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'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'll discharge thee.
Ari. Oh! That's my noble mafter:

What shall I do? say what? what shall I do?
Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o'th' fea,
Be fubject to no fight but mine: invifible

To every eye-ball elfe. Go take this shape,

And hither come in't: hence with diligence. [Exit Ariel,
Awake, dear heart awake, thou hast slept well,
Awake.

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-
Pro. But as 'tis

We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood, and ferves in offices
That profit us. What hoa! flave! Caliban!

Thou earth thou! fpeak.

Cal. [within.] There's wood enough within.

Pro. Come forth, I fay, there's other bufinefs for thee.
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 poifonous flave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam; come forth, thou tortoise.

SCENE

3

SCENE IV. Enter Caliban.
Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd
With raven's feather from unwholsome 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-ftitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
Shall, for that vaft of night that they may work,
All exercife on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd

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

Cal. I muft eat my dinner.

This Ifland's mine by Sycorax my mother,

Which thou tak'ft from me. When thou cameft first
Thou ftroak'dit me and mad'it much of me; would't give m
Water with berries in't; and teach me how

To name the bigger light, and how the lefs,

That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
And fhew'd thee all the qualities o'th' Ifle,

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

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
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from 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
In mine own cell, till thou didft feek to violate

The honour of my child.

Cal. Oh ho, oh ho, I wou'd it had been done!
Thou didft prevent me, I had peopled elfe

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
One thing or other. When thou couldst not, savage,
Shew thine own meaning, but didst gabble like

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)
To answer other bufinefs. Shrug'ft thou, malice?
If thou neglect'ft, or doft unwillingly

What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar,
That beafts shall tremble at thy din.

Cal. No, pray thee.

I must obey, his art is of fuch pow'r
It would controul my dam's god Setebos,
And make a vaffal of him.

Pro. So, flave, hence!

SCENE V.

[Exit Caliban.

Enter Ferdinand, and Ariel invisible, playing and finging.

ARIEL's SONG.

Come unto thefe yellow fands,
And then take bands:

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,
With it's sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather-but 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.

་

ARIEL'S SON G.
Full fathom five thy father lyes,
Of bis bones are coral made:
Thofe are pearls that were his Eyes,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But dotb fuffer a fea-change,
Into fomething rich and ftrange,
Sea-nymphs hourly ring bis knell.
Hark, now I bear them, ding-dong bell.

[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
Within two days for this.

Fer. Moft fure the Goddess

On whom these ayres attend! vouchsafe my pray'r
May know if you remain upon this Island,
And that you will fome good inftruction give
How I may bear me here: my prime request

[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,
Were I but where 'tis fpoken.

Pro. How? the best?

What wert thou if the King of Naples heard thee?
Fer. A fingle thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;
And that he does, I weep: myfelf am Naples,
Who, with mine eyes (ne'er fince at ebb) beheld
The King my father wreck'd.

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,
If now 'twere fit to do't:-

At the first fight

They have chang'd eyes: (delicate Ariel,

I'll fet thee free for this.) A word, good Sir,
I fear you've done yourself fome wrong: a word.
Mir. Why fpeaks my father fo ungently? this
Is the third man that e'er I faw; the firft
That e'er I figh'd for. Pity move my father
To be inclin'd my way!

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.