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Foot it featly here and there;
The watch-dogs bark:
Hark, hark! I hear
Of his bones ure coral made ;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
(Burden, ding-dong, • Per. The ditty does remember my drown's fa
ther :This is no mortal business, nor do sound That the earth owes :- I hear it now above me.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance And say, what thou seest yond'. Mira.
What is 't:
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
I might call him
It goes on,
(Aside. As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free
thee Within two days for this. . Fer.
Most sure, the goddess
No wonder, sir;
My language? heavens !
How! the best? hat wert thou, if the king of
thou, if the king of Naples heard thee?
Alack, for mercy!
The duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could control thee, If now 'twere fit to do't.At the first sight
(Aside. They have chang'd eyes :-Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good sir; I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently! This
O, if a virgin,
Soft, sir; one word more.
siness I must uneasy make, lest too light wioning (Aside. Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge
No, as I am a man.
Follow me. (To Ferd.
O dear father,
What, I say,
Beseech you, father!
Sir, have pity; I'll be his surety. Pro.
Silence: one word more
Come on; obey:
[To Ferd. Thy nerves are in their infancy again, And have no vigour in them. Fer.
So they are: My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. My father's loss, the weakness which I feel, The wreck of all my friends, or 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' the earth Let liberty make use of; space enough Have I in such a prison. Pro.
It works:--Come on,
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel !-- Follow me.
(To Ferd. and Mira. Hark, what thou else shalt do me. (To Ariel. Mira.
Be of comfort; My father's of a better nature, sir, Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Which now came from him. Pro.
Thou shalt be as free As mountain wiyds : but then exactly do All points of my command. Ari.
To the syllable. Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. (Ereunt.
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antonio, Gonzalo, Adrian,
Francisco, and others. Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have
cause (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss: our hint of woe Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, The masters of some merchaut, and the merchant, Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle, I mean our preservation, few in millions Can speak like us : then wisely, good sir, weigh Our sorrow with our comfort. Alon.
Pr’ythee, peace. Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.
Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.
Gon. When every grief is entertain'd, that's offer'd, Comes to the entertainer