Could not again undo: it was mine art, When I arriv'd and heard thee, that made gape Ari. I thank thee, master. Pro. If thou more murmur'ft, I will rend an oak Ari. Pardon, master. I will be correfpondent to command, Pro. Do fo; and after two days I'll discharge thee. What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? To every eye-ball elfe. Go take this shape, And hither come in't: hence with diligence. [Exit Ariel, Mir. The ftrangeness of your story put Heaviness in me. Pro. Shake it off: come on, We'll vifit Caliban my flave, who never Yields us kind answer. Mir. 'Tis a villain, Sir, I do not love to look on- We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Thou earth thou! fpeak. Cal. [within.] There's wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I fay, there's other bufinefs for thee. Fine apparition! my quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear. Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pro. Thou poifonous flave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam; come forth, thou tortoise. SCENE 3 SCENE IV. Enter Caliban. Pro. For this, be fure, to-night thou fhalt have cramps, As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Cal. I muft eat my dinner. This Ifland's mine by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'ft from me. When thou cameft first To name the bigger light, and how the lefs, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, The fresh fprings, brine-pits; barren place and fertile. Of Syocrax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! For I am all the fubjects that you have, Who firft was mine own King: and here you fty me The reft of th' Ifland, Pro. Thou moft lying flave, Whom ftripes may move, not kindness; I have us'd thee (Filth as thou art) with human care, and lodg'd thee The honour of my child. Cal. Oh ho, oh ho, I wou'd it had been done! This Ifle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred flave; Who any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill! I pity'd thee, Took pains to make thee fpeak, taught thee each hour A thing moft brutish, I endow'd thy purpofes With words that made them known. But thy vile race (Tho' thou didst learn) had that in't, which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou Defervedly confin'd into this rock. Cal. You taught me language, and my profit on't Is, I know how to curfe: the red-plague rid you For learning me your language! Pro. Hag-feed, hence! Fetch us in fewel, and be quick (thou 'wert best) What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps, Cal. No, pray thee. I must obey, his art is of fuch pow'r Pro. So, flave, hence! SCENE V. [Exit Caliban. Enter Ferdinand, and Ariel invisible, playing and finging. ARIEL's SONG. Come unto thefe yellow fands, Curt'fied when you have and kift The wild waves whift; [Burthen difperfedly. Hark, bark, bough-wawgh : the watch-dogs bark, Bough-wawgh. Ari. Hark, bark, I bear. The firain of ftrutting chanticlere, Cry Cock-a-doodle-do. Fer. Where fhould this Mufick be? in air, or earth? It founds no more: and fure it waits upon Some God o'th' Inland. Sitting on a bank, Weeping against the King my father's wreck, This mufick crept by me apon the waters* Allaying Allaying both their fury and my passion, ་ ARIEL'S SON G. [Burthen: ding-dong, Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father; This is no mortal bufinefs, nor no found That the earth owns: I hear it now above me. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And fay what thou feeft yond. Mir. What is't, a fpirit? Lord, how it looks about! believe me, Sir, It carries a brave form. But 'tis a fpirit. Pro. No, wench, it eats, and fleeps, and hath fuch fenfes As we have, fuch. This gallant which thou feest Was in the wreck: and, but he's something ftain'd With grief (that's beauty's canker) thou might'st call him A goodly perfon. He hath loft his fellows, And ftrays about to find 'em. Mira. I might call him A thing divine, for nothing natural I ever faw fo noble. Pro. It goes on, I fee, as my foul prompts it. Spirit, I'll free thee Fer. Moft fure the Goddess On whom these ayres attend! vouchsafe my pray'r [Afide C 3 (Which (Which I do last pronounce) is, O you wonder? If you be made or no? Mir. No wonder, Sir, But certainly a maid. Fer. My language! heav'ns! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Pro. How? the best? What wert thou if the King of Naples heard thee? Mir. Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan And his brave fon, being twain. Pro. The Duke of Milan And his more braver daughter could controul thee, At the first fight They have chang'd eyes: (delicate Ariel, I'll fet thee free for this.) A word, good Sir, Fer. O, if a Virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The Queen of Naples. Pro. Soft Sir, one word more. They're both in either's pow'r: but this swift business I muft uneafie make, left too light winning Make the prize light. Sir, one word more; I charge thee That thou attend me, thou doft here ufurp The name thou ow'ft not, and hast put thyfelf Upon this Ifland, as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on't. Fer. No, as I'm a man, [To Ariel. |