, rather than left that Office to his Daughter: in the next Place, as Profpero was here rating Caliban, it would be a great Impropriety for her to take the Difcipline out of his Hands; and, indeed, in fome fort, an Indecency in her to reply to what Caliban laft was fpeaking of. Mr. Dryden, I obferve, in his Alteration of this Play, has judicioufly placed this Speech to Profpero. I can eafily guefs, that the change was first derived from the Players, who not loving that any Character fhould ftand too long filent on the Siage, to obviate that Inconvenience with regard to Miranda, clap'd this Speech to her Part..

If thou neglect'ft, or doft unwillingly

What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps;
Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar,
That beafts fhall tremble at thy din.

Cal. No, 'pray thee.

I must obey; his art is of fuch pow'r,

It would control my dam's god Setcbos,
And make a vaffal of him.

Pre. So, flave, hence!

[Exit Caliban.

Enter Ferdinand; and Ariel invifible, playing and finging.

ARIEL'S SONG.

Come unto thefe yellow fands,
And then take hands :

Curt'fied when you have, and kift

The wild waves whift;

Foot it featly here and there,

And, feet fprites, the burden bear.

[Burden difperfedly.

Hark, bark, bough-waugh; the watch-dogs bark,

Baugh-waugh.

Ari. Hark, bark, I bear

The ftrain of frutting chanticlere

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-do.

Fer. Where fhould this mufick be, i'th' air, or carth?It founds no more: and fure, it waits upon Some God o'th' Ifland. Sitting on a bank, Weeping against the King my father's wreck, This mufick crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury and my paffion, With its fweet air; thence I have followed it, Or it hath drawn me rather but 'tis gone.

No, it begins again.

i

Thaft

Thofe are pearls, that were his eyes :
Nothing of him, that doth fade.
But doth Juffer a fea-change,
Into fomething rich and ftrange,
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell.

Hark, now I bear them, ding-dong, bell.

[Burden: ding-dong.

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father;
This is no mortal bufinefs, nor no found

That the earth owns: I hear it now above me. i
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eyes advance,
And fay, what thou fee'ft yond.

Mira. What is't, a fpirit?

Lord, how it looks about! believe me. Sir,
It carries a brave form. But 'tis a fpirit?

Pro. No, wench, it eats, and fleeps, and hath fuch fenfes
As we have, fuch. This gallant, which thou feeft,
Was in the wreck: and, but he's fomething ftain'd
With grief, (that's beauty's canker) thou might'ft call him
A goodly perfon. He hath loft his fellows,

And flrays about to find 'em.

Mira. I might call him

A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever faw fo noble.

Pro. It goes on, I fee,

[Afide.

As my foul prompts it. Spirit, fine Spirit, I'll free thee

Within two days for this.

Fer. Moft fure, the Goddefs

On whom these airs attend! vouchfafe, my pray`r
May know, if you remain upon this Island;
And that you will fome good inftruction give,
How I may bear me here: my prime request
(Which I do laft pronounce) is, O you wonder!
you be made or no?

If

Mira. No wonder, Sir,

But certainly a maid.

Fer. My language! heav'ns!

I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Pro.

Pro. How? the best?

What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
Fer. A fingle thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me ;
And, that he does, I weep: myfelf am Naples,
Who, with mine eyes (ne'er fince at ebb) beheld
The King my father wreckt.

Mira. Alack, for mercy!

Fer. Yes, faith, and all his Lords: the Duke of Milan, And his brave fon, being twain. (6)

P.o. The Duke of Milan,

And his more braver daughter, could control thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't:

-At the firft fight,

They have chang'd eyes: (delicate Ariel,

l'il fet thee free for this.) A word, good Sir,
I fear, you've done yourself fome wrong: a word-
Mira. Why fpeaks my father fo ungently? this
Is the third man, that I e'er faw; the firft,

That e'er I figh'd for. Pity move my father
To be inclin❜d my way!

Fer. O, if a Virgin,

And your Affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The Queen of Naples.

Pro. Soft, Sir; one word more.

They're both in either's power: but this fwift bufinefs
I must uneafy make, left too light winning

Make the prize light. Sir, one word more; I charge thee,
That thou attend me :-thou dost here ufurp
The name thou ow'it not, and kast put thyself

Upon this land, as a fpy, to win it

From me, the lord on't.

Fer. No, as I'm a man

the Duke of Milan,

(6) And bis brave Son, being twain.] Here feems a flight Forgetfulness in our Peet: No Body was loft in this Wreek, as is manifeft from feveral Paffages: and yet we have no fuch Character introduced in the Fable, as the Duke of Milan's Son. No doubt, in his firft Plan he had marked out fuch a Character; but on fecond Thought, found it unneceflary.

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a temple. If the ill fpirit have fo fair an house,

Good things will ftrive to dwell in't.

Pro. Follow me.

Speak not you for him: he's a traitor. Come,
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together;
Sea-water fhalt thou drink; thy food shall be

The fresh-brook muffels, wither'd roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

Fer. No,

I will refift fuch entertainment, 'till

Mine enemy has more power.

[He draws, and is charmed from moving.

Mira. O dear father,

Make not too rash a trial of him; for

He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro. What, I fay,

My foot my tutor? put thy fword

up, traitor,

Who mak'st a fhew, but dar'ft not ftrike; thy confcience

Is fo poffeft with guilt: come from thy ward,

For I can here disarm thee with this stick,

And make thy weapon drop.

Mira. Befeech you, father.

Pro. Hence: hang not on my garment.
Mira. Sir, have pity;

I'll be his furety.

Pro. Silence: one word more

Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What,
An advocate for an impoftor? hush !

Thou think'ft, there are no more fuch fhapes as he,
Having feen but him and Caliban; foolish wench!
To th' most of men this is a Caliban,

And they to him are angels.

Mira. My affections

Are then moft humble: I have no ambition

To fee a goodlier man.

Pro. Come on, obey;

Thy nerves are in their infancy again,

And have no vigour in them.

Fer. So they are;

My