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From my own library, with volumes that 1 prize above my Dukedom.

Mira. Would I might

But ever fee that man!

Pro. Now, Farife:

Sit ftill, and hear the last of our fea-forrow.
Here in this island we arriv'd, and here

Have I, thy fchool mafter, made thee more profit
Than other Princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not fo careful..
Mir.Heav'ns thank you fort't! And now, I pray you, Sir
(For ftill 'tis. beating in my mind) your reason
For raising this fea-ftorm

Pro. Know thus far forth;

By accident moft strange, bountiful fortune
(Now my dear Lady) hath mine enemies
Brought to this fhore: and, by my prefcience
I find, my Zenith doth depend upon
A moft aufpicious ftar; whofe influence

If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
'Will ever after droop. Here ceafe more questions.;
Thou art inclin'd to fleep. 'Tis a good dulnefs,
And give it way; I know, thou canst not chufe.-
[Miranda fleeps.
Come away, fèrvant, come; I'm ready now:
Approach, my Aiel. Come.

Enter Ariel.,

Ari. All hail, great mafter! grave Sir, hail! I come To anfwer thy beft pleafure: Be't to fly;

To fwim; to dive into the fire; to ride

On the curl'd clouds: to thy ftrong bidding task
Ariel, and all his qualities.

Pro, Haft thou, fpirit,

Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bade thee?
Ari. To every article.

I boarded the King's fhip now on the beak,
Now in the wafte, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement. Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top maft,

The

The yards, and bolt-fprit, would I flame diftinctly;
Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precurfers
Of dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary

And fight out-running were not; the fire and cracks
Of fulphurous roaring the moft mighty Neptune
Seem'd to befiege, and make his bold waves tremble;
Yea, his dread trident shake.

Pro. My brave, brave spirit!

Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coy
Would not infe& his reason ?

Ari. Not a foul

But felt a fever of the mind, and play'd

Some tricks of defperation: all, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Then all a-fire with me: the King's fon Ferdinand
With hair up-ftaring (then like reeds, not hair)
Was the firft man, that leap'd; cry'd, "hell is empty;
"And all the devils are here.

Pro. Why, that's my fpirit!
But was not this nigh thore?
Ari. Clofe by, my mafter.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, fafe?
Ari. Not a hair perish'd:

On their fuftaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before. And as thou badít me,
In troops I have difpers'd them 'bout the ifle :
The King's fon have I landed by himself,
Whom I left cooling of the air with fighs,
In an odd angle of the ifle, and fitting,
His arms in this fad knot.

Pro. Of the King's fhip,

The mariners, fay how thou haft difpos'd,
And all the reft o' th' fleet?

Ari. Safely in harbour

Is the King's fhip; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dft me up at midnight, to fetch dew
From the fill-vext Bermudas, there she's hid: (9)

The

(9) From the fill-wext Bermoothes] So this word has hitherto. been mistakenly written in all the books. There are about 400

inlands

From my own library, with volumes that
I prize above my Dukedom.

Mira. Would I might

But ever fee that man!

Pro. Now, Farife:

Sit ftill, and hear the last of our fea-forrow.
Here in this ifland we arriv'd, and here
Have I, thy fchool-mafter, made thee more profit
Than other Princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not fo careful..
Mir.Heav'ns thank you fort't! And now, I pray you, Sir
(For ftill 'tis. beating in my mind) your reafon
For raifing this fea-ftorm A

Pro. Know thus far forth;

By accident moft strange, bountiful fortune
(Now my dear Lady) hath mine enemies.
Brought to this fhore: and, by my prefcience
I find, my Zenith doth depend upon
A moft aufpicious ftar; whofe influence

If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes 'Will ever after droop. Here ceafe more questions.;: Thou art inclin'd to fleep. 'Tis a good dulnefs, And give it way; I know, thou canst not chufe.[Miranda Лleeps. Come away, fèrvant, come; I'm ready now: Approach, my Aiel. Come.

Enter Ariel.

Ari. All hail, great mafter! grave Sir, hail! I come To answer thy beft pleasure: Be't to fly;

To fwim; to dive into the fire; to ride

On the curl'd clouds: to thy ftrong bidding task
Ariel, and all his qualities.

Pro. Haft thou, fpirit,

Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bade thee?
Ari. To every article.

I boarded the King's fhip now on the beak,
Now in the wafte, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement. Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top maft,

The

The yards, and bolt-fprit, would I flame diftinctly;
Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precurfers
Of dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary

And fight out-running were not; the fire and cracks
Of fulphurous roaring the moft mighty Neptune
Seem'd to befiege, and make his bold waves tremble;
Yea, his dread trident fhake.

Pro. My brave, brave spirit!

Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coyt
Would not infe& his reafon ?

Ari. Not a foul

But felt a fever of the mind, and play'd

Some tricks of defperation: all, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the veffel,
Then all a-fire with me: the King's fon Ferdinand
With hair up-ftaring (then like reeds, not hair)
Was the first man, that leap'd; cry'd," hell is empty;
"And all the devils are here.

Pro. Why, that's my fpirit!
But was not this nigh thore?
Ari. Clofe by, my mafter.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, fafe?
Ari. Not a hair perish'd:

On their fuftaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before. And as thou badst me,
In troops I have difpers'd them 'bout the ifle :
The King's fon have I landed by himself,
Whom I left cooling of the air with fighs,.
In an odd angle of the ifle, and fitting,
His arms in this fad knot.

Pro. Of the King's fhip,

The mariners, fay how thou haft difpos'd,
And all the reft o' th' fleet?

Ari. Safely in harbour

Is the King's fhip; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dft me up at midnight, to fetch dew
From the fill-vext Bermudas, there she's hid: (9)

The

(9) From the fill-wext Bermoothes] So this word has hitherto. been mistakenly written in all the books. There are about 4001

The mariners all under hatches ftow'd,

Who, with a charm join'd to their suffered labour,
I've left afleep; and for the reft o' th' fleet
(Which I difpers'd) they all have met again,
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,

Bound fadly home for Naples ;

Suppofing, that they faw the King's fhip wreckt,
And his great perfon perish.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge

Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:
What is the time o' th' day?

Ari. Paft the mid icafon.

Pro. At least two glaffes; the time 'twixt fix and now Muft by us both be fpent most precioufly.

Ari. Is there more toil? fince thou doft give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou haft promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pro. How now ? moody?, What is't thou canft demand?

Ari. My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
Ari. I pr'ythee,

Remember, I have done thee worthy fervice;
Told thee no lies, made no miftakings, ferv'd
Without grudge, or grumblings; thou didft promife
To bate me a full year.

iflands in North America, the principal of which was call'd Bermuda from a Spaniard of that name who first discover'd them. They are likewife call'd fummer iflands, from Sir George Summers, who in 1609 made that voyage; and viewing them, probably, first brought the English acquaintea with them, and invited them afterwards to fettle a plantation there.-But why, fill-vext Bermudas? The foil is celebrated for its beauty and fruitfulness; and the air is fo very temperate and ferene, that people lived there to a great age, and are feldom troubled with fickness. But then, on the other hand, thefe iflands are fo furrounded with rocks on all fides, that without a perfect knowledge of the paffage, a fmall veffel cannot be brought to haven. Again, we are told, that they are fubject to violent ftorms, fome times with terrible clattering of thunder, and difmal flashing of lightning. And befides, Sir George Summers, when he made the difcovery, was actually fhipwreck'd on the coaft. This, I take it, might be a fufficient foundation for our Author's using the epithet ftill-vext

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