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Fill all thy bones with achës, make thee roar
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

No, pray thee.
[Aside] I must obey : his art is of such power,
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.

So, slave; hence! (Exit Caliban.

Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing;

FERDINAND following.

ARIEL's song.

Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands :
Courtsied when you have and kiss'd

The wild waves whist,
Foot it featly here and there;

And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.
Burthen [dispersedly]. Hark, hark !

The watch-dogs bark :



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370. achës.

The word ache was phonetically identical with name of the letter H. Hence Shakespeare puns on them (cf. Much Ado, iii. 4. 56). 374. invisible.

favoured by the punctuation in Ff and by v. 392, is more Shakespearean than the commoner one, which makes

A special dress was used to indicate in. visibility.' Steevens quotes from a contemporary theatrical wardrobe the item : a robe for to go invisible.

378-9. kiss'd the wild waves whist, kissed the waves into hushed stillness, i.e. kissed partners (immediate prelude to the dance) and thereby hushed the noisy waves into attention (Allen). This interpretation,

379 parenthesis.

380. featly, gracefully.

381. the burthen bear, Pope's correction of the reading of the Ff bear the burden.

382. Ff print the four lines 382-6 continuously, as belong. ing to the dispersed burthen.' Some editors separate the 'bowwows' from the 'burthen'; but in the desolate island the 'watch dogs' also must clearly have been personated by ‘sprites.'

Ari. Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting chanticleer

Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
Fer. Where should this music be? i the air or

the earth ?
It sounds no more : and, sure, it waits upon
Some god o' 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: thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather.

But 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.



ARIEL sings.
Full fathom five thy father lies;

Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:

Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

Burthen. Ding-dong.
Ari. Hark! now I hear them,—Ding-dong, bell.
Fer. The ditty does remember my drown 'd

father. This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.

Pros. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance

of the song

390. again, again and again. son composed in 1610 the music 395. Ariel sings.

The for Middleton's The Witch. musical setting of this song by 405. ditty, the words (detto) R. Johnson, probably that used in the original performance, is 405. remember,

commemostill xtant in Wilson's Cheerful rate. Ayres or Ballads, 1660. John- 408. advance, lift up.


And say

what thou seest yond. Mir.

What is 't? a spirit ?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.
Pros. No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath

such senses
As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest
Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd
With grief that's beauty's canker, thou mightst

call him
A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows
And strays about to find 'em.

I might call him
A thing divine, for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.
Pros. [Aside] It goes on, I see,

As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit ! I'll

free thee
Within two days for this.

Most sure, the goddess
On whom these airs attend ! Vouchsafe my prayer
May know if you remain upon this island;
And that you will some good instruction give
How I may bear me here : my prime request,
Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
If you be maid or no?

No wonder, sir;
But certainly a maid.

My language ! heavens!
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

How? the best? What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?

Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders 432.

A single thing, i.e. Naples ; with a play on the identical with the King of sense 'solitary.'


430 440

To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me ;
And that he does I weep: myself am Naples,
Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld
The king my father wreck’d.

Alack, for mercy!
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords ; the Duke of

And his brave son being twain.

(Aside] The Duke of Milan
And his more braver daughter could control thee,
If now 'twere fit to do 't. At the first sight
They have changed 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 ere I sigh’d for : pity move my father
To be inclined my way!

O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The queen of Naples.

Soft, sir! one word more. [Aside] They are both in either's powers ;, but

this swift business
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light. [To Fer.] One word more;

I charge thee
That thou attend me : thou dost here usurp
The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself
Upon this island as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on 't.

450 460

438. his brave son. This per- made an unfounded claim ; with son, apparently by an oversight, the friendly sub-sense, hidden does not appear in the sequel. from Ferdinand: 'represented 439. control, check.

your case as worse than it will 443. done yourself some wrong,

prove to be."


No, as I am a man.
Mir. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a

If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

Follow me.
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.

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

I will resist such entertainment till
Mine enemy has more power.

[Draws, and is charmed from moving. Mir.

O dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle and not fearful.

What? I say,
My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;
Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy

Is so possess'd with guilt : come from thy ward,
For I can here disarm thee with this stick
And make thy weapon drop.

Beseech you, father.
Pros. Hence! hang not on my garments.

Sir, have pity;
I'll be his surety.

Silence ! one word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee.



468. gentle and not fearful, attribute to Miranda too much mild and not terrible.


insight into the niceties of social interpretation of gentle birth distinction. and not a coward' seems to 471. ward, posture of defence,

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