Must.

Up aloft! and man your seere-Capstorm.

Vent.
My Lads, my hearts of Gold, get in your Capstorm-Bar.
Hoa up, hoa up, &c. [Exeunt Mustacho and Ventoso. Enter Stephano.

Steph.
Hold on well! hold on well! nip well there,
Quarter-Master, get's more Nippers. [Exit Stephano. Enter two Mariners and pass over again.

Trinc.
Turn out, turn out all hands to Capstorm?
You dogs, is this a time to sleep?
Heave together Lads. [Trincalo whistles. [Exeunt Mustacho and Ventoso.

Must. within.

Our Vall's broke.

Vent. within.

'Tis but our Vial-block has given way. Come heave Lads! we are fix'd again. Heave together Bullyes.

Steph.
Cut off the Hamocks! cut off the Hamocks, come my
Lads: Come Bullys, chear up! heave lustily.
The Anchor's a peek.

Trinc.
Is the Anchor a peek?

Steph.
Is a weigh? Is a weigh!

Trinc.
Up aloft my Lads upon the Fore-Castle!
Cut the Anchor, cut him.

All within.
Haul Catt, Haul Catt, &c. Haul Catt, haul:
haul, Catt, haul. Below.

Steph.

Aft, Aft! and loose the Misen!

Trinc.

Get the Misen-tack aboard. Haul Aft Misen-sheat!

Must.

Loose the main Top-sail!

Steph.

Furle him again, there's too much Wind.

Trinc.

Loose Fore-sail! Haul Aft both sheats! trim her right afore the Wind. Aft! Aft! Lads, and hale up the Misen here.

Must.

A Mackrel-Gale, Master.

Steph. within.

Port hard, port! the Wind grows scant, bring the Tack aboard Port is. Star-board, star-board, a little steady; now steady, keep her thus, no neerer you cannot come.

Vent.

Some hands down: the Guns are loose.

Trinc.

Try the Pump, try the Pump!

Must.

O Master! six foot Water in Hold.

Steph.

Clap the Helm hard aboard! Flat, flat, flat in the Fore-sheat there.

Trinc.

Over-haul your fore-boling.

Steph.

Brace in the Lar-board.

Trinc.
A curse upon this howling, [A great cry within.
They are louder than the weather. [Enter Antonio and Gonzalo.

Yet again, what do you here! shall we give o're, and drown? ha' you a mind to sink?

Gonz.

A Pox o' your throat, you bawling, blasphemous, uncharitable dog.

Trinc.

Work you then.

Anto.

Hang, Cur, hang, you whorson insolent noise-maker, we are less afraid to be drown'd than thou art.

Trinc.

Brace off the Fore-yard.

Gonz.

I'le warrant him for drowning, though the Ship were no stronger than a Nut-shell, and as leaky as an unstanch'd Wench.

Enter Alonzo and Ferdinand.

Ferd.

For my self I care not, but your loss brings a thousand Deaths to me.

Alonzo.

O name not me, I am grown old, my Son; I now am tedious to the world, and that, by use, is so to me: but, Ferdinand, I grieve my subjects loss in thee: Alas! I suffer justly for my crimes, but why thou shouldest—O Heaven!

Heark, farewel my Son! a long farewel!

Ferd.

Some lucky Plank, when we are lost by shipwrack, waft hither, and submit it self beneath you.

Trinc.
What must our mouths be cold then?

Vent.
All's lost. To prayers, to prayers.

Gonz.
The Duke and Prince are gone within to prayers.
Let's assist them.

Must.
Nay, we may e'ne pray too; our case is now alike.

Ant.
We are meerly cheated of our lives by Drunkards.
This wide chopt Rascal: would thou might'st lye drowning
The long washing of ten Tides. [Exeunt Trincalo, Mustacho, and Ventoso.

Gonz.

He'll he hang'd yet, though every drop of water swears against it; now would I give ten thousand Furlongs of Sea for one Acre of barren ground, Long-heath, Broom-furs, or any thing. The wills above be done, but I would fain dye a dry death.

Ant.

Mercy upon us! we split, we split.

Gonz.

Let's all sink with the Duke, and the young Prince.

Trinc.

The Ship is sinking.

Steph.

Run her ashore!

Trinc.

Lusse! lusse! or we are all lost! there's a Rock upon the Star-board Bow.

Steph.

She strikes, she strikes! All shift for themselves.

Enter Prospero and Miranda.

Prosp.

Miranda! where's your Sister?

Miran.

I left her looking from the pointed Rock, at the walk end, on the huge beat of Waters.

Prosp.

It is a dreadful object.

Mir.

If by your Art, my dearest Father, you have put them in this roar, allay 'em quickly.

Had I been any God of power, I would have sunk the Sea into the Earth, before it should the Vessel so have swallowed.

Prosp.
Collect your self, and tell your piteous heart,
There's no harm done.

Mir.
O woe the day!

Prosp.
There is no harm:
I have done nothing but in care of thee,
My Daughter, and thy pretty Sister:
You both are ignorant of what you are,
Not knowing whence I am, nor that I'm more
Than Prospero, Master of a narrow Cell,
And thy unhappy Father.

Mir.

I ne're indeavour'd to know more than you were pleas'd to tell me.

Prosp.

I should inform thee farther: wipe thou thine Eyes, have comfort; the direful spectacle of the wrack, which touch'd the very virtue of compassion in thee, I have with such a pity safely order'd, that not one creature in the Ship is lost.

Mir.
You often, Sir, began to tell me what I am,
But then you stopt.

Prosp.
The hour's now come;

Obey, and be attentive, Canst thou remember a time before we came into this Cell? I do not think thou canst, for then thou wert not full three years old.

Mir.

Certainly I can, Sir.

Prosp.

Tell me the image then of any thing which thou dost keep in thy remembrance still.

Mir.

Sir, had I not four or five Women once that tended me?

Prosp.

Thou hadst, and more, Miranda: what see'st thou else in the dark back-ward, and abyss of Time?

If thou remembrest ought e're thou cam'st here, then, how thou cam'st thou may'st remember too.

Mir.

Sir, that I do not.

Prosp.

Fifteen Years since, Miranda, thy Father was the Duke of Millan, and a Prince of power.

Mir.

Sir, are not you my Father?

Prosp.

Thy Mother was all virtue, and she said, thou wast my Daughter, and thy Sister too.

Mir.

O Heavens! what foul play had we, that we hither came, or was't a blessing that we did?

Prosp.

Both, both, my Girl.

Mir.

How my heart bleeds to think what you have suffer'd. But, Sir, I pray proceed.

Prosp.

My Brother, and thy Uncle, call'd Antonio, to whom I trusted then the manage of my State, while I was wrap'd with secret Studies: That false Uncle (do'st thou attend me Child?)

Mir.

Sir, most heedfully.

Prosp.

Having attain'd the craft of granting suits, and of denying them; whom to advance, or lop, for over-toping, soon was grown the Ivy which did hide my Princely Trunck, and suckt my verdure out: thou attend'st not.

Mir.

O good Sir, I do.

Prosp.

I thus neglecting worldly ends, and bent to closeness, and the bettering of my mind, wak'd in my false Brother an evil Nature:

He did believe

He was indeed the Duke, because he then did execute the outward face of Soveraignty. Do'st thou still mark me?

Mir.

Your story would cure deafness.

Prosp.

To have no screen between the part he plaid, and whom he plaid it for; he needs would be Absolute Millan, and Confederates (so dry he was for Sway) with Savoy's Duke, to give him Tribute, and to do him homage.

Mir.
False man!

Prosp.
This Duke of Savoy being an Enemy,
To me inveterate, strait grants my Brother's suit,
And on a night

Mated to his design, Antonio opened the Gates of Millan, and i'th' dead of darkness, hurri'd me thence with thy young Sister, and thy crying self.

Mir.

But wherefore did they not that hour destroy us?

Prosp.

They durst not, Girl, in Millan, For the love my people bore me; in short, they hurri'd us away to Savoy, and thence aboard a Bark at Nissa's Port: bore us some Leagues to Sea, where they prepar'd a rotten Carkass of a Boat, not rigg'd, no Tackle, Sail, nor Mast; the very Rats instinctively had quit it: they hoisted us, to cry to Seas which roar'd to us; to sigh to Winds, whose pity sighing back again, did seem to do us loving wrong.

Mir.

Alack! what trouble was I then to you?

Prosp.

Thou and thy Sister were two Cherubins, which did preserve me: you both did smile, infus'd with fortitude from Heaven.

Mir.
How came we ashore?

Prosp.
By Providence Divine,

Some food we had, and some fresh Water, which a Noble man of Savoy, called Gonzalo, appointed Master of that black design, gave us; with rich Garments, and all necessaries, which since have steaded much: and of his gentleness (knowing I lov'd my Books) he furnisht me from mine own Library, with Volumes which I prize above my Dukedom.

Mir.

Would I might see that man.

Prosp.

Here in this Island we arriv'd, and here have I your Tutor been. But by my skill I find that my mid-Heaven doth depend on a most happy Star, whose influence if I now court not, but omit, my Fortunes will ever after droop: here cease more question, thou art inclin'd to sleep: 'tis a good dulness, and give it way; I know thou canst not chuse.

Ariel.

All hail great Master, grave Sir, hail, I come to answer thy best pleasure, be it to fly, to swim, to shoot into the fire, to ride on the curl'd Clouds; to thy strong bidding, task Ariel and all his qualities.

