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Rh Pro. Thou moſt lying ſlaue, Whom ſtripes may moue, not kindnes:I haue vs’d thee (Filth as thou art) with humane care,and lodg'd thee In mine owne Cell, till thou didſt ſeeke to violate The honor of my childe.

Cal. Oh ho, oh ho, would't had bene done: Thou didſt preuent me, I had peopel'd elſe This Iſle with Calibans.

Mira. Abhorred Slaue, Which any print of goodneſſe wilt not take, Being capable of all ill: I pittied thee, Took pains to make thee ſpeak, taught thee each houre One thing or other: when thou didſt not (Sauage) Know thine owne meaning; but wouldſt gabble, like A thing moſt brutiſh, I endow'd thy purpoſes With words that made them knowne: But thy vild race (Tho thou didſt learn ) had that in't, which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore waſt thou Deſeruedly confin'd into this Rocke, who hadſt Deſeru'd more then a priſon.

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

Proſ. Hag-feed, hence: Fetch vs in Fewell, and be quicke thou'rt beſt To anſwer other buſineſſe: ſhrug'ſt thou (Malice) If thou neglectſt, or doſt vnwillingly What I command, Ile racke thee with old Crampes, Fill all thy bones with Aches, make thee rore, That beaſts ſhall tremble at thy dyn.

Cal. No, 'pray thee. I muſt obey, his Art is of ſuch pow'r, It would controll my Dams god Setebos, And make a vaſſaile of him.

Proſ. So ſlaue, hence.

Ariel Song. Come unto theſe yellow ſands, and then take hands: Curtſied when you haue, and kiſt the wilde waues whiſt: Foote it featly heere, and there, and ſweete Sprights beare the burthen. Harke, harke, bowgh wawgh: the watch-Dogges barke, bowgh-wawgh Ar. Hark, hark, I heare, the ſtraine of ſtrutting Chanticlere cry cockadidle-dowe.

Fer. Where ſhold this Muſick be? I'th aire, or th'earth? It ſounds no more: and ſure it waytes vpon Some God'oth'Iland, ſitting on a banke, Weeping againe the King my Fathers wracke. This Muſicke crept by me vpon the waters, Allaying both their fury, and my paſſion With it's ſweet ayre: thence I haue follow'd it (Or it hath drawne me rather) but 'tis gone. No, it begins againe.

Ariell Song. Full fadom fiue thy Farber lies, Of his bones are Corrall made: Thoſe are pearles that were his eies, Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth ſuffer a Sea-change Into ſomething rich, & ſtrange: Sea-Nimphs hourly ring his knell. Burthen: ding dong. Harke now I heare them, ding-dong bell.

Fer. The Ditty do's remember my drown'd father, This is no mortall buſines, nor no ſound That the earth owes: I heare it now aboue me.

Pro. The fringed Curtaines of thine eye aduance, And ſay what thou ſee'ſt yond.

Mira. What is't a Spirit? Lord, how it lookes about: Beleeue me ſir, It carries a braue forme. But 'tis a ſpirit.

Pro. No wench, it eats, and ſleeps, & hath ſuch ſenſes As we haue: ſuch. This Gallant which thou ſeeſt Was in the wracke: and but hee's ſomething ſtain'd With greefe (that's beauties canker) might'ſt call him A goodly perſon: he hath loſt his fellowes, And ſtrayes about to finde 'em.

Mir. I might call him A thing diuine, for nothing naturall I euer ſaw ſo Noble.

Pro. It goes on I ſee As my ſoule prompts it: Spirit, fine ſpirit, Ile free thee Within two dayes for this.

Fer. Moſt ſure the Goddeſſe On whom theſe ayres attend: Vouchſafe my pray'r May know if you remaine vpon this Iſland, And that you will ſome good inſtruction giue How I may beare me heere: my prime requeſt (Which I do laſt pronounce) is (O you wonder) If you be Mayd, or no?

Mir. No wonder Sir, But certainly a Mayd.

Fer. My Language? Heauens: I am the beſt of them that ſpeake this ſpeech , Were I but where 'tis ſpoken.

Pro. How? the beſt? What wer't thou if the King of Naples heard thee?

Fer. A ſingle thing, as I am now, that wonders To heare thee ſpeake of Naples: he do's heare me, And that he do's, I weepe: my ſelfe am Naples, Who, with mine eyes (neuer ſince at ebbe) beheld The King my Father wrack't.

Mir. Alacke, for mercy.

Fer. Yes faith, & all his Lords, the Duke of Millaine And his braue ſonne, being twaine.

Pro. The Duke of Millaine And his more brauer daughter, could controll thee If now 'twere fit to do't: At the firſt ſight They haue chang'd eyes: Delicate Ariel, Ile ſet thee free for this. A word good Sir, I feare you haue done your ſelfe ſome wrong: A word.

Mir. Why ſpeakes my father ſo vngently? This Is the third man that ere I ſaw: the firſt That ere I ſigh'd for: pitty moue my father To be enclin'd my way.

Fer. O, if a Virgin, And your affection not gone forth, Ile make you The Queene of Naples.

Pro. Soft ſir, one word more. They are both in eythers pow'rs: But this ſwift buſines I muſt vneaſie make, leaſt too light winning Make the prize light. One word more: I charge thee That thou attend me: Thou do'ſt heere vſurpe The name thou ow'ſt not, and haſt put thy ſelfe Vpon this Iſland, as a ſpy, to win it From me, the Lord on't.

Fer. No, as I am a man.

Mir. Ther's nothing ill, can dwell in ſuch a Temple, If the ill-ſpirit haue ſo fayre a houſe, Good things will ſtriue to dwell with’t.

Pro. Follow me. Pro.