Shakespeare's The Tempest 1.2 - Prospero Reveals his Secrets

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ACT I SCENE II	The island. Before PROSPERO'S cell.
[Enter PROSPERO and MIRANDA]
MIRANDA	If by your art, my dearest father, you have
	Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them.
	The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch,
	But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
	Dashes the fire out. O, I have suffered	5
	With those that I saw suffer: a brave vessel,
	Who had, no doubt, some noble creature in her,
	Dash'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
	Against my very heart. Poor souls, they perish'd.
	Had I been any god of power, I would	10
	Have sunk the sea within the earth or ere
	It should the good ship so have swallow'd and
	The fraughting souls within her.
PROSPERO	Be collected:
	No more amazement: tell your piteous heart	15
	There's no harm done.
MIRANDA	O, woe the day!
PROSPERO	No harm.
	I have done nothing but in care of thee,
	Of thee, my dear one, thee, my daughter, who	20
	Art ignorant of what thou art, nought knowing
	Of whence I am, nor that I am more better
	Than Prospero, master of a full poor cell,
	And thy no greater father.
MIRANDA	More to know	25
	Did never meddle with my thoughts.
PROSPERO	'Tis time
	I should inform thee farther. Lend thy hand,
	And pluck my magic garment from me. So:
[Lays down his mantle]
	Lie there, my art. Wipe thou thine eyes; have comfort.	30
	The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd
	The very virtue of compassion in thee,
	I have with such provision in mine art
	So safely ordered that there is no soul--
	No, not so much perdition as an hair	35
	Betid to any creature in the vessel
	Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink. Sit down;
	For thou must now know farther.
MIRANDA	You have often
	Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp'd	40
	And left me to a bootless inquisition,
	Concluding 'Stay: not yet.'
PROSPERO	The hour's now come;
	The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
	Obey and be attentive. Canst thou remember	45
	A time before we came unto this cell?
	I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
	Out three years old.
MIRANDA	Certainly, sir, I can.
PROSPERO	By what? by any other house or person?	50
	Of any thing the image tell me that
	Hath kept with thy remembrance.
MIRANDA	'Tis far off
	And rather like a dream than an assurance
	That my remembrance warrants. Had I not	55
	Four or five women once that tended me?
PROSPERO	Thou hadst, and more, Miranda. But how is it
	That this lives in thy mind? What seest thou else
	In the dark backward and abysm of time?
	If thou remember'st aught ere thou camest here,	60
	How thou camest here thou mayst.
MIRANDA	But that I do not.
PROSPERO	Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,
	Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
	A prince of power.	65
MIRANDA	Sir, are not you my father?
PROSPERO	Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
	She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
	Was Duke of Milan; and thou his only heir
	And princess no worse issued.	70
MIRANDA	O the heavens!
	What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
	Or blessed was't we did?
PROSPERO	Both, both, my girl:
	By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heaved thence,	75
	But blessedly holp hither.
MIRANDA	O, my heart bleeds
	To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to,
	Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.
PROSPERO	My brother and thy uncle, call'd Antonio--	80
	I pray thee, mark me--that a brother should
	Be so perfidious!--he whom next thyself
	Of all the world I loved and to him put
	The manage of my state; as at that time
	Through all the signories it was the first	85
	And Prospero the prime duke, being so reputed
	In dignity, and for the liberal arts
	Without a parallel; those being all my study,
	The government I cast upon my brother
	And to my state grew stranger, being transported	90
	And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle--
	Dost thou attend me?
MIRANDA	Sir, most heedfully.
PROSPERO	Being once perfected how to grant suits,
	How to deny them, who to advance and who	95
	To trash for over-topping, new created
	The creatures that were mine, I say, or changed 'em,
	Or else new form'd 'em; having both the key
	Of officer and office, set all hearts i' the state
	To what tune pleased his ear; that now he was	100
	The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
	And suck'd my verdure out on't. Thou attend'st not.
MIRANDA	O, good sir, I do.
PROSPERO	I pray thee, mark me.
	I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated	105
	To closeness and the bettering of my mind
	With that which, but by being so retired,
	O'er-prized all popular rate, in my false brother
	Awaked an evil nature; and my trust,
	Like a good parent, did beget of him	110
	A falsehood in its contrary as great
	As my trust was; which had indeed no limit,
	A confidence sans bound. He being thus lorded,
	Not only with what my revenue yielded,
	But what my power might else exact, like one	115
	Who having into truth, by telling of it,
	Made such a sinner of his memory,
	To credit his own lie, he did believe
	He was indeed the duke; out o' the substitution
	And executing the outward face of royalty,	120
	With all prerogative: hence his ambition growing--
	Dost thou hear?
MIRANDA	Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.