Prosp.

Hast thou, Spirit, perform'd to point the Tempest that I bad thee?

Ariel.
To every Article.

I boarded the Duke's Ship, now on the Beak, now in the Waste,

the Deck, in every Cabin; I flam'd amazement, and sometimes I seem'd to burn in many places on the Top-Mast, the Yards and Bore-sprit; I did flame distinctly.

Prosp.
May brave Spirit!

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil did not infect his Reason?

Ariel.
Not a soul

But felt a Feaver of the mind, and play'd some tricks of desperation; all, but Mariners, plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the Vessel: the Duke's Son, Ferdinand, with hair upstairing (more like Reeds than Hair) was the first man that leap'd; cry'd, Hell is empty, and all the Devils are here.

Prosp.
Why that's my Spirit;
But was not this nigh Shore?

Ariel.
Close by my Master.

Prosp.
But, Ariel, are they safe?

Ariel.
Not a hair perisht.
In Troops I have dispers'd them round this Isle.

The Duke's Son I have landed by himself, whom I have left warming the air with sighs, in an odde angle of the Isle, and sitting, his arms he folded in this sad knot.

Prosp.

Say how thou hast dispos'd the Mariners of the Duke's Ship, and all the rest of the Fleet.

Ariel.
Safely in Harbour
Is the Duke's Ship, in the deep Nook, where once thou call'dst
Me up at midnight to fetch Dew from the
Still vext Bermoothes, there she's hid,
The Mariners all under hatches stow'd,
Whom, with a charm, join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep, and for the rest o'th' Fleet
(Which I disperst) they all have met again,
And are upon the Mediterranean Float,
Bound sadly home for Italy;
Supposing that they saw the Duke's Ship wrackt,
And his great person perish.

Prosp.
Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd, but there's more work:
What is the time o'th' day?

Ariel.
Past the mid-season.

Prosp.

At least two Glasses: the time tween six and now must by us both be spent most preciously.

Ariel.

Is there more toyl? since thou dost give me pains, let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, which is not yet perform'd me.

Prosp.
How now, Moodie?
What is't thou canst demand?

Ariel.
My liberty.

Prosp.
Before the time be out? no more.

Ariel.
I prethee!
Remember I have done thee faithful service,
Told thee no lyes, made thee no mistakings,
Serv'd without or grudge, or grumblings:
Thou didst promise to bate me a full year.

Prosp.
Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?

Ariel.
No.

Prosp.
Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the Ooze
Of the salt deep:
To run against the sharp wind of the North,
To do my business in the Veins of the Earth,
When it is bak'd with Frost.

Ariel.
I do not, Sir.

Prosp.

Thou ly'st, malignant thing! hast thou forgot the foul Witch Sycorax, who with age and envy was grown into a Hoop? hast thou forgot her?

Ariel.
No Sir!

Prosp.
Thou hast; where was she born? speak, tell me.

Ariel.
Sir, in Argier.

Prosp.
Oh, was she so! I must

Once every Month recount what thou hast been, which thou forgettest. This damn'd Witch Sycorax for mischiefs manifold, and sorceries too terrible to enter humane hearing, from Argier thou knowst was banisht: but for one thing she did, they would not take her life: is not this true?

Ariel.

I Sir.

Prosp.
This blew-ey'd Hag was hither brought with child,

And here was left by th' Saylors, thou, my slave,
As thou report'st thy self, wast then her servant,
And 'cause thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthy and ahborr'd commands;
Refusing her grand Hests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent Ministers,
(In her unmitigable rage) into a cloven Pine,
Within whose rist imprison'd, thou didst painfully
Remain a dozen years; within which space she dy'd,
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy
Groans, as fast as Mill-wheels strike.
Then was this Isle (save for two Brats, which she did
Litter here, the brutish Caliban, and his twin Sister,
Two freckel'd-hag-born Whelps) not honour'd with
A humane shape.

Ariel.
Yes! Caliban her Son, and Sycorax his Sister.

Prosp.

Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, and she that Sycorax, whom I now keep in service. Thou best knowst what torment I did find thee in, thy groans did make Wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts of ever angry Bears, it was a torment to lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax could ne're again undo: It was my Art, when I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made the Pine to gape and let thee out.

Ariel.
I thank thee, Master.

Prosp.
If thou more murmurest, I will rend an Oak,
And peg the in his knotty Entrails, till thou
Hast howld away twelve Winters more.

Ariel.
Pardon, Master,
I will be correspondent to command, and be
A gentle spirit.

Prosp.
Do so, and after two days I'le discharge thee.

Ariel.
That's my noble Master.
What shall I do? say? what? what shall I do?

Prosp.
Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible to
Every eye-ball else: hence with diligence.
My daughter wakes. A non thou shalt know more. [Ex. Ariel.
Thou hast slept well my child.

Mir.
The sadness of your story put heaviness in me.

Prosp.
Shake it off; come on, I'le now call Caliban, my slave,
Who never yields us a kind answer.

Mir.
'Tis a creature, Sir, I do not love to look on.

Prosp.

But as 'tis, we cannot miss him; he does make our Fire, fetch in our Wood, and serve in Offices that profit us: what hoa! Slave! Caliban! thou Earth thou, speak.

Calib. within.

There's Wood enough within.

Prosp.
Come forth, I say, there's other business for thee.
Come thou Tortoise, when? [Enter Ariel.
Fine apparition, my quaiut Ariel,
Hark in thy ear.

Ariel.
My Lord it shall be done. [Exit.

Prosp.

Thou poisonous Slave, got by the Devil himself upon thy wicked Dam, come forth.

Calib.

As wicked Dew, as e're my Mother brush'd with Raven's Feather from unwholsome Fens, drop on you both: A South-west blow on you, and blister you all o're.

Prosp.

For this besure, to night thou shalt have Cramps, side-stitches, that shall pen thy breath up; Urchins shall prick thee till thou bleed'st: thou shalt be pinch'd as thick as Honey-Combs, each pinch more stinging than the Bees which made 'em.

Calib.

I must eat my dinner: this Island's mine by Sycorax my Mother, which thou took'st from me. When thou cam'st first, thou stroak'st me, and mad'st much of me, would'st give me Water with Berries in't, and teach me how to name the bigger Light, and how the less, that burn by day and night; and then I lov'd thee, and shew'd thee all the qualities of the Isle, the fresh-Springs, brine-Pits, barren places, and fertil. Curs'd be I, that I did so: All the Charms of Sycorax, Toads, Beetles, Batts, light on thee, for I am all the Subjects that thou hast. I first was mine own Lord; and here thou stay'st me in this hard Rock, whiles thou dost keep from me the rest o'th' Island.

Prosp.

Thou most lying Slave, whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have us'd thee (filth that thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd thee in mine own Cell, till thou didst seek to violate the honour of my Children.

Calib.

Oh ho, Oh ho, would t'had been done: thou did'st prevent me, I had peopl'd else this Isle with Calibans.

Prosp.
Abhor'd Slave!

Who ne're would any print of goodness take, being capable of all ill: I pity'd thee, took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour one thing or other; when thou didst not (Savage) know thy own meaning, but would'st gabble, like a thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes with words which made them known: But thy wild race (though thou did'st learn) had that in't, which good Natures could not abide to be with: therefore wast thou deservedly pent up into this Rock.

Calib.

You taught me language, and my profit by it is, that I know to curse: the red botch rid you for learning me your language.

Prosp.
Hag-seed hence!
Fetch us in fewel, and be quick
To answer other business: shrugst thou (malice)
If thou neglectest or dost unwillingly what I command,
I'le wrack thee with old Cramps, fill all thy bones with
Aches, make thee roar, that Beasts shall tremble
At thy Din.

Calib.
No prethee!
I must obey. His Art is of such power,
It would controul my Dam's God, Setebos,
And make a Vassal of him.

Prosp.
So Slave, hence. [Exeunt Prospero and Caliban severally. Enter Dorinda.

Dor.
Oh Sister! what have I beheld?

Mir.
What is it moves you so?

Dor.
From yonder Rock,
As I my Eyes cast down upon the Seas,
The whistling winds blew rudely on my face,
And the waves roar'd; at first I thought the War
Had bin between themselves, but strait I spy'd
A huge great Creature.

Mir.
O you mean the Ship.

Dor.
Is't not a Creature then? it seem'd alive.

Mir.
But what of it?

Dor.
This floating Ram did bear his Horns above;
All ty'd with Ribbands, russling in the wind,
Sometimes he nodded down his head a while,
And then the Waves did heave him to the Moon;
He clamb'ring to the top of all the Billows,
And then again he curtsy'd down so low,
I could not see him: till, at last, all side long
With a great crack his belly burst in pieces.

Mir.
There all had perisht
Had not my Father's magick Art reliev'd them.
But, Sister, I have stranger news to tell you;
In this great Creature there were other Creatures,
And shortly we may chance to see that thing,
Which you have heard my Father call, a Man.

Dor.
But what is that? for yet he never told me.

Mir.
I know no more than you: but I have heard
My Father say we Women were made for him.

Dor.
What, that he should eat us Sister?

Mir.
No sure, you see my Father is a man, and yet
He does us good. I would he were not old.

Dor.
Methinks indeed it would be finer, if we two
Had two young Fathers.

Mir.
No Sister, no, if they were young, my Father
Said that we must call them Brothers.

Dor.

But pray how does it come that we two are not Brothers then, and have not Beards like him?

Mir.

