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With all the honours, on my brother. Whereon
The gates of Milan, and i' th' dead of darkness
Mir. Alack for pity!
I not remembring how I cry'd out then,
Pro. Hear a little further,
And then I'll bring thee to the present business
Mir. Why did they not
That hour destroy us?
Pro. Well demanded, wench;
My tale provokes that question. They durft not,
Nor tackle, nor fail, nor maft; the very rats
Mir. Alack! what trouble
Was I then to you?
Pro. O a cherubim
Thou waft that did preferve me: Thou didst smile
(When I have brack'd the fea with drops full falt,
Against what fhould enfue.
Mir. How came we afhore?
Pro. By providence divine.
Some food we had, and fome fresh water, that
Out of his charity (being then appointed
Rich garments, linens, ftuffs, and neceffaries
Which fince have fteeded much. So of his gentleness,
From my own library, with volumes that
Mir. Would I might
But ever fee that man!
Pro. Now I arise :
Sit ftill, and hear the last of our fea-forrow.
Have I, thy fchool-mafter, made thee more profit
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
Mir. Heavens thank you for't! And now I pray you, Sir, (For ftill 'tis beating in my mind) your reafon For raifing this fea-ftorm?
Pro. Know thus far forth;
By accident moft ftrange bountiful fortune
SCENE III. Enter Ariel.
Ari. All hail, great master! 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 tafk
Ariel and all his qualities.
Pro. Haft thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bad thee?
Ari. To every article.
I boarded the King's fhip: now on the beak,
I flam'd amazement,
Sometimes I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast
The yards and bolt-fprit would I flame distinctly,
And fight out-running were not; the fire and cracks
Pro. That's my brave spirit!
Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coyl
Ari. Not a foul
But felt a feaver of the mind, and plaid
Pro. Why that's my spirit!
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before. And as thou badft me,
Pro. Of the King's ship
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
Whom with a charm join'd to their fuffered labour
Bound fadly home for Naples,
Suppofing that they saw the King's fhip wreck'd,
Pro. Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work :
Ari. Paft the mid feafon,
Pro. At least two glaffes: the time 'twixt fix and now Muft by us both be spent most preciously.
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 canst 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 liés, made no mistakings, serv'd
To bate me a full year.
Pro. Doft thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
Pro. Thou doft; and think'ft it much to tread the ooze Of the falt deep;
To run upon the sharp wind of the North,
*This is the Spanish pronunciation of Bermudas: the account of which Ifland in Purchas's Pilgrimage is that it was call'd the lfland of Devils and the inchanted Inland, thefe names being given it from the monstrous tempefts which there have been often fuftain'd. And again fpeaking of the whole cluster of Iflands with which the great one is furrounded, he faith, The Iflands fee rent with tenpetts of thunder, ightening and rain, which threaten in time to devour them all.
To do me bufinefs in the veins o'th' earth,
Ari. I do not, Sir.
Pro. Thou lyft, malignant thing; haft thou forget
Ari. No, Sir.
Pro. Thou haft; where was she born? speak; tell me, say, Ari. Sir, in Argier,
Pro. Oh, was the fo? I must
Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
To enter human hearing, from Argier
Thou know'ft was banish'd: for one thing she did
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' thy felf, waft then her fervant;
And, for thou waft a spirit too delicate
To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands,
A dozen years, within which space she dy'd,
And left thee there: where thou didst vent thy groans
(Save for the fon that she did litter here,
A freckl'd whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with
Ari. Yes; Caliban her fon.
Pro. Dull thing, I fay fo: he, that Caliban
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax