Come away, servant, come. Enter Ariel. I am ready now. Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come. Pros. ト To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Ari. To every article. Pros. Ari. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, 190 The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, 200 sors O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary My brave spirit! Not a soul Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners 210 Pros. Ari. Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty, Why, that's my spirit. But was not this nigh shore? Close by, my master. Not a hair perish'd; Pros. But are they, Ariel, safe? Ari. Pros. Ari. Pros. On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Of the king's ship, The mariners, say how thou hast disposed, 220 Safely in harbour Bound sadly home for Naples; Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work. Ari. Past the mid season. 241 Pros. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now Pros. What is 't thou canst demand? How now? moody? Ari. My liberty. Pros. Ari. I prithee, To bate me a full year. Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee? No. 250 Pros. Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze Ari. Of the salt deep, To run upon the sharp wind of the north, To do me business in the veins o' the earth I do not, sir. Pros. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot Pros. Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me. 260 Ari. Sir, in Argier. Pros. O, was she so? I must Once in a month recount what thou hast been, Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did Ari. Ay, sir. Pros. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child, Ari. A dozen years; within which space she died, 279 And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island— A freckled whelp hag-born-not honour'd with Yes, Caliban her son. Pros. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st 290 Ari. When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape The pine, and let thee out. I thank thee, master. 300 What shall I do? say what; what shall I do? Pros. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be sub Mir. Pros. Mir. Pros. ject To no sight but thine and mine; invisible [Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake! The strangeness of your story put We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never I do not love to look on. 'Tis a villain, sir, But, as 'tis, We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, 310 |