Now I confess you pose me.

Dor.

How did he come to be our Father too?

Mir.

I think he found us when we both were little, and grew within the ground.

Dor.

Why could he not find more of us? pray sister let you and I look up and down one day, to find some little ones for us to play with.

Mir.
Agreed; but now we must go in. This is the hour
Wherein my Father's Charm will work,
Which seizes all who are in open Air:

Th' effect of his great Art I long to see,
Which will perform as much as Magick can.

Dor.
And I, methinks, more long to see a Man. ACT II. Enter Alonzo, Antonio, Gonzalo, Attendants.

Gonz.

Beseech your Grace be merry; you have cause, so have we all, of joy for our strange scape: then wisely, good Sir, weigh our sorrow with our comfort.

Alonz.

Prithee peace! you cram these words into my Ears against my stomack, how can I rejoyce, when my dear Son, perhaps this very moment, is made a meal to some strange Fish?

Ant.
Sir, he may live,

I saw him beat the billows under him, and ride upon their backs; he trod the Water, whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted the most swoln surge that met him, his bold head 'bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd himself with his strong arms to shore, I do not doubt he came alive to land.

Alonz.

No, no, he's gone, and you and I, Antonio, were those who caus'd his death.

Ant.

How could we help it?

Alonz.

Then, then, we should have helpt it, when thou betrayedst thy Brother Prospero, and Mantua's Infant, Sovereign to my power: And when I, too ambitious, took by force anothers right; then lost we Ferdinand, then forfeited our Navy to this Tempest.

Ant.
Indeed we first broke truce with Heav'n;
You to the waves an Infant Prince expos'd,
And on the waves have lost an only Son;
I did usurp my Brother's fertile lands, and now
Am cast upon this desert Isle.

Gonz.
These, Sir, 'tis true, were crimes of a black Dye,
But both of you have made amends to Heav'n,

By your late Voyage into Portugal,
Where, in defence of Christianity,
Your valour has repuls'd the Moors of Spain.

Alonz.
O name it not, Gonzalo.
No act but penitence can expiate guilt,
Must we teach Heaven what price to set on Murthers?
What rate on lawless power, and wild ambition?
Or dare we traffick with the Powers above,
And sell by weight a good deed for a bad? [Musick within.

Gonz.

Musick! and in the air! sure we are shipwrackt on the Dominions of some merry Devil.

Ant.
This Isle's inchanted ground, for I have heard
Swift voices flying by my Ear, and groans
Of lamenting Ghosts.

Alonz.

I pull'd a Tree, and Blood pursu'd my hand; O Heaven! deliver me from this dire dare place, and all the after actions of my life shall mark my penitence and my bounty.

1 D.
Where does proud Ambition dwell?

2.
In the lowest Rooms of Hell.

1.
Of the damn'd who leads the Host?

2.
He who did oppress the most.

1.
Who such Troops of damned brings?

2.
Most are led by fighting Kings.
Kings who did Crowns unjustly get,
Here on burning Thrones are set.

Chor.
Kings who did Crowns, &c.

Ant.
Do you hear, Sir, how they lay our Crimes before us?

Gonz.
Do evil Spirits imitate the good,
In shewing men their sins?

Alonz.
But in a different way,
Those warn from doing, these unbraid 'em done.

1.
Who are the Pillars of Ambitions Court?

2.
Grim Deaths and Scarlet Murthers it support.

1.
What lyes beneath her feet?

2.
Her footsteps tread,
On Orphans tender breasts, and Brothers dead.

1.
Can Heaven permit such Crimes should be
Rewarded with felicity?

2.
Oh no! uneasily their Crowns they wear,
And their own guilt amidst their Guards they fear.
Cares when they wake their minds unquiet keep,
And we in visions lord it o're their sleep.

Cho.
Oh no! uneasily their Crowns, &c.

Alonz.
See where they come in horrid shapes! Enter the two that sung, in the shape of Devils, placing themselves at two corners of the Stage.

Ant.
Sure Hell is open'd to devour us quick.

1. D.
Say Brother, shall we bear these mortals hence?

2.
First let us shew the shapes of their offence.

1.
We'll muster then their crimes on either side:
Appear! appear! their first begotten, Pride. [Enter Pride.

Pride.
Lo! I am here, who led their hearts astray,
And to Ambition did their minds betray. [Enter Fraud.

Fraud.
And guileful Fraud does next appear,
Their wandring steps who led,
When they from virtue fled,
And in my crooked paths their course did steer. [Enter Rapine.

Rap.
From Fraud to Force they soon arrive,
Where Rapine did their actions drive. [Enter Murther.

Murd.
There long they cannot stay,
Down the deep precipice they run,
And to secure what they have done,
To murder bend their way.
After which they fall into a round encompassing the Duke, &c. Singing.
Around, around, we pace
About this cursed place,
Whilst thus we compass in
These mortals and their sin. Dance. [All the spirits vanish.

Ant.
Heav'n has heard me! they are vanish'd.

Alonz.
But they have left me all unman'd;
I feel my sinews slacken'd with the fright,
And a cold sweat trills down o're all my limbs,
As if I were dissolving into Water.
O Prospero! my crimes 'gainst thee sit heavy on my heart.

Ant.
And mine, 'gainst him and young Hippolito.

Gonz.
Heav'n have mercy on the penitent!

Alonz.
Lead from this cursed ground;
The Seas, in all their rage, are not so dreadful.
This is the Region of despair and death.

Gonz.
Shall we not seek some food?

Alonz.
Beware all fruit but what the birds have peid,
The shadows of the Trees are poisonous too;
A secret venom slides from every branch.
My conscience doth distract me, O my Son!
Why do I speak of eating or repose,
Before I know thy fortune? [Exeunt. Enter Ferdinand, and Ariel, invisible, playing and singing.
Ariel's Song.

  Come unto these yellow sands
    And then take hands.
  Curtsy'd when you have and kiss'd,
    The wild waves whist.
Foot it featly here and there, and sweet sprights bear
      the Burthen. [Burthen dispersedly
Hark! hark! Bow-waugh; the watch-dogs bark,
      Bow-waugh.

Ariel.
Hark! hark! I hear the strain of strutting Chanticleer
      Cry Cock a doodle do.

Ferd.
Where should this Musick be? i'th' Air, orth' Earth?
It sounds no more, and sure it waits upon some God
O'th' Island, sitting on a bank weeping against the Duke
My Father's wrack. This musick hover'd o're me

On the waters, allaying both their fury and my passion
With charming Airs; thence I have follow'd it (or it
Hath drawn me rather) but 'tis gone;
No, it begins again.
Ariel. Song.
Full Fathoms five thy Father lyes,
  Of his bones is Coral made:
Those are Pearls that were his eyes,
  Nothing of him that does fade,
But does suffer a Sea-change
Into something rich and strange:
Sea-Nymphs hourly ring his,
Heark now I hear'em, Ding dong Bell. [Burthen, Ding dong.

Ferd.
The mournful Ditty mentions my drown'd Father,
This is no mortal business, nor a sound which the
Earth owns: I hear it now before me,
However I will on and follow it. [Ex. Ferd. and Ariel. Enter Stephano, Mustacho, Ventoso.

Vent.

The Runlet of Brandy was a loving Runlet, and floated after us out of pure pity.

Must.
This kind Bottle, like an old acquaintance, swam after it.
And this Scollop-shell is all our Plate now.

Vent.
'Tis well we have found something since we landed.
I prethee fill a soop, and let it go round.
Where hast thou laid the Runlet?

Must.
I'th' hollow of an old Tree.

Vent.
Fill apace,
We cannot live long in this barren Island, and we may
Take a soop before death, as well as others drink
At our Funerals.

Must.

This is prize-Brandy, we steal Custom, and it costs nothing. Let's have two rounds more.

Vent.

Master, what have you sav'd?

Steph.

Just nothing but my self.

Vent.

This works comfortably on a cold stomach.

Steph.

Fill's another round.

Vent.

Look! Mustacho weeps. Hang losses as long as we have Brandy left. Prithee leave weeping.

Steph.

He sheds his Brandy out of his eyes: he shall drink no more.

Must.

This will be a doleful day with old Bess. She gave me a gilt Nutmeg at parting. That's lost too. But as you say, hang losses. Prithee fill agen.

Vent.
Beshrew thy heart for putting me in mind of thy Wife,
I had not thought of mine else, Nature will shew it self,
I must melt. I prithee fill agen, my Wife's a good old jade,
And has but one eye left: but she'll weep out that too,
When she hears that I am dead.

Steph.

Would you were both hang'd for putting in thought of mine. But well, If I return not in seven years to my own Country, she may marry agen: and 'tis from this Island thither at least seven years swimming.

Must.

O at least, having no help of Boat nor Bladders.

Steph.

Whoe're she marries, poor soul, she'll weep a nights when she thinks of Stephano.

Vent.

But Master, sorrow is dry! there's for you agen.

Steph.

A Mariner had e'en as good be as Fish as a Man, but for the comfort we get ashore: O for any old dry Wench now I am wet.

Must.

Poor heart! that would soon make you dry agen: but all is barren in this Isle: here we may lye at Hull till the Wind blow Nore and by South, e're we can cry a Sail, a Sail at sight of a white Apron. And therefore here's another soop to comfort us.

Vent.

This Isle's our own, that's our comfort, for the Duke, the Prince, and all their train are perished.

Must.

Our Ship is sunk, and we can never get home agen: we must e'en turn Salvages, and the next that catches his fellow may eat him.

