Tales from Shakespeare | Page 6

of finding, thinking they saw him perish. Of the ship's
crew not one is missing; though each one thinks himself the only one
saved; and the ship, though invisible to them, is safe in the harbor."
"Ariel," said Prospero, "thy charge is faithfully performed; but there is
more work yet."
"Is there more work?" said Ariel. "Let me remind you, master, you
have promised me my liberty. I pray, remember, , I have done you
worthy service, told you no lies, made no mistakes, served you without
grudge or grumbling."
"How now!" said Prospero. "You do not recollect what a torment I
freed you from. Have you forgot the wicked witch Sycorax, who with
age and envy was almost bent double? Where was she born? Speak; tell
me."
"Sir, in Algiers," said Ariel.
"Oh, was she so?" said Prospero. "I must recount what you have been,
which I find you do not remember. This bad witch, Sycorax, for her
witchcrafts, too terrible to enter human hearing, was banished from
Algiers, and here left by the sailors-; and because you were a spirit too
delicate to execute her wicked commands, she shut you up in a tree,
where I found you howling. This torment, remember, I did free you
from."
"Pardon me, dear master," said Ariel, ashamed to seem ungrateful; "I
will obey your commands."
"Do so," said Prospero, "and I will set you free." He then gave orders
what further he would have him do; and away went Ariel, first to where
he had left Ferdinand, and found him still sitting on the grass in the
same melancholy posture.
"Oh, my young gentleman," said Ariel, when he saw him, 'I will soon

move you. You must be brought, I find, for the Lady Miranda to have a
sight of your pretty person. Come. sir,, follow me." He then began
singing:
"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: Hark! now I hear them--Ding-dong, bell."
This strange news of his lost father soon roused the prince from the
stupid fit into which he had fallen. He followed in amazement the
sound of Ariel's voice, till it led him to Prospero and Miranda, who
were sitting under the shade of a large tree. Now Miranda had never
seen a man before, except her own father.
"Miranda," said Prospero, "tell me what you are looking at yonder."
"Oh, father," said Miranda, in a strange surprise, "surely that is a spirit.
Lord! how it looks about! Believe me, sir, it is a beautiful creature. Is it
not a spirit?"
"No, girl," answered her father; "it eats, and sleeps, and has senses such
as we have. This young man you see was in the ship. He is somewhat
altered by grief, or you might call him a handsome person. He has lost
his companions, and is wandering about to find them."
Miranda, who thought all men had grave faces and gray beards like her
father, was delighted with the appearance of this beautiful young prince;
and Ferdinand, seeing such a lovely lady in this desert place, and from
the strange sounds he had heard, expecting nothing but wonders,
thought be was upon an enchanted island, and that Miranda was the
goddess of the place, and as such he began to address her.
She timidly answered, she was no goddess, but a simple maid and was
going to give him an account of herself, when Prospero interrupted her.
He was well pleased to find they admired each other, for he plainly
perceived they had (as we say) fallen in love at first sight: but to try
Ferdinand's constancy, he resolved to throw some difficulties in their
way: therefore, advancing forward, be addressed the prince with a stern
air, telling him, he came to the island as a spy, to take it from him who
was the lord of it. "Follow me," said be. "I will tie your neck and feet
together. You shall drink sea-water; shell-fish, withered roots, and
husks of acorns shall be your food."
"No," said Ferdinand, "I will resist such entertainment till I see a more

powerful enemy," and drew his sword; but Prospero, waving his magic
wand, fixed him to the spot where he stood, so that he had no power to
move.
Miranda hung upon her father, saying: "Why are you so ungentle?
Have pity, I will be his surety. This is the second man I ever saw, and
to me he seems a true one."
"Silence!" said the father. "One word more will make me chide you,
girl! What! an advocate for an impostor! You think there are no more