The Tempest: Act 1, Scene 2

Miranda

2 - 14

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 th’ welkin’s cheek,
Dashes the fire out. O! I have suffered
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
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

15 - 17

Be collected,
No more amazement. Tell your piteous heart
There’s no harm done.

Miranda

18

O woe the day!

Prospero

19 - 25

No harm:
I have done nothing, but in care of thee
(Of thee my dear one, thee my daughter), who
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

26 - 27

More to know
Did never meddle with my thoughts.

Prospero

28 - 40

’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.
The direful spectacle of the wrack, 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
Betid to any creature in the vessel
Which thou heardst cry, which thou saw’st sink. Sit down,
For thou must now know farther.

Miranda

41 - 44

You have often
Begun to tell me what I am, but stopp’d
And left me to a bootless inquisition,
Concluding, “Stay: not yet.”

Prospero

45 - 50

The hour’s now come,
The very minute bids thee ope thine ear.
Obey, and be attentive. Canst thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?
I do not think thou canst, for then thou wast not
Out three years old.

Miranda

51

Certainly, sir, I can.

Prospero

52 - 54

By what? By any other house, or person?
Of any thing the image, tell me, that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Miranda

55 - 58

’Tis far off;
And rather like a dream than an assurance
That my remembrance warrants. Had I not
Four, or five, women once that tended me?

Prospero

59 - 63

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 rememb’rest aught ere thou cam’st here,
How thou cam’st here thou mayst.

Miranda

64

But that I do not.

Prospero

65 - 67

Twelve year since, Miranda, twelve year since,
Thy father was the Duke of Milan and
A prince of power.

Miranda

68

Sir, are not you my father?

Prospero

69 - 72

Thy mother was a piece of virtue, and
She said thou wast my daughter; and thy father
Was Duke of Milan, and his only heir
And princess no worse issued.

Miranda

73 - 75

O the heavens,
What foul play had we, that we came from thence?
Or blessed was’t we did?

Prospero

76 - 78

Both, both, my girl.
By foul play (as thou say’st) were we heav’d thence,
But blessedly holp hither.

Miranda

79 - 81

O, my heart bleeds
To think o’ th’ teen that I have turn’d you to,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you, farther.

Prospero

82 - 94

My brother and thy uncle, call’d Antonio—
I pray thee mark me—that a brother should
Be so perfidious!—he whom next thyself
Of all the world I lov’d, and to him put
The manage of my state, as at that time
Through all the signories it was the first,
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
And rapt in secret studies. Thy false uncle—
Dost thou attend me?

Miranda

95

Sir, most heedfully.

Prospero

96 - 104

Being once perfected how to grant suits,
How to deny them, who t’ advance, and who
To trash for overtopping, new created
The creatures that were mine, I say, or chang’d ’em,
Or else new form’d ’em; having both the key
Of officer and office, set all hearts i’ th’ state
To what tune pleas’d his ear, that now he was
The ivy which had hid my princely trunk,
And suck’d my verdure out on’t. Thou attend’st not!

Miranda

105

O, good sir, I do.

Prospero

106 - 124

I pray thee mark me.
I, thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated
To closeness and the bettering of my mind
With that which, but by being so retir’d,
O’er-priz’d all popular rate, in my false brother
Awak’d an evil nature, and my trust,
Like a good parent, did beget of him
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
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’ th’ substitution,
And executing th’ outward face of royalty
With all prerogative. Hence his ambition growing—
Dost thou hear?

Miranda

125

Your tale, sir, would cure deafness.

Prospero

126 - 135

To have no screen between this part he play’d
And him he play’d it for, he needs will be
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’ th’ King of Naples
To give him annual tribute, do him homage,
Subject his coronet to his crown, and bend
The dukedom yet unbow’d (alas, poor Milan!)
To most ignoble stooping.

Miranda

136

O the heavens!

Prospero

137 - 138

Mark his condition, and th’ event, then tell me
If this might be a brother.

Miranda

139 - 141

I should sin
To think but nobly of my grandmother.
Good wombs have borne bad sons.

