And his brave son being twain. Pros. [Aside.] The Duke of Milan And his more braver daughter could control thee, If now 't were fit to do 't. At the first sight 440 They have chang'd eyes. Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this. [To Fer.] A word, good sir; I fear you have done yourself some wrong; a word. Mir. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first That e'er I sigh'd for. Pity move my father To be inclin'd my way! Fer. And O, if a virgin, 445 your affection not gone forth, I'll make Sir, have pity; Pros. Hence! hang not on my garments. I'll be his surety. An advocate for an impostor! hush! he, Having seen but him and Caliban. Foolish wench! 400 Might I but through my prison once a day Pros. [Aside.] It works. [To Fer.] Come on. -Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! [To Fer.] Follow me. [To Ari.] Hark what thou else shalt do me. Mir. Be of comfort; 496 My father's of a better nature, sir, Pros. [To Ari.] Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds; but then exactly do All points of my command. Ari. To the syllable. 500 Pros. [To Mir. and Fer.] Come, follow. Speak not for him. ACT II [Exeunt. SCENE I. [Another part of the island.] 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 Ant. Widow! a pox o' that! How came that widow in? Widow Dido! Seb. What if he had said " widower Æneas" too? Good Lord, how you take it! 80 Adr. Widow Dido" said you? You make me study of that. She was of Carthage, not of Tunis. Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage. Gon. I assure you, Carthage. Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp; Seb. He hath rais'd the wall and houses too. Ant. What impossible matter will he make easy next? Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket and give it his son for an apple. 91 Ant. And, sowing the kernels of it in the sea, bring forth more islands. Gon. Ay. Ant. Why, in good time. Gon. Sir, we were talking that our garments seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now Queen. 100 Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Seb. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. Ant. O, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido. Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort. Ant. That sort was well fish'd for. Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage? 105 Alon. You cram these words into mine ears against The stomach of my sense. Would I had never Married my daughter there! for, coming thence, |