Vent.

No, no, let us have a Government; for if we live well and orderly, Heav'n will drive the Shipwracks ashore to make us all rich, therefore let us carry good Consciences, and not eat one another.

Steph.

Whoever eats any of my subjects, I'le break out his Teeth with my Scepter: for I was Master at Sea, and will be Duke on Land: you Mustacho have been my Mate, and shall be my Vice-Roy.

Vent.

When you are Duke you may chuse your Vice-Roy; but I am a free Subject in a new Plantation, and will have no Duke without my voice. And so fill me the other soop.

Steph. whispering.

Ventoso, dost thou hear, I will advance thee, prithee give me thy voice.

Vent.

I'le have no whisperings to corrupt the Election; and to show that I have no private ends, I declare aloud that I will be Vice-Roy, or I'le keep my voice for my self.

Must.

Stephano, hear me, I will speak for the people, because there are few, or rather none in the Isle to speak for themselves. Know then, that to prevent the farther shedding of Christian blood, we are all content Ventoso shall be Vice-Roy, upon condition I may be Vice-Roy over him. Speak good people, are you well agreed? what, no man answer? well, you may take their silence for consent.

Vent.

You speak for the people, Mustacho? I'le speak for 'em, and declare generally with one voice, one word and all; that there shall be no Vice-Roy but the Duke, unless I be he.

Must.

You declare for the people, who never saw your face! Cold Iron shall decide it.

Steph.

Hold, loving Subjects: we will have no Civil war during our Reign: I do hereby appoint you both to be my Vice-Roys over the whole Island.

Both.

Agreed! agreed!

Vent.
How! Trincalo our brave Bosen!

Must.
He reels: can he be drunk with Sea-water?

Trinc.

sings.
I shall no more to Sea, to Sea,
  Here I shall dye ashore.
This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man's funeral,
But here's my comfort. [Drinks.

Sings.
The Master, the Swabber, the Gunner, and I,
  The Surgeon, and his Mate,
Lov'd Mall, Meg, and Marrian, and Margery,
  But none of us car'd for Kate.

For she had a tongue with a tang,
Wou'd cry to a Saylor, go hang:
She lov'd not the savour of Tar nor of Pitch,
Yet a Taylor might scratch her where e're she did itch.
This is a scurvy Tune too, but here's my comfort agen. [Drinks.

Steph.
We have got another subject now; welcome,
Welcome into our Dominions!

Trinc.
What Subject, or what Dominions? here's old Sack
Boys: the King of good fellows can be no subject.
I will be Old Simon the King.

Must.
Hah, old Boy! how didst thou scape?

Trinc.
Upon a Butt of Sack, Boys, which the Saylors
Threw overboard: but are you alive, hoa! for I will
Tipple with no Ghosts till I'm dead: thy hand Mustacho,
And thine Ventoso; the storm has done its worst:
Stephano alive too! give thy Bosen thy hand, Master.

Vent.

You must kiss it then, for, I must tell you, we have chosen him Duke in a full Assembly.

Trinc.

A Duke! where? what's he Duke of?

Must.
Of this Island, man. Oh Trincalo we are all made, the
Island's empty; all's our own, Boy; and we will speak to his
Grace for thee, that thou may'st be as great as we are.

Trinc.

You great? what the Devil are you?

Vent.

We two are Vice-Roys over all the Island; and when we are weary of Governing thou shalt succeed us.

Trinc.

Do you hear, Ventoso, I will succeed you in both your places before you enter into 'em.

Steph.

Trincalo, sleep and be sober; and make no more uproars in my Country.

Trinc.

Why, what are you, Sir, what are you?

Steph.

What I am, I am by free election, and you Trincalo are not your self; but we pardon your first fault,

Trinc.

Umph, were matters carried so swimmingly against me, whilst I was swimming, and saving my self for the good of the people of this Island.

Must.

Art thou mad Trincalo, wilt thou disturb a settled Government?

Trinc.

I say this Island shall be under Trincalo, or it shall be a Common-wealth; and so my Bottle is my Buckler, and so I draw my Sword.

Vent.
Ah Trincalo, I thought thou hadst had more grace,
Than to rebel against thy old Master,
And thy two lawful Vice-Roys.

Must.
Wilt not thou take advice of two that stand
For old Counsellors here, where thou art a meer stranger
To the Laws of the Country.

Trinc.
I'll have no Laws.

Vent.
Then Civil-War begins. [Vent. Must. draw.

Steph.
Hold, hold, I'le have no blood shed,
My Subjects are but few: let him make a rebellion
By himself; and a Rebel, I Duke Stephano declare him:
Vice-Roys, come away.

Trinc.

And Duke Trincalo declares, that he will make open war wherever he meets thee or thy Vice-Roys.

Trinc.

Hah! who have we here?

Calib.

All the infections that the Sun sucks up from Fogs, Fens, Flats, on Prospero fall; and make him by inch-meal a Disease: his spirits hear me, and yet I needs must curse, but they'l not pinch, fright me with Urchin shows, pitch me i'th' mire, nor lead me in the dark out of my way, unless he bid 'em: but for every trifle he sets them on me; sometimes like Baboons they mow and chatter at me, and often bite me; like Hedge-hogs then they mount their prickles at me, tumbling before me in my barefoot way. Sometimes I am all wound about with Adders, who with their cloven tongues hiss me to madness. Hah! yonder stands one of his spirits sent to torment me.

Trinc.
What have we here, a man, or a fish?
This is some Monster of the Isle, were I in England,
As once I was, and had him painted;

Not a Holy-day fool there but would give me
Six-pence for the sight of him; well, if I could make
Him tame, he were a present for an Emperour.
Come hither pretty Monster, I'le do thee no harm.
Come hither!

Calib.
Torment me not;
I'le bring thee Wood home faster.

Trinc.
He talks none of the wisest, but I'le give him
A dram o'th' Bottle, that will clear his understanding.
Come on your ways Master Monster, open your mouth.
How now, you perverse Moon-calf! what,
I think you cannot tell who is your friend!
Open your chops, I say. [Pours Wine down his throat.

Calib.
This is a brave God, and bears cœlestial Liquor,
I'le kneel to him.

Trinc.

He is a very hopeful Monster; Monster what say'st thou, art thou content to turn civil and sober, as I am? for then thou shalt be my subject.

Calib.

I'le swear upon that Bottle to be true; for the liquor is not Earthly: did'st thou not drop from Heaven?

Trinc.

Only out of the Moon, I was the man in her when time was. By this light, a very shallow Monster.

Calib.

I'le shew thee every fertile inch i'th' Isle, and kiss thy foot: I prithee be my God, and let me drink.

Trinc.
Well drawn, Monster, in good faith.

Calib.
I'le shew thee the best Springs, I'le pluck thee Berries,
I'le fish for thee, and get thee wood enough:
A curse upon the Tyrant whom I serve, I'le bear him
No more sticks, but follow thee.

Trinc.
The poor Monster is loving in his drink.

Calib.
I prithee let me bring thee where Crabs grow,
And I with my long Nails, will dig thee Pig-nuts,
Shew thee a Jay's Nest, and instruct thee how to snare
The Marmazet; I'le bring thee to cluster'd Filberds;
Wilt thou go with me?

Trinc.
This Monster comes of a good natur'd race;
Is there no more of thy kin in this Island?

Calib.
Divine, here is but one besides my self;
My lovely Sister, beautiful and bright as the full Moon.

Trinc.
Where is she?

Calib.
I left her clambring up a hollow Oak,
And plucking thence the dropping Honey-Combs.
Say my King, shall I call her to thee?

Trinc.
She shall swear upon the Bottle too.
If she proves handsom she is mine: here Monster,
Drink agen for thy good news; thou shalt speak
A good word for me. [Gives him the Bottle.

Calib. Sings.
Farewel, old Master, farewel, farewel.
No more Dams I'le make for Fish,
Nor fetch in firing at requiring,
Nor scrape Trencher, nor wash Dish,
Ban, Ban, Cackaliban
Has a new Master, get a new man.
Heigh-day, Freedom, freedom!

Trinc.
Here's two subjects got already, the Monster,
And his Sister: well, Duke Stephano, I say, and say agen,
Wars will ensue, and so I drink. [Drinks.
From this worshipful Monster, and Mistress,
Monster his Sister,
I'le lay claim to this Island by Alliance:
Monster, I say thy Sister shall be my Spouse:
Come away Brother Monster, I'le lead thee to my Butt
And drink her health. [Exeunt. Enter Prospero alone.

Prosp.
'Tis not yet fit to let my Daughters know I kept
The infant Duke of Mantua so near them in this Isle,
Whose Father dying bequeath'd him to my care,
Till my false Brother (when he design'd t'usurp
My Dukedom from me) expos'd him to that fate
He meant for me. By calculation of his birth
I saw death threat'ning him, if, till some time were
Past, he should behold the face of any Woman:
And now the danger's nigh: Hippolito! [Enter Hippolito.

Hip.
Sir, I attend your pleasure.

Prosp.
How I have lov'd thee from thy infancy,
Heav'n knows, and thou thy self canst bear me witness,
Therefore accuse not me for thy restraint.

Hip.
Since I knew life, you've kept me in a Rock,
And you this day have hurry'd me from thence,
Only to change my Prison, not to free me.
I murmur not, but I may wonder at it.

Prosp.
O gentle Youth, Fate waits for thee abroad,
A black Star threatens thee, and death unseen
Stands ready to devour thee.