Prospero

142 - 154

Now the condition.
This King of Naples, being an enemy
To me inveterate, hearkens my brother’s suit,
Which was, that he in lieu o’ th’ premises,
Of homage, and I know not how much tribute,
Should presently extirpate me and mine
Out of the dukedom, and confer fair Milan
With all the honors on my brother; whereon,
A treacherous army levied, one midnight
Fated to th’ purpose, did Antonio open
The gates of Milan, and i’ th’ dead of darkness
The ministers for th’ purpose hurried thence
Me and thy crying self.

Miranda

155 - 158

Alack, for pity!
I, not rememb’ring how I cried out then,
Will cry it o’er again. It is a hint
That wrings mine eyes to’t.

Prospero

159 - 162

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.

Miranda

163 - 164

Wherefore did they not
That hour destroy us?

Prospero

165 - 177

Well demanded, wench;
My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not,
So dear the love my people bore me; nor set
A mark so bloody on the business; but
With colors 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 butt, not rigg’d,
Nor tackle, sail, nor mast, the very rats
Instinctively have quit it. There they hoist us,
To cry to th’ sea, that roar’d to us; to sigh
To th’ winds, whose pity, sighing back again,
Did us but loving wrong.

Miranda

178 - 179

Alack, what trouble
Was I then to you!

Prospero

180 - 186

O, a cherubin
Thou wast that did preserve me. Thou didst smile,
Infused with a fortitude from heaven,
When I have deck’d the sea with drops full salt,
Under my burden groan’d, which rais’d in me
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should ensue.

Miranda

187

How came we ashore?

Prospero

188 - 197

By Providence divine.
Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Out of his charity, who being then appointed
Master of this design, did give us, with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much; so of his gentleness,
Knowing I lov’d my books, he furnish’d me
From mine own library with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.

Miranda

198 - 199

Would I might
But ever see that man!

Prospero

200 - 206

Now I arise.
Puts on his robe.
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow:
Here in this island we arriv’d, and here
Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
Than other princess’ can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.

Miranda

207 - 209

Heavens thank you for’t! And now I pray you, sir,
For still ’tis beating in my mind, your reason
For raising this sea-storm?

Prospero

210 - 222

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
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 inclin’d to sleep; ’tis a good dullness,
And give it way. I know thou canst not choose.
Miranda sleeps.
Come away, servant, come; I am ready now,
Approach, my Ariel. Come.

Ariel

224 - 228

All hail, great master, grave sir, hail! I come
To answer thy best pleasure; be’t to fly,
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

229 - 230

Hast thou, spirit,
Perform’d to point the tempest that I bade thee?

Ariel

231 - 242

To every article.
I boarded the King’s ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam’d amazement. Sometime I’ld divide,
And burn in many places; on the topmast,
The yards and boresprit, would I flame distinctly,
Then meet and join. Jove’s lightning, the precursors
O’ th’ dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks
Of sulfurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.

Prospero

243 - 245

My brave spirit!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason?

Ariel

246 - 253

Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad, and play’d
Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
Plung’d in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel;
Then all afire with me, the King’s son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair),
Was the first man that leapt; cried, “Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.”

Prospero

254 - 255

Why, that’s my spirit!
But was not this nigh shore?

Ariel

256

Close by, my master.

Prospero

257

But are they, Ariel, safe?

Ariel

258 - 265

Not a hair perish’d;
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before; and as thou badst me,
In troops I have dispers’d 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.

Prospero

266 - 268

Of the King’s ship,
The mariners, say how thou hast dispos’d,
And all the rest o’ th’ fleet.

Ariel

269 - 280

Safely in harbor
Is the King’s ship, in the deep nook, where once
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 stowed,
Who, with a charm join’d to their suff’red labor,
I have left asleep; and for the rest o’ th’ fleet
(Which I dispers’d), they all have met again,
And are upon the Mediterranean float
Bound sadly home for Naples,
Supposing that they saw the King’s ship wrack’d,
And his great person perish.

Prospero

281 - 283

Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform’d; but there’s more work.
What is the time o’ th’ day?

