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The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself Upon this island, as a spy, to win it

From me, the lord on't.

Fer. No, as I am a man.

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a

temple :

If the ill spirit have so fair an house,

Good things will strive to dwell with't.

Pro. [To Ferd.] Follow me.

Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come, I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:

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Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.

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My foot my tutor?-Put thy sword up, traitor;

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Who mak'st a shew, but dar'st not strike, thy con

science

Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward; For I can here disarm thee with this stick,

And make thy weapon drop.

Mira. Beseech you, father!

Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments.

Mira.

TEMPE

Mira. Sir, have pity; be his surety.

Pr. Silence: one word me

Sall make me chide thee, it

in advocate for an impostor Thou think'st, there are no

daring seen but him and Ca

the most of men this is a

And they to him are angels.
Mira. My affections
Are then most humble; I ha
To see a goodlier man.

Pro. Come on; obey: [

Thy nerves are in their infar

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have no vigour in them

Fer. So they are:

My spirits, as in a dream, a

father's loss, the weakne
The wreck of all my friends.

To whom I am subdu'd, are
Aght I but through my pris

hold this maid: all corner

liberty make use of; sp
dare I, in such a prison.
Pro. It works:

Come

ARIEL.] Thou hast d
Follow me.

hark, what thou else shalt
Mara. Be of comfort;
My father's of a better natt

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Fira. Sir, have pity;

De his surety.

ro. Silence: one word more

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1 make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What,

advocate for an impostor? hush!

u think'st, there are no more such shapes as he, ing seen but him and Caliban; Foolish wench!

the most of men this is a Caliban,

they to him are angels.

ira. My affections

then most humble; I have no ambition

see a goodlier man.

ro. Come on; obey: [TO FERDINAND]

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nerves are in their infancy again,

have no vigour in them.

er. So they are :

spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.

father's loss, the weakness which I feel,

wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats,

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!

whom I am subdu'd, are but light to me,

ht I but through my prison once a day

old this maid: all corners else o' the earth

liberty make use of; space enough

e I, in such a prison.

ro. It works: Come on.

ARIEL.] Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!

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Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Which now came from him.

Pro. Thou shalt be as free

As mountain winds: but then exactly do

All points of my command.

Ari. To the syllable.

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Pro. Come, follow: Speak not for him. (Exeunt.

At II. SCENE I.

Another Part of the Island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTHONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.

TEMPEST

One Tell

"Gas. When every grief
offer'd,

Comes to the entertainer-
Sed. A dollar.

Gr. Dolour comes to hi

soxen truer than you purpo

d. You have taken it wil
How'd.

"Therefore, my lord,
"Ast. Fie, what a spend-th
"Alon. I pr'ythee, spare.
"Gom. Well, I have done :
Seb. He will be talking.
"Ant. Which of them, he,
ager, first begins to crow?
Sed, The old cock.

"Ant. The cockrel.

Gonzalo.

Is much beyond our loss: Our hint of woe

BESEECH you, sir, be merry: you have cause (So have we all) of joy; for our escape

Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,
The master of some merchant, and the merchant,

I mean our preservation, few in millions
Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
Our sorrow with our comfort.

Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle,

Ant. A laughter. Seb. A match.

"Sch. Done; the wager?

Alon. Pr'ythee, peace.

* Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge. "Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.

"Gon. Sir,

r.

"Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit;

" by and by it will strike,

"Seb.

Ant. So, you've pay'd.
Adr. Uninhabitable, and
Seb. Yet,
"Adr. Yet

"Ant. He could not miss't
"Adr. It must needs be of
icate temperance.

* idr. Though this island "Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

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Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have

oken truer than you purpos'd.

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Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you ould.

Therefore, my lord,

Ant. Fie, what a spend-thrift is he of his tongue !

Alon. I pr'ythee, spare.

Gon. Well, I have done: But yet

Seb. He will be talking.

Ant. Which of them, he, or Adrian, for a good

ger, first begins to crow ?

Seb, The old cock.

Ant. The cockrel.

Seb. Done; the wager?

Ant. A laughter.

Seb. A match.

Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,

Seb. Ha, ha, ha!

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Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender, and de

ate temperance.

"Ant.

"Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

"Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly de"liver'd.

"Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.

"Seb. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones. "Ant. Or, as 'twere perfun'd by a fen.

"Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life.

"Ant. True; save means to live.

"Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

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"Gon. How lush and lusty the grass looks? how "green ?

"Ant. The ground, indeed, is tawny. "Seb. With an eye of green in't.

"Ant. He misses not much.

"Seb. No; he doth but mistake the truth totally. "Gon. But the rarity of it is (which is, indeed, al

most beyond credit)

"Seb. As many vouch'd rarities are.

TEMPEST.

'Twas a sweet marriage

return.

Air. Tunis was never grac
go to their queen.
"Gon. Not since widow Dido

"dt. Widow? a pox oth
Widow in? Widow Dido!

"Std. What if he had said,

pod lord, how you take it!
"Adr. Widow Dido, said
Sudy of that: she was of Ca

"Gon. This Tunis, sir, was

"Adr. Carthage?

"Gon. I assure you, Cartha

"Ant. His word is more tha

"Sd. He hath rais'd the wa

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"Ant. What impossible ma

"Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, "drench'd in the sea, hold notwithstanding their "freshness, and glosses; being rather new dy'd, than "stain'd with salt water.

"Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, "would it not say, he lies?

"Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his report." Gon. Methinks, our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Africk, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the king of Tunis,

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"Seb.

next?

"Seb. I think, he will carry
pocket, and give it his son f
"Ant. And, sowing the k
bring forth more islands.
"Gon. Ay?

"Ant. Why, in good time
"Gon. Sir, we were talking
now as fresh, as when we
marriage of your daughter
"Ant. And the rarest that
"Seb. Bate, I beseech you
"Ant. O, widow Dido;

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