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Show ftSM ?fed™tnt°' Your'sis theoldeft W . I, there's your' ;r Bwe"e mv Father. WZl S^no mSS S ^ m c l y ina Daughter, ^S'W^W^whim my cold Love « mySer"Skke yours cold too I n pray my ^ th you a g en. And cccho to cachblaft ot ^^p^ looking difcontentedly on one another. ^Harlhdifconi^ At which good Angels mourn, ill Spn itsraw,, O d V r V A by his Daughters rob dot reft, Has mdifplea^e left 'cm both unbleft. Unkindly thev abjure each others Bed, T o fave the Living, and revenge the dead. AloZznd his Son are Prisoners made, And good C7.^/. does their Crimes upbraid. Antonio and Gonzalo degree, fa And wou'd, though in one Cave, at diitance oe. The Seamen all that curfed Wine have fpent, W h i c t i S renew'd their thirft ^ o v e r n m e ? ; And wanting Subjeds for the food ot Pow r, Each wou'd to rule alone the reft devour. The Monfters oW<«c and taltoan More m o l o u s grow by Paffions learnM from Man. Fven I not fram'd of warring Elements, Partake and fuffer in thefe difcontents. Tn Chains a Spirit of JEthenal Mould ? Accu fed Magick w e our felves have taught, Ind our o w n Pow'r has our Subjeftion wrought! l^xit. Profp. ACT V. Enter Profpero and Miranda. Y C' 0 U beg in vain; I cannot Pardon him, He has offended Heaven. Mir. Then let Heaven punifh him. Profp. It will by me. Mir. Grant him at leaft fome refpite for m y fake. Profp. I by deferring Juftice fhould incenfethe Deity Againft m y felf and you. MirAtt I have heard you fay, The Powers above are flow In punifhing, and fhou'd not you referable them? 'Profp. The Powers above may Pardon or Reprieve, As Sovereign Princes may difpenfe with Laws, Which we, as Officers, muft Execute. Our Afts of Grace To Criminals are Treafon to Heavens Prerogative. Mir. D o you condemn him for fhedding Blood ? Profp. W h y do you ask that queftion? you know I do. Mir. Then you muft be condemn'd for fhedding his, And he who condemns you, muft dye for fhedding Yours, and that's the way at laft to leave none living. Profp. The Argument is weak, but I want time T o let you fee your errours; retire, and, if you love him, Pray for him. Mir. O ftay, Sir, I have yet more Arguments. [He's going. Profp. The Enchanted ljland. 26 Profp. But none of any weight. Mir Have you not faid you are his Tudge? Profp. Tis true, l a m ; what then? M r . And can you be his Executioner ? It that be fo, then all M e n may declare their Enemies in fault ; and P o w V without the Sword Ut Juftice, willprefume to punifh what e'er It calls a Crime. Profp. I cannot force Gonzalo or m y Brother, much Lefs the Father to deftroy the Son, it muft Be then the Monfter Caliban, and he's not here. But Ariel ftrait fhall fetch him. Ariel. My potent Lord, before thou call'ft,' I come, T o ferve thy will. Profp Then Spirit fetch m e here m y Salvage Slave. Ariel. M y Lord, it does not need. tiontr? APt th°U thCn Pmne t0 mifchief' wilt thou bc thV felf d» Execu- Artel. Think better of thy airy Minifter, w ho *or thy fake, unbid, this night has flown O er almoft all the habitable World. Profp. But to what purpofe was all thy diligence? Anel When I was chidden by m y mighty Lord for m y Neglect: of young Hippolito, I went to view His Body, and foon found his Soul was but retir'd, Not fally'd out, and frighted lay at skulk in T h inmoft corner of his fcarce-beating heart. Profp. Is he not dead ? Ariel Hear m e m y Lord ! I prun'd m y Wings, and, fitted for a Journey, from he next Ifles of our Hefperides, I gather'd Moly firft, thence fhot m y fel/topZ 1 & ^ l ™ * ^ thc,mJ:klinS Balm which caught, I glided to thsBritifb Ifles, and there the purple Panacea found. J Profp. All this to night ? Ariel. All this, m y Lord, I did, Nor was Hippolito's 'good Angel wanting, who Climbing up the Circle of the Moon, While I below got Simples for the Cure, went to Each Planet which o'er-rul'd thofe Herbs, And drew it's virtue to increafe their pow'r : Long e'er this hour had I been back again, But that a Storm took m e returning back And flag'd m y tender Wings. Profp. Thou fhalt have reft m y Spirit, But haft thou fearch'd the wound ? Jriel. M y Lord I have, and 'twas in time I did it: for 1 lie Soul ftood almoft at Life's Door, all bare And naked, fhivering like Boys upon a River's Bank, and loth to tempt the cold air, but I took Her and ftop'd her in ; and pour'd into his Mouth The healing juice of vulnerary Herbs. Profp. Thou art m y faithful Servant. Jriel. His only danger was his lots of blood, but now H e s wak'd, m y Lord, and juft this hour H e muft be drefs'd again, as I have done it. Anoint the Sword which piere'd him with this Weapon-Salve,, and wrap it clofe from Air till I have time to vifit him again. Profp. It fhall be done, be it your task, Miranda, becaufe your Sifter is not prefent here, while I go vifit your Dear Ferdinand, from w h o m I will a while conceal This News, that it m a y be more welcome. Mir. I obey you, and with a double duty, Sir: for now You twice have given m e Life. |