PROSPERO	To have no screen between this part he play'd
	And him he play'd it for, he needs will be	125
	Absolute Milan. Me, poor man, my library
	Was dukedom large enough: of temporal royalties
	He thinks me now incapable; confederates--
	So dry he was for sway--wi' the King of Naples
	To give him annual tribute, do him homage,	130
	Subject his coronet to his crown and bend
	The dukedom yet unbow'd--alas, poor Milan!--
	To most ignoble stooping.
MIRANDA	O the heavens!
PROSPERO	Mark his condition and the event; then tell me	135
	If this might be a brother.
MIRANDA	I should sin
	To think but nobly of my grandmother:
	Good wombs have borne bad sons.
PROSPERO	Now the condition.	140
	The King of Naples, being an enemy
	To me inveterate, hearkens my brother's suit;
	Which was, that he, in lieu o' the premises
	Of homage and I know not how much tribute,
	Should presently extirpate me and mine	145
	Out of the dukedom and confer fair Milan
	With all the honours on my brother: whereon,
	A treacherous army levied, one midnight
	Fated to the purpose did Antonio open
	The gates of Milan, and, i' the dead of darkness,	150
	The ministers for the purpose hurried thence
	Me and thy crying self.
MIRANDA	Alack, for pity!
	I, not remembering how I cried out then,
	Will cry it o'er again: it is a hint	155
	That wrings mine eyes to't.
PROSPERO	Hear a little further
	And then I'll bring thee to the present business
	Which now's upon's; without the which this story
	Were most impertinent.	160
MIRANDA	Wherefore did they not
	That hour destroy us?
PROSPERO	Well demanded, wench:
	My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,
	So dear the love my people bore me, nor set	165
	A mark so bloody on the business, but
	With colours fairer painted their foul ends.
	In few, they hurried us aboard a bark,
	Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepared
	A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd,	170
	Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats
	Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us,
	To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to sigh
	To the winds whose pity, sighing back again,
	Did us but loving wrong.	175
MIRANDA	Alack, what trouble
	Was I then to you!
PROSPERO	O, a cherubim
	Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile.
	Infused with a fortitude from heaven,	180
	When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt,
	Under my burthen groan'd; which raised in me
	An undergoing stomach, to bear up
	Against what should ensue.
MIRANDA	How came we ashore?	185
PROSPERO	By Providence divine.
	Some food we had and some fresh water that
	A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
	Out of his charity, being then appointed
	Master of this design, did give us, with	190
	Rich garments, linens, stuffs and necessaries,
	Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
	Knowing I loved my books, he furnish'd me
	From mine own library with volumes that
	I prize above my dukedom.	195
MIRANDA	Would I might
	But ever see that man!
PROSPERO	Now I arise:
[Resumes his mantle]
	Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow.
	Here in this island we arrived; and here	200
	Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
	Than other princesses can that have more time
	For vainer hours and tutors not so careful.
MIRANDA	Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir,
	For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason	205
	For raising this sea-storm?
PROSPERO	Know thus far forth.
	By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune,
	Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
	Brought to this shore; and by my prescience	210
	I find my zenith doth depend upon
	A most auspicious star, whose influence
	If now I court not but omit, my fortunes
	Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions:
	Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,	215
	And give it way: I know thou canst not choose.
[MIRANDA sleeps]
	Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.
	Approach, my Ariel, come.
[Enter ARIEL]
ARIEL	All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come
	To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,	220
	To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
	On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task
	Ariel and all his quality.
PROSPERO	Hast thou, spirit,
	Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?	225
ARIEL	To every article.
	I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
	Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
	I flamed amazement: sometime I'ld divide,
	And burn in many places; on the topmast,	230
	The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
	Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors
	O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
	And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks
	Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune	235
	Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,
	Yea, his dread trident shake.
PROSPERO	My brave spirit!
	Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
	Would not infect his reason?	240
ARIEL	Not a soul
	But felt a fever of the mad and play'd
	Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
	Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,
	Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,	245
	With hair up-staring,--then like reeds, not hair,--
	Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty
	And all the devils are here.'
PROSPERO	Why that's my spirit!
	But was not this nigh shore?	250
ARIEL	Close by, my master.
PROSPERO	But are they, Ariel, safe?
ARIEL	Not a hair perish'd;
	On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
	But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me,	255
	In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.
	The king's son have I landed by himself;
	Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
	In an odd angle of the isle and sitting,
	His arms in this sad knot.	260
PROSPERO	Of the king's ship
	The mariners say how thou hast disposed
	And all the rest o' the fleet.
ARIEL	Safely in harbour
	Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once	265
	Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
	From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:
	The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
	Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
	I have left asleep; and for the rest o' the fleet	270
	Which I dispersed, they all have met again
	And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
	Bound sadly home for Naples,
	Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd
	And his great person perish.	275
PROSPERO	Ariel, thy charge
	Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work.
