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THE TEMPE ST. ACT L

Took paiog to make thee speak» taught thee eaeh hoiir Oae thÎQg or other : when thon dîdst &ot, aavage» Know tliine owq meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd th^ purposes With words that made them known : But thy vile race, ThÔBgh tbeu didsl ieara^ had that in't whieh good natoi^ Gould not alnde to be with ; therefore wast thou DeaerTediy çoufin'd into tbis rock, Who had'st deaery'd more than a prison.

€W. Yott taught me language ; and my profit on*t Is, I know how to curse : the red plague rîd you, For learûing me your language t

Pro, Hag-seed, hence !

Petch us in fuel ; and be quick, thon wert best, To answer other business. Shrug*st thou, malice ? If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly What I command, l'Il rack thee with old cramps ; Fill ail thy bones with aches ; make thee roar, That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

Cal, No, *prây thee I—

I must obey : his art is of such power, (Aside,)

It would controi my dam's god, Setebos , And make a vassal of him.

Pro. Soy slave ; hence i

(Exii €AI.IffAN.)

RB-erUer AîRiBls itwUible, playing andêinging; FBftDiirAN»

following^ kim.

Aribl's Sang,

Corne uiUo Iheie yelhw sandê^

And thm take hKmfU :

CourViied when you hdwe, and kUê'd,

(T/ur wiàd waves whist) Foot U feaUy kere^and there , And, sweet spriles, the burden bear,

HaiNt, harkJ ^«MT. Bowgb^ ^owgh». (dispersedl^)

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