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Show The Tempeft: Or, Few would wifh to follow me. Ariel. Follow me. . . Ferd. This evil Spirit grows importunate, But I'll not take his counfel. Ariel. Take his counfel. ril never take it. Ferd. It may be the Devil's counfel. 111 never taKe Ariel. Take it. . Ferd. I will difcourfe no more with tnee, Nor follow one ftep farther. Ariel. One ftep farther. - . Ferd. This muft have more importance than an Lccno. Some Spirit tempts to a precipice. I'll it will anfwer when I fing M y Sorrows to the murmurs of this Brook. He Sings. Go thy way. Ariel. Go thy way. Ferd. Why fboutfft thou ftay ? Ariel. Why fhoulcPJl thou ftay? Ferd. Where the Winds whiftle, and where the ftreams creep, Vnderyond Willow-tree, fain would 1 fteep. Then let me alone, For 'tis time to begone. Ariel. For 'tis time to begone. Ferd. What cares or pleafures can be in this Ifle ? Within this defart place There lives no humane race; Fate cannot frown here, nor kind fortune fmtle. Ariel. Kjnd Fortune fmiles, and fhe Has yet in ftore for thee Some firange felicity. Follow me, follow me, And thou fhalt fee. Ferd. I'll take thy word for once; , - ^ . LeadonMufician. " p \ LExeunt and return. Scene changes, and difcovers Profpero and Miranda. Profp. Advance the fringed Curtains of thine Eyes, and fay what thou leelt yonder. Mn. Is it a Spirit? \ ord . how it looks about! Sir, I confefs it carries a brave form. But 'tis a Spirit. -,. Profp. N o Girl, it eats and fleeps, and has fuch fenfes as w e have. Lnis young Gallant, whom thou fce'ft, was in the wrack; were he not fomewhat ttamd th grief (Beauty's worft Cancer) thou might'ft call him a goodly Perfon j he has loft his Company, and ftrays about to find'em. Mir. I might call him a thing divine, for nothing natural I ever faw fo noble. Profp. It goes on as m y Soul prompts it: Spirit, fine Spirit. I'll free thee within two days for this. Ferd. She's fure the Miftrefs, on w h o m thefe Airs attend. Fair Excellence, if, as your form declares, you are divine, be pleas'd to inftruct m e how you will be worfhiped; fo bright a Beauty cannot fure belong to humane kind. Mir. I am, like you, a Mortal, if fuch you are. Ferd. M y language too! 0 Heavens ! I a m the beft of them w h o fpeak this Speech, when I'm in m y own Country. Profp. How, the beft ? what wert thou if the Duke of Savoy heard thee ? Ferd. As I am now, who wonders to here thee fpeak of Savoy: he does hear mc, and that he does I weep, m y felf am Savoy, whofe fatal Eyes (e'er fince at ebbj beheld thc Duke m y Father wrackt. pity. }. At thc firft fight they have chang'd Eyes, dear Arielf tree for this young Sir, a word. TWhiiMtsih r is.h a tWzhaehr dtyh oifrfpd ey aMokausr n m fytelh faF tayt eoh'uer rd Ifo o fm auerw g,we nrttholeny fg i?.r ft w h o m E'er The Enchanted ljland 253 E'er I figh'd for, fweet Heaven move m y Father T o be inclin'd mv way. • Ferd. 0 ! if a Virgin ! and your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Miftrefs of Savoy. Profp. Soft, Sir! one word more. They are in each others Powers, but this fwift Bus'nefs I muft uneafic make, left too light Winning make the prize light-^ne word more Thou ufurp'ft the name not due to thee, and halt Put thy felf upon this Ifland as a Spy to get the Government from me, the Lord of it. Ferd No, as I'm a Man. "i Mir'. There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a Temple, If th* Evil Spirit hath fo fair a Houfe, Good things will ftrivc to dwell with it Profp. N o more. Speak not you for him, ncsa lraytoi, C o m e 1 thou art m y Pris'ner and fhalt be m Bonds. Sea-water (halt thou drink, thy food S h e the Frelh-Brook-Mufcles, - ^ ' d ^ s , And Husks, wherein the Acorn crawl d, follow. Ferd. No, I will refift ^^vmnmc%^raivi md * charmed f o m n m \ n b Till m v Enemy has more power. Li* * *"> "m J VrlOdear Father 1 make nottoorafli a tryal nfl-iim for he's gentle and not tear tut. p 2 My C h d d m y Tutor! putthy Sword upTraytor, W h o M a fhow, "but dar;ft not ftnke thy Confcience is potteft with guilt. Come horn Thv Ward, for lean here difarm thee with This W a n d , and make thy Weapon drop. Mir. Befeech you Father. ~ mpm. Profp. Hence: hang not on m y Garment. Mirs Sir, have pity, WitftSSi one word more ftialt make me chide thee} Tf not hate thee: what, an Advocate for an • Impoftor? fure thou think'ft there are no more Such fhapes as-his ? . ' T o the moft of M e n this is a Caliban, And thev to him arc Angels. ' M r My affections are then moft humble, I have no ambition to fee a goodlier Man. Profp. Come on, obey: . . Thy Nerves are in their Infancy again, and have N o vigour in them. Ferd. So they are : , . M y Spirits, aslnaDream, are a b o u n d U » - M v Father's lofe, the weakneft winch I teel. The wrack of all m y Friends and * • » * £ * * * To whom I am ^ / ^ . f t M K S B this Maid! I have fpace enough in fuch a Pnton. ProloL It works: come on: ' . . Tho^liaftdonewell, fine Ariel: follow me- ^^AneL Hark what thou fhalt more do for m e Mir. Be of comfort! M v Father's of a better nature, bir, T^fan he appears by Speech, this u n w o n t ed Which now came trom him. ,. ntain winds: i'rt to^'Go'in that way, fpeak not a word for him: [&., ,, I'll feparate you. er * |