	What is the time o' the day?
ARIEL	Past the mid season.
PROSPERO	At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now	280
	Must by us both be spent most preciously.
ARIEL	Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
	Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
	Which is not yet perform'd me.
PROSPERO	How now? moody?	285
	What is't thou canst demand?
ARIEL	My liberty.
PROSPERO	Before the time be out? no more!
ARIEL	I prithee,
	Remember I have done thee worthy service;	290
	Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served
	Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise
	To bate me a full year.
PROSPERO	Dost thou forget
	From what a torment I did free thee?	295
ARIEL	No.
PROSPERO	Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze
	Of the salt deep,
	To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
	To do me business in the veins o' the earth	300
	When it is baked with frost.
ARIEL	I do not, sir.
PROSPERO	Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
	The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
	Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?	305
ARIEL	No, sir.
PROSPERO	Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.
ARIEL	Sir, in Argier.
PROSPERO	O, was she so? I must
	Once in a month recount what thou hast been,	310
	Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax,
	For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible
	To enter human hearing, from Argier,
	Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did
	They would not take her life. Is not this true?	315
ARIEL	Ay, sir.
PROSPERO	This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child
	And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
	As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant;
	And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate	320
	To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
	Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
	By help of her more potent ministers
	And in her most unmitigable rage,
	Into a cloven pine; within which rift	325
	Imprison'd thou didst painfully remain
	A dozen years; within which space she died
	And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans
	As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island--
	Save for the son that she did litter here,	330
	A freckled whelp hag-born--not honour'd with
	A human shape.
ARIEL	Yes, Caliban her son.
PROSPERO	Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban
	Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st	335
	What torment I did find thee in; thy groans
	Did make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts
	Of ever angry bears: it was a torment
	To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
	Could not again undo: it was mine art,	340
	When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape
	The pine and let thee out.
ARIEL	I thank thee, master.
PROSPERO	If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak
	And peg thee in his knotty entrails till	345
	Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
ARIEL	Pardon, master;
	I will be correspondent to command
	And do my spiriting gently.
PROSPERO	Do so, and after two days	350
	I will discharge thee.
ARIEL	That's my noble master!
	What shall I do? say what; what shall I do?
PROSPERO	Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject
	To no sight but thine and mine, invisible	355
	To every eyeball else. Go take this shape
	And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence!
[Exit ARIEL]
	Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!
MIRANDA	The strangeness of your story put
	Heaviness in me.	360
PROSPERO	Shake it off. Come on;
	We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never
	Yields us kind answer.
MIRANDA	'Tis a villain, sir,
	I do not love to look on.	365
PROSPERO	But, as 'tis,
	We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
	Fetch in our wood and serves in offices
	That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!
	Thou earth, thou! speak.	370
CALIBAN	[Within] There's wood enough within.
PROSPERO	Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee:
	Come, thou tortoise! when?
[Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph]
	Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
	Hark in thine ear.	375
ARIEL	My lord it shall be done.
[Exit]
PROSPERO	Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
	Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
[Enter CALIBAN]
CALIBAN	As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd
	With raven's feather from unwholesome fen	380
	Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye
	And blister you all o'er!
PROSPERO	For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
	Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
	Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,	385
	All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'd
	As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
	Than bees that made 'em.
CALIBAN	I must eat my dinner.
	This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,	390
	Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,
	Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give me
	Water with berries in't, and teach me how
	To name the bigger light, and how the less,
	That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee	395
	And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
	The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:
	Cursed be I that did so! All the charms
	Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
	For I am all the subjects that you have,	400
	Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me
	In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
	The rest o' the island.
PROSPERO	Thou most lying slave,
	Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,	405
	Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee
	In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
	The honour of my child.
CALIBAN	O ho, O ho! would't had been done!
	Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else	410
	This isle with Calibans.
PROSPERO	Abhorred slave,
	Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
	Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
	Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour	415
	One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
	Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
	A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
	With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
	Though thou didst learn, had that in't which	420
	good natures
	Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
	Deservedly confined into this rock,
	Who hadst deserved more than a prison.
CALIBAN	You taught me language; and my profit on't	425
	Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
	For learning me your language!
PROSPERO	Hag-seed, hence!
	Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best,
	To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?	430
	If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly
	What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
	Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar
	That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
CALIBAN	No, pray thee.	435
[Aside]
	I must obey: his art is of such power,
	It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
	and make a vassal of him.
PROSPERO	So, slave; hence!
[Exit CALIBAN]
[ Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following ]
ARIEL'S song.
	Come unto these yellow sands,	440
	And then take hands:
	Courtsied when you have and kiss'd
	The wild waves whist,
	Foot it featly here and there;
	And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.	445
	Hark, hark!
