Brought to this shore: and by my prescience 180 I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.-Here cease more questions; 185 Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, And give it way;-I know thou canst not choose. [Miranda sleeps. Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Approach, my Ariel, come. Enter ARIEL. Ar. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come 190 To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly, 195 To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding task Pro. Hast thou, spirit, I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flam'd amazement. Sometime, I'ld divide And burn in many places; on the topmast, 200 The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Then meet and join: Jove's lightnings, the precursors O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-outrunning were not: the fire and cracks Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune 205 Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble; Yea, his dread trident shake. 194 bade most modern Edd, 200 Pro. My brave spirit! 196 boorded F. 198 sometimes F2 and Lightning F, em. by 206 That's my brave spirit many modern Edd. 201 Hanmer cj. Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Ar. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad and play'd 210 Some tricks of desperation: all, but mariners, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair), Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, 215. And all the devils are here. Pro. Why, that's my spirit! But was not this nigh-shore? Ar. Close by, my master. Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Ar. Not a hair perish'd; On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Pro. Of the king's ship 225 The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, Ar. Safely in harbour Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, 235 Bound sadly home for Naples, 209 fever of the mind Dryden. 231 Whom Hanmer cj. 240 Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd And his great person perish. Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work. Ar. Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six and now Must by us both be spent most preciously. Ar. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me. 245 What is 't thou canst demand? Pro. How now? moody? Ar. My liberty. Pro. Before the time be out?-no more. Ar. I pray thee, Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Pro. Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee? Ar. No. Pro. Thou dost! and think'st it much to tread the ooze Of the salt deep; To run upon the sharp wind of the north; 255 To do me business in the veins o' the earth, 260 When it is baked with frost. Ar. I do not, Sir. Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? Ar. No, Sir. Pro. Thou hast: where was she born? speak, tell me. Ar. Sir, in Argier. 248 made thee no mistakings F, thee om. by Pope. and many modern Edd. 249 didst F3 Pro. O, was she so? I must Once in a month recount what thou hast been, 265 To enter human hearing, from Argier, Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did, Pro. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child, To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, 275 By help of her more potent ministers, A dozen years; within which space she died, 280 And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans, As fast as millwheels strike: then was this island 285 (Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with Ar. Yes, Caliban, her son. 290 To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax When I arriv'd and heard thee, that made gape 265 humane F. 269 blear-eyed Staunton cj., blew-ey'd F. Dryden, Rowe cj. 282 she Dryden, he F. 284 humane F. Ar. I thank thee, master. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, 295 And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. I will be correspondent to command, Ar. Pardon, master: Pro. Do so, and after two days I will discharge thee. Ar. That's my noble master! 300 What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea: [Exit Ariel. 305 Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake! Mir. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me. Pro. Shake it off: come on; We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Yields us kind answer. Mir. 'Tis a villain, Sir, 310 I do not love to look on. 315 Pro. But, as 'tis, We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Cal. [within.] There's wood enough within. 298 spryting F (which should perhaps be maintained). F, add. in F2. om, by Hanmer. 302 but thine, and mine F, em. by Pope. 316 forth om. F, added by Steevens. |