Hip.
You taught me not to fear him in any of his shapes:
Let me meet death rather than be a Prisoner.

Prosp.
'Tis pity he should seize thy tender youth.

Hip.
Sir, I have often heard you say, no creature liv'd
Within this Isle, but those which Man was Lord of,
Why then should I fear?

Prosp.
But here are creatures which I nam'd not to thee,
Who share man's soveraignty by Nature's Laws,
And oft depose him from it.

Hip.
What are those Creatures, Sir?

Prosp.
Those dangerous enemies of men call'd women.

Hip.
Women! I never heard of them before.
But have I Enemies within this Isle, and do you
Keep me from them? do you think that I want
Courage to encounter 'em?

Prosp.
No courage can resist 'em.

Hip.
How then have you, Sir,
Liv'd so long unharm'd among them?

Prosp.
O they despise old age, and spare it for that reason:
It is below their conquest, their fury falls
Alone upon the young.

Hip.
Why then the fury of the young should fall on them again.
Pray turn me loose upon 'em: but, good Sir,
What are women like?

Prosp.
Imagine something between young men and Angels:
Fatally beauteous, and have killing Eyes,
Their voices charm beyond the Nightingales,

They are all enchantment, those who once behold 'em,
Are made their slaves for ever.

Hip.
Then I will wink and fight with 'em.

Prosp.
'Tis but in vain, for when your eyes are shut,
They through the lids will shine, and pierce your soul;
Absent, they will be present to you.
They'l haunt you in your very sleep.

Hip.
Then I'le revenge it on 'em when I wake.

Prosp.
You are without all possibility of revenge,
They are so beautiful that you can ne're attempt,
Nor wish to hurt them.

Hip.
Are they so beautiful?

Prosp.
Calm sleep is not so soft, nor Winter Suns,
Nor Summer Shades so pleasant.

Hip.
Can they be fairer than the Plumes of Swans?
Or more delightful than the Peacocks Feathers?
Or than the gloss upon the necks of Doves?
Or have more various beauty than the Rain-bow?
These I have seen, and without danger wondred at.

Prosp.
All these are far below 'em. Nature made
Nothing but Woman dangerous and fair:
Therefore if you should chance to see 'em,
Avoid 'em streight, I charge you.

Hip.
Well, since you say they are so dangerous,
I'le so far shun 'em as I may with safety of the
Unblemish'd honour which you taught me.
But let 'em not provoke me, for I'm sure I shall
Not then forbear them.

Prosp.
Go in and read the Book I gave you last.
Tomorrow I may bring you better news.

Hip.
I shall obey you, Sir. [Exit Hippolito.

Prosp.
So, so; I hope this lesson has secur'd him,
For I have been constrain'd to change his Lodging
From yonder Rock where first I bred him up,
And here have brought him home to my own Cell,
Because the Shipwrack happen'd near his Mansion.
I hope he will not stir beyond his limits,
For hither he hath been all obedience;

The Planets seem to smile on my designs,
And yet there is one sullen cloud behind,
I would it were disperst. [Enter Miranda and Dorinda.
How, my daughters! I thought I had instructed
Them enough: Children! retire;
Why do you walk this way?

Mir.
It is within our bounds, Sir.

Prosp.
But both take heed, that path is very dangerous.
Remember what I told you.

Dor.
Is the man that way, Sir?

Prosp.
All that you can imagine is ill there,
The curled Lyon, and the rugged Bear
Are not so dreadful as that man.

Mir.
Oh me, why stay we here then?

Dor.
I'le keep far enough from his Den, I warrant him.

Mir.
But you have told me, Sir, you are a man;
And yet you are not dreadful.

Prosp.
I child! but I am a tame man; old men are tame
By Nature, but all the danger lies in a wild
Young man.

Dor.
Do they run wild about the Woods?

Prosp.
No, they are wild within Doors, in Chambers,
And in Closets.

Dor.
But Father, I would stroak 'em and make 'em gentle,
Then sure they would not hurt me.

Prosp.
You must not trust them, Child: no woman can come
Neer 'em but she feels a painfull nine Months:
Well I must in; for new affairs require my
Presence: be you, Miranda, your Sister's Guardian. [Exit Prospero.

Dor.
Come, Sister, shall we walk the other way,
The man will catch us else, we have but two legs,
And he perhaps has four.

Mir.
Well, Sister, though he have; yet look about you
And we shall spy him e're he comes too near us.

Dor.
Come back, that way is towards his Den.

Mir.
Let me alone; I'le venture first, for sure he can
Devour but one of us at once.

Dor.
How dare you venture?

Mir.
We'll find him sitting like a Hare in's Form,
And he shall not see us.

Dor.
I, but you know my Father charg'd us both.

Mir.
But who shall tell him on't? we'll keep each
Others Counsel.

Dor.
I dare not for the world.

Mir.
But how shall we hereafter shun him, if we do not
Know him first?

Dor.

Nay I confess I would fain see him too. I find it in my Nature, because my Father has forbidden me.

Mir.

I, there's it, Sister, if he had said nothing I had been quiet. Go softly, and if you see him first, be quick and becken me away.

Dor.
Well, if he does catch me, I'le humble my self to him,
And ask him pardon, as I do my Father,
When I have done a fault.

Mir.

And if I can but scape with life, I had rather be in pain nine Months, as my Father threatn'd, than lose my longing.

Hip.
Prospero has often said that Nature makes
Nothing in vain: why then are women made?
Are they to suck the poyson of the Earth,
As gaudy colour'd Serpents are? I'le ask that
Question, when next I see him here. Enter Miranda and Dorinda peeping.

Dor.
O Sister, there it is, it walks about like one of us.

Mir.
I, just so, and has legs as we have too.

Hip.
It strangely puzzles me: yet 'tis most likely
Women are somewhat between men and spirits.

Dor.
Heark! it talks, sure this is not it my Father meant,
For this is just like one of us: methinks I am not half
So much afraid on't as I was; see, now it turns this way.

Mir.
Heaven! what a goodly thing it is?

Dor.
I'le go nearer it.

Mir.
O no, 'tis dangerous, Sister! I'le go to it.

I would not for the world that you should venture.
My Father charg'd me to secure you from it.

Dor.
I warrant you this is a tame man, dear Sister,
He'll not hurt me, I see it by his looks.

Mir.
Indeed he will! but go back, and he shall eat me first:
Fye, are you not asham'd to be so much inquisitive?

Dor.
You chide me for't, and wou'd give yourself.

Mir.
Come back, or I will tell my Father.
Observe how he begins to stare already.
I'le meet the danger first, and then call you.

Dor.
Nay, Sister, you shall never vanquish me in kindness.
I'le venture you, no more than you will me.

Prosp. within.
Miranda, Child, where are you!

Mir.
Do you not hear my Father call? go in.

Dor.
'Twas you he nam'd, not me; I will but say my Prayers,
And follow you immediately.

Mir.
Well, Sister, you'l repent it. [Exit Miranda.

Dor.
Though I dye for't, I must have th'other peep.

Hip. seeing her.

What thing is that? sure 'tis some Infant of the Sun, dress'd in his Fathers gayest Beams, and comes to play with Birds: my sight is dazl'd, and yet I find I'm loth to shut my Eyes.

Dor.
Alas I know not; but I'm told I am a Woman;
Do not hurt me, pray, fair thing.

Hip.

I'd sooner tear my eyes out, than consent to do you any harm; though I was told a Woman was my Enemy.

Dor.

I never knew what 'twas to be an Enemy, nor can I e're prove so to that which looks like you: for though I have been charg'd by him (whom yet I never disobey'd) to shun your presence, yet I'd rather dye than lose it; therefore I hope you will not have the heart to hurt me: though I fear you are a man, that dangerous thing of which I have been warn'd; pray tell me what you are?

Hip.
I must confess, I was inform'd I am a man,

But if I fright you, I shall wish I were some other Creature.
I was bid to fear you too.

Dor.
Ay me! Heav'n grant we be not poyson to each other!
Alas, can we not meet but we must die?

Hip.
I hope not so! for when two poysonous Creatures,
Both of the same kind, meet, yet neither dies.
I've seen two Serpents harmless to each other,
Though they have twin'd into a mutual Knot:
If we have any venome in us, sure, we cannot be more
Poysonous, when we meet, than Serpents are.
You have a hand like mine, may I not gently touch it? [Takes her hand.

Dor.
I've touch'd my Father's and my Sister's hands
And felt no pain; but now, alas! there's something,
When I touch yours, which makes me sigh: just so
I've seen two Turtles mourning when they met;
Yet mine's a pleasing grief; and so methought was theirs;
For still they mourn'd, and still they seem'd to murmur too,
And yet they often met.

Hip.
Oh Heavens! I have the same sense too: your hand
Methinks goes through me; I feel at my heart,
And find it pleases, though it pains me.

Prosp. within.
Dorinda!

Dor.
My Father calls agen, ah, I must leave you.

Hip.
Alas, I'm subject to the same command.

Dor.
This is my first offence against my Father,
Which he, by severing us, too cruelly does punish.

Hip.
And this is my first trespass too: but he hath more
Offended truth than we have him:
He said our meeting would destructive be,
But I no death but in our parting see. [Exeunt several ways.

ACT III. Enter Prospero and Miranda.

Prosp.

Excuse it not, Miranda, for to you (the elder, and, I thought the more discreet) I gave the conduct of your Sister's actions.

