Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else MUSIC. Where should this music be? i'the air, or the It sounds no more:-and sure it waits upon [earth, Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury and my passion, With its sweet air. ARIEL'S SONG. Full fathom five thy father lies; A LOVER'S SPEECH. up. My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound 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. ACT II. DESCRIPTION OF FERDINAND'S SWIMMING ASHORE. I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, SLEEP. Do not omit the heavy offer of it: A FINE APOSIOPESIS. They fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might Worthy Sebastian?-O, what might?—No more:And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, [and What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee: CALIBAN'S CURses, All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i'the mire, Nor lead me, like a firebrand, in the dark Out of my way, unless he bid them; but For every trifle are they set upon me: Sometime like apes that moe* and chatter at me, And after, bite me; then like hedgehogs, which * Make mouths. H Lie tumbling in my barefoot way, and mount SATIRE ON ENGLISH CURIOSITY. Were I in England now (as once I was), and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. CALIBAN'S PROMISES. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries; I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough. I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, I pr'ythee let me bring thee where crabs grow; ACT III. FERDINAND. There be some sports are painful; but their labour * Seagulls. Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness The mistress, which I serve, quickens what's dead, Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up, [baseness But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Most busyless, when I do it. Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance. Work not so hard: I would, the lightning had 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, Than you should such dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by. It would become me As well as it does you: and I should do it With much more ease; for my good will is to it, And yours against. Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected; You look wearily. This visitation shows it. Mira. you, Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me, When you are by at night. I do beseech (Chiefly that I might set it in prayers), What is your name? Mira. Miranda:-O my father, I have broke your hest* to say so! Fer. With so full soul, but some defect in her Mira. I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, (The jewel in my dower), I would not wish * Command. + Own'd. |