Pro. Well demanded, wench: My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durst not; (So dear the love my people bore me,) nor set Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepared Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats Mira. Was I then to you! Pro. Alack! what trouble O a cherubin Thou didst smile, Thou wast, that did preserve me. Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt, Under my burthen groan'd; which rais'd in me An undergoing stomach, to bear up Against what should ensue. Mira. Pro. By Providence divine. How came we ashore? Some food we had, and some fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity, (who being then appointed Master of this design) did give us, with Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries, ness, So, of his gentle Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me, Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. pray you, sir, And now, (For still 'tis beating in my mind,) your reason For raising this sea-storm? Pro. Know thus far forth. By accident most strange, bountiful Fortune (Now my dear lady) hath mine enemies Brought to this shore; and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious star, whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes I Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions. Come away, servant, come! I am ready now: Enter ARIEL. Ariel. All hail, great master; grave sir, hail. I come To answer thy best pleasure; be 't to fly, 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 bade thee? Ari. To every article. I boarded the King's ship; now on the beak, Pro. Would not infect his reason? Not a soul Ari. Some tricks of desperation. All, but mariners, empty, And all the devils are here." Pro. But was not this nigh shore? Why, that's my spirit! On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before; and, as thou bad'st me, In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting, Pro. Of the King's ship The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, Ari. Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, Bound sadly home for Naples, Supposing that they saw the King's ship wrack'd, And his great person perish. Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work. Ari. Pro. Past the mid season. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now Must by us both be spent most preciously. Ari. 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. Pro. What is 't thou canst demand? Ari. How now! moody? My liberty. I pr❜ythee Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Ari. Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, serv'd 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, Ari. 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? Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible 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? Ari. Ay, sir. Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by th' sailors. Thou, my slave |