Ariel. Harsh discord reigns throughout this fatal isle, At which good angels mourn, ill spirits smile. Old Prospero, by his daughters robbed of rest, Has in displeasure left them both unblest. Unkindly they abjure each other's bed, To save the living, and revenge the dead. Alonzo, and his son, are prisoners made, And good Gonzalo does their crimes upbraid. Antonio and Gonzalo disagree, And would, though in one cave, at distance be. The seamen all that cursed wine have spent, Which still renewed their thirst of government; And wanting subjects for the food of power, Each would, to rule alone, the rest devour. The monsters, Sycorax and Caliban, More monstrous grow by passions learned from man. Even I, not framed of warring elements, Partake and suffer in these discontents. Why should a mortal, by enchantments, hold In chains a spirit of etherial mould? Accursed magic we ourselves have taught, And our own power has our subjections wrought! [Exit.
ACT V. SCENE I.
Enter Prospero and Miranda.
Prosp. You beg in vain; I cannot pardon him; He has offended heaven.
Mir. Then let heaven punish him.
Prosp. It will, by me.
Mir. Grant him, at least, some respite for my sake.
Prosp. I, by deferring justice, should incense The deity against myself and you.
Mir. Yet I have heard you say, the powers above Are slow in punishing; and should not you Resemble them?