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A most auspicious star: whose influence,
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop :-here cease more questions ;
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way ;-I know thou canst not choose.-

(Miranda sleeps.) Come away, servants, come; I am ready now; Approach, my Ariel; come.

Enter ARIEL
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail ! I come
To answer thy best pleasure: be 't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task
Ariel, and all his quality.
Pro.

Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?

Ari. To every article.
I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement. Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places ; on the top-mast,
The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the precursors
O the dreadful thunder-claps more momentary
And sight out-running were not: the fire and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
Seemed to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble ;
Yea, his dread trident shake.
Pro.

My brave spirit !
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason?
Ari.

Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mind, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation; all, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair),
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.
Pro.

Why that 's my spirit !
But was not this nigh shore?
Ari.

Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari.

Not a hair perish'd;
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,

But fresher than before : and as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle :
The king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot.
Pro.

Of the king's ship,
The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd,
And all the rest o' the fleet?
Ari.

Safely in harbor
Is the king's ship; in the nook, where once
Thou call dst me 'up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still vexed Bermoothes ; there she's hid;
The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
Whom, with a charm join’d to their suffer'd labor,
I have left asleep, and for the rest o' the fleet,
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound sadly home for Naples ;
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck’d,
And his great person perish.
Pro.

Ariel, my charge
Exactly is perform’d; but there's more work:
What is the time o' the day?
Ari.

Past the mid season.
Pro. At least two glasses : the time 'twixt six and now,
Must by us both be spent most preciously.

Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
Which is not yet performed me.
Pro.

How now! moody?
What is 't thou canst demand ?
Ari.

My liberty.
Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
Ari.

I pray thee
Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise
To bate me a full year.
Pro.

Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
Ari

No.
Pro. Thou dost; and think'st
It much to tread the ooze of the salt deep,
To run upon the sharp wind of the north ;
To do me business in the veins of the earth,

When it is bak’d with frost.
Ari.

I do not, sir.
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy,
Was grown into a hoop? Hast thou forgot her?

Ari. No, sir.
Pro.

Thou hast : where was she born? speak; tell me.
Ari. Sir, in Argier.
Pro.

0, was she so? I must,
Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forgetst. This damn’d witch, Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier
Thou know'st was banish’d, for one thing she did;
They would not take her life: Is not this true ?
Ari.

Aye, sir.
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child,
And here was left by the sailors : Thou, my slave,
As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant :
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine: within which rift,
Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain
A dozen years; within which space she died,
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans,
As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island
(Save for the son which she did litter here,
A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honord with
A human shape.
Ari.

Yes; Caliban her son.
Pro. Dull thing, I say so,-he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
What torments I did find thee in; thy groans
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts
Of ever angry bears : it was a torment
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not again undo; it was mine art,
When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape
The pine and let thee out.
Ari.

I thank thee, master.
Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak,
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou hast howld away twelve winters.

Ari.

Pardon, master :
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.
Pro.

Do so; and after two days
I will discharge thee.
Ar.

That's my noble master !
What shall I do? say? what shall I do?

Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea;
Be subject to no sight but mine ; invisible
To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in 't: hence with diligence.

(Exit Ariel.) Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well: Awake!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.
Pro.

Shake it off; come on ;
We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Yields us kind answer.
Mira.

'Tis a villain, sir,
I do not love to look on.
Pro.

But as 'tis,
We cannot miss him ; he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices
That profit us.

What ho! slave! Caliban !
Thou earth thou ! speak.

Cali. (within.)-There's wood enough within.

Pro. Come forth, I say: there's other business for thee: Come forth, thou tortoise ! when ?

Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph.
Fine apparition! my quaint Ariel !
Hark in thine ear.

Ari. My lord, it shall be done.

(Exit.)

Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

Enter CALIBAN.
Cali. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd
With raven's feather from unwholesome fen
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,
And blister you all oʻer!

Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins

Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee : thou shalt be pinch'd
As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made them.
Cali.

I must eat my dinner!
This island's mine, by Sycorax, my mother,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first,
Thou strok’dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st give me
Water with berries in 't; and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile;
Cursèd be I that did so! All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you !
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the island.
Pro.

Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness,-I have us’d thee,
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodgʻd thee
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honor of my child.

Cali. O ho, o ho! would it had been done!
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.
Pro.

Abhorrèd slave;
Which any print of goodness will not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage,
Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble, like
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known: but thy vile race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confin'd into this, rock,
Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.

Cali. You taught me language; and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curse : the red plague rid you,
For learning me your language !
Pro.

- Hag-seed, hence !
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best,
To answer other business. Shrugʻst thou, malice ?
If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly

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