Mir.

Sir, when you call'd me thence, I did not fail to mind her of her duty to depart.

Prosp.

How can I think you did remember hers, when you forgot your own? did you not see the man whom I commanded you to shun?

Mir.
I must confess I saw him at a distance.

Prosp.
Did not his Eyes infect and poyson you?
What alteration found you in your self?

Mir.
I only wondred at a sight so new.

Prosp.
But have you no desire once more to see him?
Come, tell me truly what you think of him?

Mir.

As of the gayest thing I ever saw, so fine that it appear'd more fit to be belov'd than fear'd, and seem'd so near my kind, that I did think I might have call'd it Sister.

Prosp.

You do not love it?

Mir.

How is it likely that I should, except the thing had first lov'd me?

Prosp.
Cherish those thoughts: you have a gen'rous soul;
And since I see your mind not apt to take the light
Impressions of a sudden love, I will unfold
A secret to your knowledge.
That Creature which you saw, is of a kind which
Nature made a prop and guide to yours.

Mir.

Why did you then propose him as an object of terrour to my mind? you never us'd to teach me any thing but God-like truths, and what you said I did believe as sacred.

Prosp.
I fear'd the pleasing form of this young man
Might unawares possess your tender breast,

Which for a nobler Guest I had design'd;
For shortly, my Miranda, you shall see another of his kind,
The full blown-flower, of which this youth was but the
Op'ning-bud. Go in, and send your sister to me.

Mir.
Heav'n still preserve you, Sir. [Ex. Miranda.

Prosp.
And make thee fortunate.
Dorinda now must be examin'd too concerning this
Late interview. I'm sure unartful truth lies open
In her mind, as Crystal streams their sandy bottom show.
I must take care her love grow not too fast,
For innocence is Love's most fertile soil,
Wherein he soon shoots up and widely spreads,
Nor is that danger which attends Hippolito yet overpast. [Enter Dorinda.

Prosp.
O, come hither, you have seen a man to day,
Against my strict command.

Dor.
Who I? indeed I saw him but a little, Sir.

Prosp.
Come, come, be clear. Your Sister told me all.

Dor.
Did she? truly she would have seen him more than I,
But that I would not let her.

Prosp.
Why so?

Dor.
Because, methought, he would have hurt me less
Than he would her. But if I knew you'd not be angry
With him, I could tell you, Sir, that he was much to blame.

Prosp.
Hah! was he to blame?

Tell me, with that sincerity I taught you, how you became so bold to see the man?

Dor.

I hope you will forgive me, Sir, because I did not see him much till he saw me. Sir, he would needs come in my way, and star'd, and star'd upon my face; and so I thought I would be reveng'd of him, and therefore I gaz'd on him as long; but if I e're come neer a man again—

Prosp.

I told you he was dangerous; but you would not be warn'd.

Dor.

Pray be not angry, Sir, if I tell you, you are mistaken in him; for he did me no great hurt.

Prosp.
But he may do you more harm hereafter.

Dor.
No, Sir, I'm as well as e're I was in all my life,
But that I cannot eat nor drink for thought of him.
That dangerous man runs ever in my mind.

Prosp.
The way to cure you, is no more to see him.

Dor.
Nay pray, Sir, say not so, I promis'd him
To see him once agen; and you know, Sir,
You charg'd me I should never break my promise.

Prosp.
Wou'd you see him who did you so much mischief?

Dor.
I warrant you I did him as much harm as he did me,
For when I left him, Sir, he sigh'd so as it griev'd
My heart to hear him.

Prosp.
Those sighs were poysonous, they infected you:
You say they griev'd you to the heart.

Dor.
'Tis true; but yet his looks and words were gentle.

Prosp.
These are the Day-dreams of a maid in love,
But still I fear the worst.

Dor.
O fear not him, Sir,
I know he will not hurt you for my sake;
I'le undertake to tye him to a hair,
And lead him hither as my Pris'ner to you.

Prosp.
Take heed, Dorinda, you may be deceiv'd;
This Creature is of such a Salvage race,
That no mild usage can reclaim his wildness;
But, like a Lyon's whelp bred up by hand,
When least you look for't, Nature will present
The Image of his Fathers bloody Paws,
Wherewith he purvey'd for his couching Queen;
And he will leap into his native fury.

Dor.
He cannot change from what I left him, Sir.

Prosp.
You speak of him with too much passion; tell me
(And on your duty tell me true, Dorinda)
What past betwixt you and that horrid creature?

Dor.

How, horrid, Sir? if any else but you should call it so, indeed I should be angry.

Prosp.

Go too! you are a foolish Girl; but answer to what I ask, what thought you when you saw it?

Dor.
At first it star'd upon me and seem'd wild,
And then I trembled, yet it look'd so lovely, that when

I would have fled away, my feet seem'd fasten'd to the ground,
Then it drew near, and with amazement askt
To touch my hand; which, as a ransom for my life,
I gave: but when he had it, with a furious gripe
He put it to his mouth so eagerly, I was afraid he
Would have swallow'd it.

Prosp.
Well, what was his behaviour afterwards?

Dor.
He on a sudden grew so tame and gentle,
That he became more kind to me than you are;
Then, Sir, I grew I know not how, and touching his hand
Agen, my heart did beat so strong as I lackt breath
To answer what he ask'd.

Prosp.
You have been too fond, and I should chide you for it.

Dor.
Then send me to that creature to be punisht.

Prosp.
Poor Child! thy passion like a lazy Ague
Has seiz'd thy blood, instead of striving thou humour'st
And feed'st thy languishing disease: thou fight'st
The Battels of thy Enemy, and 'tis one part of what
I threatn'd thee, not to perceive thy danger.

Dor.
Danger, Sir?
If he would hurt me, yet he knows not how:
He hath no Claws, nor Teeth, nor Horns to hurt me,
But looks about him like a Callow-bird
Just straggl'd from the Nest: pray trust me, Sir,
To go to him agen.

Prosp.
Since you will venture,
I charge you bear your self reserv'dly to him,
Let him not dare to touch your naked hand,
But keep at distance from him.

Dor.
This is hard.

Prosp.
It is the way to make him love you more;
He will despise you if you grow too kind.

Dor.
I'le struggle with my heart to follow this,
But if I lose him by it, will you promise
To bring him back agen?

Prosp.
Fear not, Dorinda;
But use him ill and he'l be yours for ever.

Dor.
I hope you have not couzen'd me agen. [Exit Dorinda.

Prosp.
Now my designs are gathering to a head.
My spirits are obedient to my charms.
What, Ariel! my servant Ariel, where art thou? [Enter Ariel.

Ariel.
What wou'd my potent Master? here I am.

Prosp.
Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service
Did worthily perform, and I must use you in such another
Work: how goes the day?

Ariel.

On the fourth, my Lord, and on the sixth you said our work should cease.

Prosp.
And so it shall;
And thou shalt have the open air at freedom.

Ariel.
Thanks my great Lord.

Prosp.
But tell me first, my spirit,
How fares the Duke, my Brother, and their followers?

Ariel.
Confin'd together, as you gave me order,
In the Lime-Grove which weather-fends your Cell;
Within that Circuit up and down they wander,
But cannot stir one step beyond their compass.

Prosp.
How do they bear their sorrows?

Ariel.
The two Dukes appear like men distracted, their
Attendants brim-full of sorrow mourning over 'em;
But chiefly, he you term'd the good Gonzalo:
His tears run down his Beard, like Winter-drops
From Eaves of Reeds, your Vision did so work 'em,
That if you now beheld 'em, your affections
Would become tender.

Prosp.
Dost thou think so, Spirit?

Ariel.
Mine would, Sir, were I humane.

Prosp.
And mine shall:
Hast thou, who art but air, a touch, a feeling of their
Afflictions, and shall not I (a man like them, one
Who as sharply relish passions as they) be kindlier
Mov'd than thou art? though they have pierc'd
Me to the quick with injuries, yet with my nobler
Reason 'gainst my fury I will take part;
The rarer action is in virtue than in vengeance.
Go, my Ariel, refresh with needful food their

Famish'd bodies. With shows and cheerful
Musick comfort 'em.

Ariel.
Presently, Master.

Prosp.
With a twinckle, Ariel.

Ariel.
Before you can say come and go,
And breath twice, and cry so; so,
Each spirit tripping on his toe,
Shall bring 'em meat with mop and moe,
Do you love me, Master, I, or no?

Prosp.
Dearly, my dainty Ariel, but stay, spirit;
What is become of my Slave Caliban,
And Sycorax his Sister?

Ariel.
Potent Sir!
They have cast off your service, and revolted
To the wrack'd Mariners, who have already
Parcell'd your Island into Governments.

Prosp.
No matter, I have now no need of 'em;
But, spirit, now I stay thee on the Wing;
Haste to perform what I have given in charge:
But see they keep within the bounds I set 'em.

Ariel.
I'le keep 'em in with Walls of Adamant,
Invisible as air to mortal Eyes,
But yet unpassable.

Prosp.
Make hast then. [Exeunt severally. Enter Alonzo, Antonio, Gonzalo.

Gonz.
I am weary, and can go no further, Sir,
My old Bones ake, here's a Maze trod indeed
Through forth-rights and Meanders, by your patience
I needs must rest.

Alonz.
Old Lord, I cannot blame thee, who am my self seiz'd
With a weariness to the dulling of my Spirits:
Sit and rest. [They sit.
Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it no longer
For my Flatterers: he is drown'd whom thus we
Stray to find, and the Sea mocks our frustrate
Search on Land: well! let him go.

