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
Ariel and all his quality.

Pro. Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bad thee?
Ar. To every article.

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.
Bore-spritt F.
Theobald. 205 Seem'd Theobald cj.

201

Hanmer cj.

Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason?

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,
But fresher than before; and, as thou bad'st me,
220 In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle:
The king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot.

Pro. Of the king's ship

225 The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd,
And all the rest o' the fleet?

Ar. Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:
230 The mariners all under hatches stow'd;

Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet,
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again,
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,

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.
What is the time o' the day?

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;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou did promise
250 To bate me a full year.

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,
Which thou forgett'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax
For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible

265 To enter human hearing, from Argier,

Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did,
They would not take her life: is not this true?
Ar. Ay, Sir.

Pro. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child,
270 And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant,
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate

To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,

275 By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd thou didst painfully remain

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
A human shape.

Ar. Yes, Caliban, her son.
Pro. Dull thing, I say so: he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
What torment I did find thee in: thy groans
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts
Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment

290 To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not again undo; it was mine art,

When I arriv'd and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.

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,
And do my spiriting gently.

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:
Be subject to no sight but mine, invisible
To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in 't: go hence, with diligence.

[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,
Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices
That profit us. What, ho! slave, Caliban!
Thou earth, thou, speak!

Cal. [within.] There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for thee:
Come forth, thou tortoise; when?

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.