	[Burthen (dispersedly, within) Bow-wow]
	The watch-dogs bark!
[Burthen Bow-wow]
	Hark, hark! I hear
	The strain of strutting chanticleer	450
	Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
FERDINAND	Where should this music be? i' the air or the earth?
	It sounds no more: and sure, it waits upon
	Some god o' the island. Sitting on a bank,
	Weeping again the king my father's wreck,	455
	This music crept by me upon the waters,
	Allaying both their fury and my passion
	With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
	Or it hath drawn me rather. But 'tis gone.
	No, it begins again.	460
[ARIEL sings]
	Full fathom five thy father lies;
	Of his bones are coral made;
	Those are pearls that were his eyes:
	Nothing of him that doth fade
	But doth suffer a sea-change	465
	Into something rich and strange.
	Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell
[Burthen Ding-dong]
	Hark! now I hear them,--Ding-dong, bell.
FERDINAND	The ditty does remember my drown'd father.
	This is no mortal business, nor no sound	470
	That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.
PROSPERO	The fringed curtains of thine eye advance
	And say what thou seest yond.
MIRANDA	What is't? a spirit?
	Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,	475
	It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.
PROSPERO	No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses
	As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest
	Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd
	With grief that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him	480
	A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows
	And strays about to find 'em.
MIRANDA	I might call him
	A thing divine, for nothing natural
	I ever saw so noble.	485
PROSPERO	[Aside] It goes on, I see,
	As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee
	Within two days for this.
FERDINAND	Most sure, the goddess
	On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer	490
	May know if you remain upon this island;
	And that you will some good instruction give
	How I may bear me here: my prime request,
	Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
	If you be maid or no?	495
MIRANDA	No wonder, sir;
	But certainly a maid.
FERDINAND	My language! heavens!
	I am the best of them that speak this speech,
	Were I but where 'tis spoken.	500
PROSPERO	How? the best?
	What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
FERDINAND	A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
	To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;
	And that he does I weep: myself am Naples,	505
	Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld
	The king my father wreck'd.
MIRANDA	Alack, for mercy!
FERDINAND	Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan
	And his brave son being twain.	510
PROSPERO	[Aside] The Duke of Milan
	And his more braver daughter could control thee,
	If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight
	They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel,
	I'll set thee free for this.	515
[To FERDINAND]
	A word, good sir;
	I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
MIRANDA	Why speaks my father so ungently? This
	Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first
	That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father	520
	To be inclined my way!
FERDINAND	O, if a virgin,
	And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
	The queen of Naples.
PROSPERO	Soft, sir! one word more.	525
[Aside]
	They are both in either's powers; but this swift business
	I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
	Make the prize light.
[To FERDINAND]
	One word more; I charge thee
	That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp	530
	The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself
	Upon this island as a spy, to win it
	From me, the lord on't.
FERDINAND	No, as I am a man.
MIRANDA	There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:	535
	If the ill spirit have so fair a house,
	Good things will strive to dwell with't.
PROSPERO	Follow me.
	Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come;
	I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:	540
	Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
	The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots and husks
	Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.
FERDINAND	No;
	I will resist such entertainment till	545
	Mine enemy has more power.
[Draws, and is charmed from moving]
MIRANDA	O dear father,
	Make not too rash a trial of him, for
	He's gentle and not fearful.
PROSPERO	What? I say,	550
	My foot 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,
	For I can here disarm thee with this stick
	And make thy weapon drop.	555
MIRANDA	Beseech you, father.
PROSPERO	Hence! hang not on my garments.
MIRANDA	Sir, have pity;
	I'll be his surety.
PROSPERO	Silence! one word more	560
	Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What!
	An advocate for an imposter! hush!
	Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
	Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!
	To the most of men this is a Caliban	565
	And they to him are angels.
MIRANDA	My affections
	Are then most humble; I have no ambition
	To see a goodlier man.
PROSPERO	Come on; obey:	570
	Thy nerves are in their infancy again
	And have no vigour in them.
FERDINAND	So they are;
	My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
	My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,	575
	The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats,
	To whom I am subdued, are but 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	580
	Have I in such a prison.
PROSPERO	[Aside] It works.
[To FERDINAND]
	Come on.
	Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!
[To FERDINAND]
	Follow me.	585
[To ARIEL]
	Hark what thou else shalt do me.
MIRANDA	Be of comfort;
	My father's of a better nature, sir,
	Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted
	Which now came from him.	590
PROSPERO	Thou shalt be free
	As mountain winds: but then exactly do
	All points of my command.
ARIEL	To the syllable.
PROSPERO	Come, follow. Speak not for him.	595
[Exeunt]