Ant.
Do not for one repulse forego the purpose
Which you resolv'd t'effect.

Alonz.
I'm faint with hunger, and must despair
Of food, Heav'n hath incens'd the Seas and
Shores against us for our crimes. [Musick.
What! Harmony agen, my good friends, heark!

Anto.
I fear some other horrid apparition.
Give us kind Keepers, Heaven I beseech thee!

Gonz.
'Tis chearful Musick, this, unlike the first;
And seems as 'twere meant t'unbend our cares,
And calm your troubled thoughts.
Ariel invisible Sings.
Dry those eyes which are o'reflowing,
All your storms are over-blowing:
While you in this Isle are bideing,
You shall feast without providing:
Every dainty you can think of,
Ev'ry Wine which you would drink of,
Shall be yours; all want shall shun you,
Ceres blessing so is on you.

Alonz.
This voice speaks comfort to us.

Ant.
Wou'd 'twere come; there is no Musick in a Song
To me, my stomack being empty.

Gonz.
O for a heavenly Vision of Boyl'd,
Bak'd, and Roasted! Enter eight fat Spirits, with Cornu-Copia in their hands.

Alonz.
Are these plump shapes sent to deride our hunger?

Gonz.
No, no: it is a Masque of fatten'd Devils, the
Burgo-Masters of the lower Region. [Dance and vanish.
O for a Collop of that large-haunch'd Devil
Who went out last!

Ant. going to the door.
My Lord, the Duke, see yonder.
A Table, as I live, set out and furnisht
With all varieties of Meats and fruits.

Alonz.
'Tis so indeed, but who dares tast this feast,
Which Fiends provide, perhaps, to poyson us?

Gonz.

Why that dare I; if the black Gentleman be so ill-natur'd, he may do his pleasure.

Ant.
'Tis certain we must either eat or famish,
I will encounter it, and feed.

Alonz.
If both resolve, I will adventure too.

Gonz.
Then good my Lord, make haste,
And say no Grace before it, I beseech you,
Because the meat will vanish strait, if, as I fear,
An evil Spirit be our Cook. [Exeunt. Enter Trincalo and Caliban.

Trinc.
Brother Monster, welcome to my private Palace.
But where's thy Sister, is she so brave a Lass?

Calib.

In all this Isle there are but two more, the Daughters of the Tyrant Prospero; and she is bigger than 'em both. O here she comes; now thou may'st judge thy self, my Lord.

Trinc.

She's monstrous fair indeed. Is this to be my Spouse? well she's Heir of all this Isle (for I will geld Monster). The Trincalos, like other wise men, have anciently us'd to marry for Estate more than for beauty.

Sycorax.

I prithee let me have the gay thing about thy neck, and that which dangles at thy wrist.

Trinc.

My dear Blobber-lips; this, observe my Chuck, is a badge of my Sea-Office; my fair Fuss, thou dost not know it.

Syc.

No, my dread Lord.

Trinc.

It shall be a Whistle for our first Babe, and when the next Shipwrack puts me again to swimming, I'le dive to get a Coral to it.

Syc.

I'le be thy pretty child, and wear it first.

Trinc.

I prithee sweet Babby do not play the wanton, and cry for my goods e're I'm dead. When thou art my Widow, thou shalt have the Devil and all.

Syc.

May I not have the other fine thing?

Trinc.

This is a sucking-Bottle for young Trincalo.

Calib.

This is a God a mighty liquor, I did but drink thrice of it, and it hath made me glad e're since.

Syc.
He is the bravest God I ever saw.

Calib.
You must be kind to him, and he will love you.
I prithee speak to her, my Lord, and come neerer her.

Trinc.
By this light, I dare not till I have drank: I must
Fortifie my stomack first.

Syc.
I shall have all his fine things when I'm a Widow. [Pointing to his Bottle, and Bosens Whistle.

Calib.
I, but you must be kind and kiss him then.

Trinc.
My Brother Monster is a rare Pimp.

Syc.
I'le hug thee in my arms, my Brother's God.

Trinc.

Think o'thy soul Trincalo, thou art a dead man if this kindness continue.

Calib.

And he shall get thee a young Sycorax, wilt thou not, my Lord?

Trinc.

Indeed I know not how, they do no such thing in my Country.

Syc.

I'le shew thee how: thou shalt get me twenty Sycoraxes; and I'le get thee twenty Calibans.

Trinc.

Nay, if they are got, she must do't all her self, that's certain.

Syc.

And we will tumble in cool Plashes, and the soft Fens, Where we will make us Pillows of Flags and Bull-rushes.

Calib.

My Lord, she would be loving to thee, and thou wilt not let her.

Trinc.

Ev'ry thing in its season, Brother Monster; but you must counsel her; fair Maids must not be too forward.

Syc.

My Brother's God, I love thee; prithee let me come to thee.

Trinc.

Subject Monster, I charge thee keep the Peace between us.

Calib.

Shall she not taste of that immortal Liquor?

Trinc.

Umph! that's another question: for if she be thus flipant in her Water, what will she be in her Wine?

Ariel.
There's Water for your Wine. [Exit Ariel.

Trinc.
Well! since it must be so. [Gives her the Bottle.
How do you like it now, my Queen that [She drinks.
Must be?

Syc.

Is this your heavenly liquor? I'le bring you to a River of the same.

Trinc.

Wilt thou so, Madam Monster? what a mighty Prince shall I be then? I would not change my Dukedom to be great Turk Trincalo.

Syc.

This is the drink of Frogs.

Trinc.

Nay, if the Frogs of this Island drink such, they are the merryest Frogs in Christendom.

Calib.
She does not know the virtue of this liquor:
I prithee let me drink for her.

Trinc.
Well said, Subject Monster. [Caliban drinks.

Calib.
My Lord, this is meer water.

Trinc.
'Tis thou hast chang'd the Wine then, and drunk it up,
Like a debauch'd Fish as thou art. Let me see't,
I'le taste it my self. Element! meer Element! as I live.
It was a cold gulp such as this which kill'd my famous
Predecessor old Simon the King.

Calib.

How does thy honour? prithee be not angry, and I will lick thy shoe.

Trinc.

I could find in my heart to turn thee out of my Dominions for a liquorish Monster.

Calib.

O my Lord, I have found it out; this must be done by one of Prospero's spirits.

Trinc.

There's nothing but malice in these Devils, I never lov'd 'em from my Childhood. The Devil take 'em, I would it had bin holy-water for their sakes.

Syc.

Will not thy mightiness revenge our wrongs, on this great Sorcerer? I know thou wilt, for thou art valiant.

Trinc.

In my Sack, Madam Monster, as any flesh alive.

Syc.

Then I will cleave to thee.

Trinc.

Lovingly said, in troth: now cannot I hold out against her. This Wife-like virtue of hers, has overcome me.

Syc.
Shall I have thee in my arms?

Trinc.
Thou shalt have Duke Trincalo in thy arms:

But prithee be not too boistrous with me at first;
Do not discourage a young beginner. [They embrace.
Stand to your Arms, my Spouse,
And subject Monster; [Ent. Steph. Must. Vent.
The Enemy is come to surprise us in our Quarters.
You shall know Rebels that I'm marry'd to a Witch,
And we have a thousand Spirits of our party.

Steph.
Hold! I ask a Truce; I and my Vice-Roys
(Finding no food, and but a small remainder of Brandy)
Are come to treat a peace betwixt us,
Which may be for the good of both Armies,
Therefore Trincalo disband.

Trinc.

Plain Trincalo, methinks I might have been a Duke in your mouth, I'le not accept of your Embassy without my title.

Steph.
A title shall break no squares betwixt us:
Vice-Roys, give him his stile of Duke, and treat with him,
Whilst I walk by in state. [Ventoso and Mustacho bow whilst Trincalo puts on his Cap.

Must.
Our Lord and Master, Duke Stephano, has sent us
In the first place to demand of you, upon what
Ground you make war against him, having no right
To Govern here, as being elected only by
Your own voice.

Trinc.
To this I answer, that having in the face of the world
Espous'd the lawful Inheritrix of this Island,
Queen Blouze the first, and having homage done me,
By this hectoring Spark her Brother, from these two
I claim a lawful Title to this Island.

Must.
Who, that Monster? he a Hector?

Calib.
Lo! how he mocks me, wilt thou let him, my Lord?

Vent.
Lord! quoth he: the Monster's a very natural.

Syc.
Lo! lo! agen; bite him to death I prithee.

Trinc.
Vice-Roys keep good tongues in your heads
I advise you, and proceed to your business, for I have
Other affairs to dispatch of more importance betwixt
Queen Slobber-Chops and my self.

Must.

First and foremost, as to your claim that you have answer'd.

Vent.
But second and foremost, we demand of you,
That if we make a peace, the Butt also may be
Comprehended in the Treaty.

Must.
Is the Butt safe, Duke Trincalo?

Trinc.

The Butt is partly safe: but to comprehend it in the Treaty, or indeed to make any Treaty, I cannot with my honour without your submission. These two, and the Spirits under me, stand likewise upon their honours.

Calib.

Keep the liquor for us, my Lord, and let them drink Brine, for I will not show 'em the quick freshes of the Island.

Steph.

I understand, being present, from my Embassadors what your resolution is, and ask an hours time of deliberation, and so I take our leave; but first I desire to be entertain'd at your Butt, as becomes a Prince, and his Embassadors.

