Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 8Sylvester, Charles Herbert
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Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 8
Sylvester, Charles Herbert
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_Ferd._ No, as I'm a man.
_Mira._ There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:
If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
Good things will strive to dwell with't.
_Pros._ [_To FERD._] Follow me--
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.--Come;
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.
_Ferd._ No;
I will resist such entertainment, till
Mine enemy has more power.
[_He draws, and is charmed from moving._
_Mira._ O dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle, and not fearful.[392-118]
_Pros._ What, I say,
My fool my tutor!--Put thy sword up, traitor;
Who makest a show, but darest not strike, thy conscience
Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward;[393-119]
For I can here disarm thee with this stick,
And make thy weapon drop.
_Mira._ Beseech you, father!--
_Pros._ Hence! hang not on my garments.
_Mira._ Sir, have pity;
I'll be his surety.
_Pros._ Silence! one word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
An advocate for an impostor? hush!
Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he,
Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!
To th' most of men this is a Caliban,
And they to him are angels.
_Mira._ My affections
Are, then, most humble; I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.
_Pros._ [_To FERD._] Come on; obey:
Thy nerves[393-120] are in their infancy again,
And have no vigour in them.
_Ferd._ 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, and this man's threats
To whom I am subdued, are 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 FERD._] Come on.--
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!--Follow me.--
[_To ARIEL._] Hark, what thou else shalt do me.
_Mira._ 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._ [_To ARIEL._] Thou shalt be as free
As mountain winds: but then exactly do
All points of my command.
_Ari._ To th' syllable.
_Pros._ Come, follow.--Speak not for him. [_Exeunt._
ACT II
SCENE I.--_Another part of the Island._
_Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and
Others._
_GONZALO speaks._
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