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Show <H Tri^ne ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ t ^ ^ ^ - »* Stephano. I'll not purfue too far, . ,. .f y Butt jn the Cittadel; Well, For fear the Enemy ^ " ^ f " „ ™ K e i n t £ falhionelfe; 6rft Cuckold I muft be r,d of m y Lady 1 r>»'<•'«, " e d t Alimonv. [&or. |M Come', Sir, our Cave affords no choicei of plaee, ButThe ground's firm and even: are you ready ? &¥£^^^*-*«*' W h o firft receives a W o u n d is to uibmit. W». Come, come, this lofestime, nowTo,tt* ^ . ^ ^ fe W o m e n , Sir. L' JJ* I W . Sir, you are wounded. Hip- No. i W . Believe your blood. /ty. I feel no hurt, no matter for m y blood. Ferd. Remember our Conditions. IT,* rn not leave till m y Sword hits you too. H//. 111 not leave, y j-Hi Ut0 J j„jfw 0By Ferdinand retires and wards. Ferd. I'm loth to kill you, you are unskiln£iSir. Hip. You beat afide m y Sword, but let it come as near As vours and vou fhall fee m y skill. ITd You faint for lofs of blood, I fee you ftagger, Pray, Sir, retire. Hip. N o ! I will ne'er go back Methinks the Cave turns round, I cannot nnd Ferd. Your Eyes begin to dazle. Hip W h v do you lwim fo, and dance about m e r . S j f l till I have made one thruft. [Hippolito thrufts and foils. Ferd. O help, help, help ! Unhappy M a n ! what have I done? /£/>. I'm going to a cold fleep, but when I wake r^^nJ, I'll fight agen. Pray ftay for me. L*w**"- W . He's gone! he's gone! O ftay fweet lovely Youth! Help, help ! . _ Enter Profpero. Profp. What difmal noife is that ? Ferd. 0 fee, Sir, fee! What mifchief m y unhappy hand has wrought. Profp. Alas! how much in vain doth feeble Art endeavour To refift the will of Heaven ? [***' Hippohto. He's gone for ever; O thou cruel Son of an Inhumane Father! all m y defigns are ruin'd And unravell'd by this blow. N o pleafure now is left me but Revenge. Ferd. Sir, if you knew m y Innocence- Profp. Peace, peace, Can thy-excufes give m e back his Life? What Ariel! fluggifh Spirit, where art thou? Enter Ariel. Ariel. Here, at thy beck, m y Lord. Profp. I, now thou com'ft, when Fate is paft and not to be Recall'd. Look there, and glut the Malice of Thy Natupe, for as thou art thy felf, thou Canft not he but glad to fee young Virtue Nipti'th'Bloffom. Ariel. M y Lord, the Being high above can witnefs I a m not glad, we Airy Spirits are not of temper So malicious as the Earthy, But of a Nature more approaching good. For which w e meet in fwarms, and often Combat Betwixt the Confines of the Air and Earth. Profp. ' The Enchanted J/land. 26$ Profp. W h y did'ft thou not prevent, at leaft foretel, This fatal action then ? Ariel. Pardon, great Sir, I meant to do it, but I was forbidden By the ill Genius of Hippolito, W h o came and threatn'd m e if I difclos'd it, T b bind m e in the bottom of the Sea, Far from the lightfome Regions of the Air, ( M y native Fields,) above a hundred Years. Profp. I'll chain thee in the North for thy neglect, Within the burning Bowels of Mount Heila, I'll finge thy airy Wings withfulph'rous Flames, And choak thy tender Noftrils with blew Smoak, At ev'ry Hick-up ofthe belching Mountain Thou fhalt be lifted up to tafte frefh Air, And then fall down agen. Ariel. Pardon, dread Lord. Profp. N o more of Pardon than juft Heav'n intends thee, Shalt thou e'er find from m e : hence! flye with fpeed, Unbind the Criarms which hold this Murtherer's Father, and bring him with m y Brother ftreight Before me. Ariel. Mercy, m y potent Lord, and I'll outfly thy thought. [Exit Ariel. Ferd. O Heavens ! what words are thofe I heard ? Yet cannot fee w h o fpoke 'em: fure the W o m a n W h o m I lov'd was like this, fome aiery Vifion. Profp. N o , Murd'rer, fhe's, like thee, of Mortal Mould, But much too pure to mix with thy black Crimes; Yet tlie had faults and muft be punifh'd for 'em. Miranda and Dorinda! where are ye ? The Will of Heaven's accomplifh'd : I have N o w no more to fear, and nothing left to hope, N o w you may enter. Enter Miranda and Dorinda. Mir. M y Love! is it permitted m e to fee you once again ? Profp. You come to look your laft; I will For ever take him from your Eyes. But, on m y Bleffing, fpeak not, nor approach him. Dor. Pray, Father, is not this m y Sifters M a n ? H e has a noble form ; but yet he's not fo excellent As m y Hippolito. Profp. Alas poor Girl, thou haft no M a n : look yonder; There's all of him that's left. Dor. W h y was there ever any more of him ? H e lies afleep, Sir, fhall I waken him ? [She kneels by Hippolito, and jogs him. Ferd. Alas! he's never to be wak'd agen. Dor. M y Love, m y Love! will you not fpeak to m e ? I fear you have difpleas'd him, Sir, and n ow H e will not anfwer me, he's dumb and cold too, But I'll run ftreight, and make a fire to warm him. [Exit Borinda running. Enter Alonzo, Gonzalo, Antonio. Ariel (invifible.') Alonz. Never were Beafts fo hunted into toy Is, As w e have been purfu'd by dreadful fhapes. But is not that m y Son? O Ferdinand! If thou art not a Ghoft, let m e embrace thee. Ferd. M y Father! O finifter happinefs! Is it Decreed I fhould recover you alive, juft in that Fatal hour when this brave Youth is loft in Death, And by m y hand ? Ant. Heaven! what new wonder's this? Gonz. This Ifle is full of nothing elfe. Alonz. I thought to dye, and in the Walks above, Wand'ring by Star-light, to have fought thee out; But now I fhould have gone to Heaven in vain, Wkilft |