Trinc.
That I refuse, till acts of Hostility be ceas'd.
These Rogues are rather Spies than Embassadors;
I must take heed of my Butt. They come to pry
Into the secrets of my Dukedom.

Vent.
Trincalo you are a barbarous Prince, and so farewel. [Exeunt Steph. Must. Vent.

Trinc.

Subject Monster! stand your Sentry before my Cellar; my Queen and I will enter and feast our selves within.

Syc.

May I not marry that other King and his two subjects, to help you anights?

Trinc.
What a careful Spouse have I? well! if she does
Cornute me, the care is taken.
When underneath my power my foes have truckl'd,
To be a Prince, who would not be a Cuckold? [Exeunt. Enter Ferdinand, and Ariel (invisible.)

Ferd.
How far will this invisible Musician conduct
My steps? he hovers still about me, whether
For good or ill I cannot tell, nor care I much;
For I have been so long a slave to chance, that
I'm as weary of her flatteries as her frowns,
But here I am—

Ariel.
Here I am.

Ferd.
Hah! art thou so? the Spirit's turn'd an Eccho:
This might seem pleasant, could the burthen of my
Griefs accord with any thing but sighs.
And my last words, like those of dying men
Need no reply. Fain I would go to shades, where
Few would wish to follow me.

Ariel.
Follow me.

Ferd.
This evil Spirit grows importunate,
But I'le not take his counsel.

Ariel.
Take his counsel.

Ferd.
It may be the Devil's counsel. I'le never take it.

Ariel.
Take it.

Ferd.
I will discourse no more with thee,
Nor follow one step further.

Ariel.
One step further.

Ferd.
This must have more importance than an Eccho.
Some Spirit tempts to a precipice.
I'le try if it will answer when I sing
My sorrows to the murmurs of this Brook.
He sings.

Go thy way.

Ariel.
Go thy way.

Ferd.
Why should'st thou stay?

Ariel.
Why should'st thou stay?

Ferd.
Where the Winds whistle, and where the streams creep,
Under yond Willow-tree, fain would I sleep.
  Then let me alone,
  For 'tis time to be gone.

Ariel.
For 'tis time to be gone.

Ferd.
What cares or pleasures can be in this Isle?
  Within this desart place
  There lives no humane race;
Fate cannot frown here, nor kind fortune smile.

Ariel.
Kind Fortune smiles, and she
Has yet in store for thee
Some strange felicity.
Follow me, follow me,
And thou shalt see.

Ferd.
I'le take thy word for once;
Lead on Musician. [Exeunt and return. Scene changes, and discovers Prospero and Miranda.

Prosp.

Advance the fringed Curtains of thine Eyes, and say what thou seest yonder.

Mir.
Is it a Spirit?

Lord! how it looks about! Sir, I confess it carries a brave form. But 'tis a Spirit.

Prosp.

No Girl, it eats and sleeps, and has such senses as we have. This young Gallant, whom thou see'st, was in the wrack; were he not somewhat stain'd with grief (beauty's worst Cancker) thou might'st call him a goodly person; he has lost his company, and strays about to find 'em.

Mir.

I might call him a thing divine, for nothing natural I ever saw so noble.

Prosp.

It goes on as my Soul prompts it: Spirit, fine Spirit. I'le free thee within two days for this.

Ferd.

She's sure the Mistress, on whom these airs attend. Fair Excellence, if, as your form declares, you are divine, be pleas'd to instruct me how you will be worship'd; so bright a beauty cannot sure belong to humane kind.

Mir.

I am, like you, a mortal, if such you are.

Ferd.

My language too! O Heavens! I am the best of them who speak this speech, when I'm in my own Country.

Prosp.

How, the best? what wert thou if the Duke of Savoy heard thee?

Ferd.

As I am now, who wonders to hear thee speak of Savoy: he does hear me, and that he does I weep, my self am Savoy, whose fatal Eyes (e're since at ebbe) beheld the Duke my Father wrackt.

Mir.
Alack! for pity.

Prosp.
At the first sight they have chang'd Eyes, dear Ariel,
I'le set thee free for this—young, Sir, a word.
With hazard of your self you do me wrong.

Mir.
Why speaks my Father so urgently?
This is the third man that e're I saw, the first whom

E're I sigh'd for, sweet Heaven move my Father
To be inclin'd my way.

Ferd.
O! if a Virgin! and your affection not gone forth,
I'le make you Mistress of Savoy.

Prosp.
Soft, Sir! one word more.
They are in each others powers, but this swift
Bus'ness I must uneasie make, lest too light
Winning make the prize light—one word more.
Thou usurp'st the name not due to thee, and hast
Put thy self upon this Island as a spy to get the
Government from me, the Lord of it.

Ferd.
No, as I'm a man.

Mir.
There's nothing ill can dwell in such a Temple,
If th' Evil Spirit hath so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with it.

Prosp.
No more. Speak not you for him, he's a Traytor,
Come! thou art my Pris'ner and shalt be in
Bonds. Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food
Shall be the fresh-Brook-Muscles, wither'd Roots,
And Husks, wherein the Acorn crawl'd; follow.

Ferd.
No, I will resist such entertainment
Till my Enemy has more power. [He draws, and is charm'd from moving.

Mir.
O dear Father! make not too rash a tryal
Of him, for he's gentle and not fearful.

Prosp.
My child my Tutor! put thy Sword up Traytor,
Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike: thy
Conscience is possest with guilt. Come from
Thy Ward, for I can here disarm thee with
This Wand, and make thy Weapon drop.

Mir.
'Beseech you Father.

Prosp.
Hence: hang not on my Garment.

Mir.
Sir, have pity,
I'le be his Surety.

Prosp.
Silence! one word more shall make me chide thee,
If not hate thee: what, an advocate for an
Impostor? sure thou think'st there are no more
Such shapes as his?

To the most of men this is a Caliban,
And they to him are Angels.

Mir.
My affections are then most humble,
I have no ambition to see a goodlier man.

Prosp.
Come on, obey:
Thy Nerves are in their infancy agen, and have
No vigour in them.

Ferd.
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, and this man's threats,
To whom I am subdu'd, would seem light to me,
Might I but once a day through my Prison behold this maid:
All corners else o'th' Earth let liberty make use of:
I have space enough in such a Prison.

Prosp.
It works: come on:
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel: follow me.
Heark what thou shalt more do for me. [Whispers Ariel.

Mir.
Be of comfort!
My Father's of a better nature, Sir,
Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted
Which now came from him.

Prosp.
Thou shalt be as free as Mountain Winds:
But then exactly do all points of my command.

Ariel.
To a Syllable. [Exit Ariel.

Prosp. to Mir.
Go in that way, speak not a word for him:
I'le separate you. [Exit Miranda.

Ferd.
As soon thou may'st divide the waters
When thou strik'st 'em, which pursue thy bootless blow,
And meet when 'tis past.

Prosp.
Go practise your Philosophy within,
And if you are the same you speak your self,
Bear your afflictions like a Prince—That Door
Shews you your Lodging.

Ferd.
'Tis in vain to strive, I must obey. [Exit. Ferd.

Prosp.
This goes as I would wish it.
Now for my second care, Hippolito:
I shall not need to chide him for his fault,

His passion is become his punishment.
Come forth, Hippolito. [Enter Hippolito.

Hip. entring.

'Tis Prospero's voice.

Prosp.

Hippolito! I know you now expect I should severely chide you: you have seen a woman in contempt of my commands.

Hip.
But, Sir, you see I am come off unharm'd;
I told you, that you need not doubt my courage.

Prosp.
You think you have receiv'd no hurt.

Hip.
No, none Sir.
Try me agen, when e're you please I'm ready:
I think I cannot fear an Army of 'em.

Prosp.
How much in vain it is to bridle Nature! [Aside.
Well! what was the success of your encounter?

Hip.
Sir, we had none, we yielded both at first,
For I took her to mercy, and she me.

Prosp.
But are you not much chang'd from what you were?

Hip.
Methinks I wish and wish! for what I know not,
But still I wish—yet if I had that woman,
She, I believe, could tell me what I wish for.

Prosp.
What wou'd you do to make that Woman yours?

Hip.
I'd quit the rest o'th' world that I might live alone with
Her, she never should be from me.
We too would sit and look till our eyes ak'd.

Prosp.
You'd soon be weary of her.

Hip.
O, Sir, never.

Prosp.
But you'l grow old and wrinckl'd, as you see me now,
And then you will not care for her.

Hip.

You may do what you please, but, Sir, we two can never possibly grow old.

Prosp.
You must, Hippolito.

Hip.
Whether we will or no, Sir, who shall make us?

Prosp.
Nature, which made me so.

Hip.
But you have told me her works are various;
She made you old, but she has made us young.

Prosp.
Time will convince you,
Mean while be sure you tread in honours paths,
That you may merit her, and that you may not want

Fit occasions to employ your virtue, in this next
Cave there is a stranger lodg'd, one of your kind,
Young, of a noble presence, and as he says himself,
Of Princely birth, he is my Pris'ner and in deep
Affliction, visit, and comfort him; it will become you.

Hip.
It is my duty, Sir. [Exit Hippolito.

Prosp.

True, he has seen a woman, yet he lives, perhaps I took the moment of his birth amiss, perhaps my Art it self is false: on what strange grounds we build our hopes and fears, mans life is all a mist, and in the dark, our fortunes meet us.