If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes

Will ever after droop.

Thou art inclin'd to fleep.

Here ceafe more questions;
Tis a good dulnefs,

And give it way; I know, thou canst not chufe

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[Miranda fleeps.

Come away, fervant, come; I'm 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 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 yards, and bolt-fprit, would I frame 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 thake.

Pro. My brave, brave fpirit!

Who was fo firm, fo conitant, that this coyl
Would not infect his reafon ?

Ari. Not a foul

But felt a fever of the mind, and plaid

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 flaring (then like reeds, not hair)
Was the firft man, that leap'd; cry'd, "hell is empty;
"And all the deviis are here."

Pro. Why, that's my Spirit!
But was not this nigh fhore ?

Ari. Close by, my Master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, fafe?
Ari. Not a hair perish'd:

On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before. And as thou bad ft me,
In troops I have difpers'd them 'bout the isle :
The King's fon have I landed by himfelf,
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'dit me up at midnight, to fetch dew
From the ftill vext Bermudas, there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches ftow'd,

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Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I've left alleep; and for the rest 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

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Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work.

What is the time o'th' day !

Ari. Paft the mid feason.

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

Ari. Is there more toil? fince thou dost 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 can'ft demand?

Ari. My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? no more.

Ari, I pr'ythee,

emember, I have done thee worthy fervice;

Told

Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, ferv'd
Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou didst promife
To bate me a full year.

Pro. Doft theu forget

From what a torment I did free thee?

Ari. No.

Pro. Thou doft; and think'ft it much to tread the ooze Of the falt deep;

To run upon the fharp wind of the North;

To do me business in the veins o’th' earth,
When it is bak'd with froft.

Ari. I do not, Sir.

Pro. Thou lyft, malignant thing! haft thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy Was grown into a hoop? haft thou forgot her? Ari. No, Sir.

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

Pro. Oh, was the fo? I muft

Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forget'ft. This damn'd witch Sycorax,
For mifchiefs manifold and forceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,

Thou know'ft, was banish'd: for one thing fhe did,
They would not take her life. Is not this true ?
Ari. Ay, Sir.

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by th' failors; thou, my flave,

As thou report'ft thyfelf, was then her fervant,

And, for thou waft a spirit too delicate

To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refufing her grand hefts, fhe did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her moft unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain

A dozen years, within which space the dy'd,

And left thee there: where thou didst vent thy groans, As faft as mill-wheels ftrike. Then was this Ifland (Save for the fon that fhe did litter here,

A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with
A human shape.

Ari. Yes; Caliban her fon.

Pro. Dull thing, I fay fo: he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in fervice. Thou best know'st,
What torment 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
The pine, and let thee out.

Ari. I thank thee, master.

gape

Pro. If thou more murmur'ft, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, 'till

Thou'ft howl'd away twelve winters.

Ari. Pardon, master.

I will be correfpondent to command,
And do my fp'riting gently.

Pro. Do fo: and after two days

I will discharge thee.

Ari. That's my noble mafter:

What shall I do? fay what? what shall I do?

Pro. Go make thyfelf like to a nymph o'th' fea
Be fubject to no fight but mine: invifible.
To every eye-ball elfe. Go take this fhape
And hither come in it: go hence with diligence.

[Exit Ariel Awake, dear heart, awake! thou haft flept well; Awake

Mira. The ftrangeness of your flory put

Heaviness in me.

Pro. Shake it off: come on ;/

We'll visit Caliban my ftave, who never

Yields us kind answer.

Mira. 'Tis a villain, Sir,

I do not love to look on

Pro. But, as 'tis,

We cannot mifs him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood, and ferves in offices

That

That profit us.

What ho! flave! Caliban!

Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. [within.) There's wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I fay; there's other business for thee. Come, thou Tortoife! when ?

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 flave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth.

Enter Caliban.

Cal. As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd
With raven's feather from unwholfom fen,

Drop on you both a fouth-west blow on ye,
And blifter you all o'er !

Pro. For this be fure, to-night thou fhalt have cramps,
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
Shall, for that vait of night that they may work,
All exercife on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd

As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more flinging
Than bees that made 'em

Cal. I must eat my dinner.

This Island's mine by Sycorax my mother,

Which thou tak'ft from me.

When thou camest first,

Thou Aroak'dit me, and mad'ft much of me; and would't give me

Water with berries in't; and teach me how

To name the bigger light, and how the leis

That burn by day and night; and then I lov'd thee,

And fhew'd thee all the qualities o'th' lle,

The fresh fprings, brine pits; barren place, and fertile.
Curs'd be I, that I did fo! all the charms

Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the Subjects that you have,

Who firit was mine own King; and here you fly me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of th' Island.

Pro.