An advocate for an impostor ! hush!
Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
Having seen but him and Caliban : foolish wench !
To the most of men this is a Caliban

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My affections
Are then most humble; I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.
Pros.

Come on; obey :
Thy nerves are in their infancy again
And have no vigour in them.
Fer.

So they are ;
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
The wreck of all my friends, nor 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.

Pros. [Aside] It works. [To Fer.] Come on.
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel ! [To Fer.] Follow

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me.

[To Ari.] Hark what thou else shalt do me.
Mir.

Be of comfort;
My father 's of a better nature, sir,
Than he appears by speech : this is unwonted
Which now came from him.
Pros.

Thou shalt be as free
As mountain winds : but then exactly do
All points of my command.
Ari.

To the syllable.
Pros. Come, follow. Speak not for him.

[Exeunt. 484. nerves, sinews.

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2 F

ACT II.

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
Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe
Is common; every day some sailor's wife,
The masters of some merchant and the merchant
Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle,
I mean our preservation, few in millions
Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh
Our sorrow with our comfort.
Alon.

Prithee, peace.
Seb. He receives comfort like cold porridge.
Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so.

Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his wit; by and by it will strike.

Gon. Sir,-
Seb. One: tell.
Gon. When every grief is entertain'd that 's

offer'd,
Comes to the entertainer-

Seb. A dollar.

Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have spoken truer than you purposed.

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Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant

you should,
Gon. Therefore, my lord, -
Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his tongue
Alon. I prithee, spare.
Gon. Well, I have done : but yet,-
Seb. He will be talking.

Ant. Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow?

Seb. The old cock.
Ant. The cockerel.
Seb. Done.

The wager ?
Ant. A laughter.
Seb. A match!
Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,-
Ant. Ha, ha, ha!
Seb. So, you 're paid.
Adr. Uninhabitable and almost inaccessible,
Seb. Yet,-
Adr. Yet,
Ant. He could not miss 't.

Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender and delicate temperance.

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered. Adr. The air breathes upon us here most

sweetly. Seb. As if it had lungs and rotten ones. Ant. Or as 'twere perfumed by a fen. Gon. Here is every thing advantageous to life. 35. (Ant.) Ha, ha, ha! (Seb.) spoken, Antonio wins the match, So, you're paid. Ff give the laughs in triumph, and first words to Sebastian, the laughter' being the wager, is second to Antonio. Theobald thereupon told by Sebastian that gave both to Sebastian. Adrian, he is ‘paid.' • the cockerel,' having first 42. temperance, temperature.

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Ant. True ; save means to live.
Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

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 almost beyond credit,

Seb. As many vouched rarities are.

Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and glosses, being rather new-dyed than stained 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 Afric, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to 70 the King of Tunis.

Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.

Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to their queen.

Gon. Not since widow Dido's time.

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!

Adr. "Widow Dido' said you? you make me study of that: she was of Carthage, not of Tunis.

Gon. This Tunis, sir, was Carthage.
Adr. Carthage ?
Gon. I assure you, Carthage.

Ant. His word is more than the miraculous harp.

Seb. He hath raised the wall and houses too. Ant. What impossible matter will he make

easy next?

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Seb. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket and give it his son for an apple.

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.

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 fished for.
Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage ?
Alon. You cram these words into mine ears

against

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