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. Have I, thy fchool mafter, made thee more profit Pro. Know thus far forth; By accident moft strange, bountiful fortune If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes 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 Pro, Haft thou, fpirit, Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bade thee? I boarded the King's fhip now on the beak, The The yards, and bolt-fprit, would I flame diftinctly; And fight out-running were not; the fire and cracks Pro. My brave, brave spirit! Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coy Ari. Not a foul But felt a fever of the mind, and play'd Some tricks of defperation: all, but mariners, Pro. Why, that's my fpirit! On their fuftaining garments not a blemish, Pro. Of the King's fhip, The mariners, fay how thou haft difpos'd, Ari. Safely in harbour Is the King's fhip; in the deep nook, where once 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 Mira. Would I might But ever fee that man! Pro. Now, Farife: Sit ftill, and hear the last of our fea-forrow. Pro. Know thus far forth; By accident moft strange, bountiful fortune 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 Pro. Haft thou, fpirit, Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bade thee? I boarded the King's fhip now on the beak, The The yards, and bolt-fprit, would I flame diftinctly; And fight out-running were not; the fire and cracks Pro. My brave, brave spirit! Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coyt Ari. Not a foul But felt a fever of the mind, and play'd Some tricks of defperation: all, but mariners, Pro. Why, that's my fpirit! On their fuftaining garments not a blemish, Pro. Of the King's fhip, The mariners, fay how thou haft difpos'd, Ari. Safely in harbour Is the King's fhip; in the deep nook, where once 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, Bound fadly home for Naples ; Suppofing, that they faw the King's fhip wreckt, Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: 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. Remember, I have done thee worthy fervice; 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 Pro |