Ariel

284

Past the mid season.

Prospero

285 - 286

At least two glasses. The time ’twixt six and now
Must by us both be spent most preciously.

Ariel

287 - 289

Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis’d,
Which is not yet perform’d me.

Prospero

290 - 291

How now? Moody?
What is’t thou canst demand?

Ariel

292

My liberty.

Prospero

293

Before the time be out? No more!

Ariel

294 - 298

I prithee,
Remember I have done thee worthy service,
Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, serv’d
Without or grudge or grumblings. Thou did promise
To bate me a full year.

Prospero

299 - 300

Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?

Ariel

301

No.

Prospero

302 - 306

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’ th’ earth
When it is bak’d with frost.

Ariel

307

I do not, sir.

Prospero

308 - 310

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?

Ariel

311

No, sir.

Prospero

312

Thou hast. Where was she born? Speak. Tell me.

Ariel

313

Sir, in Argier.

Prospero

314 - 320

O, was she so? I must
Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
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?

Ariel

321

Ay, sir.

Prospero

322 - 337

This blue-ey’d hag was hither brought with child,
And here was left by th’ sailors. Thou, my slave,
As thou report’st thyself, was then her servant,
And for thou wast a spirit too delicate
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
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,
A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honor’d with
A human shape.

Ariel

338

Yes—Caliban her son.

Prospero

339 - 347

Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know’st
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,
When I arriv’d and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.

Ariel

348

I thank thee, master.

Prospero

349 - 351

If thou more murmur’st, I will rend an oak
And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
Thou hast howl’d away twelve winters.

Ariel

352 - 354

Pardon, master,
I will be correspondent to command
And do my spriting gently.

Prospero

355 - 356

Do so; and after two days
I will discharge thee.

Ariel

357 - 358

That’s my noble master!
What shall I do? Say what? What shall I do?

Prospero

359 - 365

Go make thyself like a nymph o’ th’ sea; be subject
To no sight but thine and mine, invisible
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

366 - 367

The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.

Prospero

368 - 370

Shake it off. Come on,
We’ll visit Caliban my slave, who never
Yields us kind answer.

Miranda

371 - 372

’Tis a villain, sir,
I do not love to look on.

Prospero

373 - 377

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.

Caliban

378 - 379

Within.
There’s wood enough within.

Prospero

380 - 384

Come forth, I say, there’s other business for thee.
Come, thou tortoise, when?
Enter Ariel like a water-nymph.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.

Ariel

385

My lord, it shall be done.

Prospero

387 - 388

Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

Caliban

390 - 393

As wicked dew as e’er my mother brush’d
With raven’s feather from unwholesome fen
Drop on you both! A south-west blow on ye,
And blister you all o’er!

Prospero

394 - 399

For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps,
Side-stitches, that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch’d
As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made ’em.

Caliban

400 - 414

I must eat my dinner.
This island’s mine by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak’st from me. When thou cam’st first,
Thou strok’st me and made 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 lov’d thee
And show’d thee all the qualities o’ th’ isle,
The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile.
Curs’d 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,
Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest o’ th’ island.

Prospero

415 - 419

Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have us’d thee
(Filth as thou art) with human care, and lodg’d thee
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honor of my child.

Caliban

420 - 422

O ho, O ho, would’t had been done!
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.

Miranda

423 - 434

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
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 vild race
(Though thou didst learn) had that in’t which good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confin’d into this rock,
Who hadst deserv’d more than a prison.

Caliban

435 - 437

You taught me language, and my profit on’t
Is, I know how to curse. The red-plague rid you
For learning me your language!

Prospero

438 - 444

Hag-seed, hence!
Fetch us in fuel, and be quick, thou’rt best,
To answer other business. Shrug’st thou, malice?
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

445 - 449

No, pray thee.
Aside.
I must obey. His art is of such pow’r,
It would control my dam’s god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.

Prospero

450

So, slave, hence!

