Since you would have me love him, I must hate him. Mir. Have I so far offended you already, That he offends you only for my sake? Yet, sure, you would not hate him if you saw him Mir. Alas! what mean you? Hark! hark! I hear my father's step:-farewell!Here comes the youth :--I fear, I've stay'd too long. [Exit MIRANDA. Fer. Too long indeed; and yet not long enough. Enter HIPPOLYTO. Sir, well encounter'd; you're the happy man; Miranda charg'd me love you for her sake. Fer. Not till I am dead. Hip. How dead? What's that? But whatsoe'er it be, I long to have her. Fer. Wait a little while; Time and my grief may make me shortly die. Hip. I beg that you'll make haste then; for, to tell you A secret, sir, which I have lately found Within myself, they are all made for me. Fer. That's but a fond conceit: you're made for one, And one for you. Hip. You cannot tell me, sir; I know, I'm made for twenty hundred women, Fer. I find, I must not let you see her then. Fer. By force of arms : Provide yourself a sword; for we must fight. Hip. A sword,-what's that? Hip. What should I do with it? Fer. You must stand thus, [Draws his Sword. And aim at me, till one of us fall dead. Hip. But we have no swords growing in our world. Fer. What shall we do then to decide our quarrel ? Hip. We'll take the sword by turns, and fight with it. Fer. Strange ignorance!—You must defend your life, And so must I.—But, since you have no sword, I now remember that I saw another.— [Gives HIPPOLYTO the Sword. When next we meet, prepare yourself to fight. Hip. Make haste then; this shall ne'er be yours again : I mean to fight with all the men I meet, And when they're dead, their women shall be mine. To take your life; but, if you please, we'll fight And both the women shall be his, Hip. Agreed: And ev'ry day I'll fight for two more with you. Hip. Make haste, and find your sword. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. A rocky, mountainous, Part of the Island. Enter ANTONIO, ALONZO, and GONZALO. Is much beyond our loss: then wisely weigh Alon. Peace, Gonzalo. Ant. But the rarity of it is, (which is, indeed, almost beyond credit,) our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, are, notwithstanding, as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of your fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis. Alon. You cram these words into mine ears, against The stomach of my sense. 'Would I had never Gon. Sir, he may live; I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs; I do not doubt, Alon. No, no, he's gone: And thou and I, Antonio,-thou and I !— Ant. How could we help it, sir? Alon. How help it? Then we should have help'd it, then, When thou betray'dst thy brother Prospero, E'en here do I put off all hope: he's drown'd, [Music. What harmony is this? My good friends, hark! Enter ARIEL and Three other SPIRITS: while ARIEL sings the following Song, a Banquet presents itself, and the other SPIRITS, having danced about it with gentle Actions of Salutation, and invited the KING and his Followers to eat, are led away by ARIEL. SONG BY ARIEL. Dry those eyes, which are o'erflowing; Ceres' blessing so is on you. [Exeunt ARIEL and the other SPIRITS, dancing fantastically. Alon, Give us kind keepers, Heav'ns!-What were these? Ant. They vanish'd strangely. Gon. No matter, since They've left their viands behind; for we have sto machs. Will't please you taste of what is here? Alon. Not I. Gon. Well, sir, I will; for I am hungry : The devil may fright me, but he shall not starve me. Alon. I will stand to, and feed, although my last: No matter, since I feel the best is past. [Sounds of discordant Instruments.-Three SPIRITS, in the Shape of HARPIES, descend on the Table, and vanish with it, amidst Flames and Groans. A Voice from below. You men of sin, whom destiny hath caus'd The never-surfeited sea to cast up, And on this isle, where man doth not inhabit,- Remember Prospero. [Thunder and Lightning. Alon. "Tis monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; Ant. This isle's enchanted ground; for I have heard Swift voices flying by my ear, and groans Alon. Good Heaven deliver me from this dire place, And all the after actions of my life Shall mark my penitence !-Lead from this spot. [It suddenly grows dark.―Thunder and Lightning.-Several FURIES rise. The FURIES sing. 1 Fury. Where does the black fiend Ambition reside, With the mischievous devil of Pride? 2 Fury. In the lowest and darkest cavern of hell, Both Pride and Ambition do dwell. 1 Fury. Who are the chief leaders of the damn'd host? 2 Fury. Proud monarchs who tyrannize most. Four FURIES. In hell, in hell, in flames they shall reign, 1 |