Ariel

454 - 469

Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Curtsied when you have, and kiss’d,
The wild waves whist:
Foot it featly here and there,
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Hark, hark!
Burden, dispersedly, within.
Bow-wow.
The watch-dogs bark!
Burden, dispersedly, within.
Bow-wow.
Hark, hark, I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer:
Cry within.
Cock-a-diddle-dow.

Ferdinand

470 - 478

Where should this music be? I’ th’ air, or th’ earth?
It sounds no more; and sure it waits upon
Some god o’ th’ island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the King my father’s wrack,
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.

Ariel

480 - 489

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
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Burden within.
Ding-dong.
Hark now I hear them—ding-dong bell.

Ferdinand

490 - 492

The ditty does remember my drown’d father.
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.

Prospero

493 - 494

The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
And say what thou seest yond.

Miranda

495 - 497

What, is’t a spirit?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form. But ’tis a spirit.

Prospero

498 - 503

No, wench, it eats, and sleeps, and hath such senses
As we have—such. This gallant which thou seest
Was in the wrack; and but he’s something stain’d
With grief (that’s beauty’s canker), thou mightst call him
A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows,
And strays about to find ’em.

Miranda

504 - 506

I might call him
A thing divine, for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.

Prospero

507 - 510

Aside.
It goes on, I see,
As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit, I’ll free thee
Within two days for this.

Ferdinand

511 - 517

Most sure, the goddess
On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my pray’r
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?

Miranda

518 - 519

No wonder, sir,
But certainly a maid.

Ferdinand

520 - 522

My language? Heavens!
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where ’tis spoken.

Prospero

523 - 524

How? The best?
What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?

Ferdinand

525 - 529

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,
Who with mine eyes (never since at ebb) beheld
The King my father wrack’d.

Miranda

530

Alack, for mercy!

Ferdinand

531 - 532

Yes, faith, and all his lords, the Duke of Milan
And his brave son being twain.

Prospero

533 - 539

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 chang’d eyes. Delicate Ariel,
I’ll set thee free for this.—A word, good sir,
I fear you have done yourself some wrong; a word.

Miranda

540 - 543

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
To be inclin’d my way!

Ferdinand

544 - 546

O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I’ll make you
The Queen of Naples.

Prospero

547 - 555

Soft, sir, one word more.
Aside.
They are both in either’s pow’rs; but this swift business
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light.—One word more: I charge thee
That thou attend me. Thou dost here usurp
The name thou ow’st not, and hast put thyself
Upon this island as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on’t.

Ferdinand

556

No, as I am a man.

Miranda

557 - 559

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.

Prospero

560 - 565

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 mussels, wither’d roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

Ferdinand

566 - 568

No,
I will resist such entertainment till
Mine enemy has more pow’r.

Miranda

570 - 572

O dear father,
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He’s gentle, and not fearful.

Prospero

573 - 578

What, I say,
My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor,
Who mak’st a show but dar’st 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.

Miranda

579

Beseech you, father.

Prospero

580

Hence! Hang not on my garments.

Miranda

581 - 582

Sir, have pity,
I’ll be his surety.

Prospero

583 - 589

Silence! One word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What,
An advocate for an impostor? Hush!
Thou think’st there is 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.

Miranda

590 - 592

My affections
Are then most humble; I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.

Prospero

593 - 596

To Ferdinand.
Come on, obey:
Thy nerves are in their infancy again
And have no vigor in them.

Ferdinand

597 - 605

So they are.
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father’s loss, the weakness which I feel,
The wrack of all my friends, nor this man’s threats
To whom I am subdu’d, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid. All corners else o’ th’ earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I in such a prison.

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Aside.
It works.
To Ferdinand.
Come on.—
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!
To Ferdinand.
Follow me.
To Ariel.
Hark what thou else shalt do me.

Miranda

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Be of comfort,
My father’s of a better nature, sir,
Than he appears by speech. This is unwonted
Which now came from him.

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Thou shalt be as free
As mountain winds; but then exactly do
All points of my command.

Ariel

622

To th’ syllable.

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To Ferdinand.
Come, follow.
To Miranda.
Speak not for him.

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