From my own library, with volumes that Pro. Now, I arife: “ Sit ftill, and hear the laft of our fea-forrow.+ Pro. Know thus far forth; By accident moft strange, bountiful fortune 1 A moft aufpicious ftar; whofe influence 1 Enter Ariel. 1 Ari. All hail, great mafter! grave Sir, hail! I come To answer thy beft pleafure: Be't to fly. To fwim; to dive into the fire; to ride On the curl'd clouds to thy-ftrong bidding task Pro. Haft thou, fpirit, Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bade thee?, } boarded the King's thip now on the beak, The The yards, and bolt-fprit, would I flamé diftinctly; Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precurfers Of dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And fight out-running were not; the fire and cracks Of fulphurous roaring the moft mighty Neptune Seem'd to befiege, and make his bold waves tremble; Yea, his dread trident shake. Pro. My brave, brave spirit! Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coy! Ari. Not a foul But felt a fever of the mind, and play'd Some tricks of defperation: all, but mariners, Pro. Why, that's my fpirit! On their fuftaining garments not a blemish, Pro. Of the King's fhip, The mariners, fay how thou haft difpos'd, Ari. Safely in harbour Is the King's fhip; in the deep nook, where once (9) From the still wext Bermoothes] So this word has hitherto been mistakenly written in all the books. There are about 400 The mariners all under hatches ftow'd, Who, with a charm join'd to their fuffered labour, Bound fadly home, for Naples ; Suppofing, that they faw the King's fhip wreckt, Pro. Ariel, thy, charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: Ari. Paft the mid feafon. Pro. At least two glaffes; the time 'twixt fix and now Muft by us both be spent most preciously. Ari. Is there more toil? fince thou doft give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou haft promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me. Pro, How now ? moody? What is't thou canst demand ? Ari. My liberty. Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Ari. 1 pr'ythee, Remember, I have done thee worthy fervice; iflands in North America, the principal of which was call'd Bermuda from a Spaniard of that name who first difcover'd them. They are likewife call'd fummer iflands, from Sir George Summers, who in 1609. made that voyage; and viewing them, probably, first brought the Egli acquaintea with them, and invited them afterwards to fettle a plantation there,But why, fill vext Bermudas? The foil is celebrated for its beauty and fruitfulness; and the air is fo very temperate and ferene, that people lived there to a great age, and are feldom troubled with fickness. But then, on the other hand, thefe iflands are fo furrounded with rocks on all fides, that without a perfect knowledge of the paffage, a small veffel cannot be brought to haven...... Again, we are told, that they are fubject to violent ftorms, fometimes with terrible clattering of thunder, and dismal flashing of lightning. And befides, Sir George Summers, when he made the difcovery, was actually fhipwreck'd on the coaft. This, I take it, might be a Jufficient foundation for our Author's using the epithet fill-quest, Pro. Doft thou forget From what a torment I did free thee? Ari. No. Pro. Thou doft; and think'ft it much to tread the ooze. Of the falt deep; To run upon the sharp wind of the north; To do me business in the veins o' th' earth, Ari. I do not, Sir. Pro. Thou ly'st, malignant thing: haft thou forgot Pro. Thou haft: where was the born? speak; tell me.. Pro. Oh, was the fo? I muft Once in a month recount what thou haft been, Thou know'it, was banish'd: for one thing the did, Pro. This blue ey'd hag was hither brought with child,, To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, A dozen years, within which space the dy'd, And let thee there: where thou didst vent thy groans,. As faft as mill-wheels ftrike. Then was this ifland. (Save for the fon that he did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with A human fhape. Ari, Yes; Caliban her fon.. Pro Pro. Dull thing, I fay fo: he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in fervice. Thou beft know'ft, 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 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. Ari. I thank thee, mafter. Pro. If thou more murmur'ft, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, 'till Thou't howl'd away twelve winters. Ari. Pardon, master. I will be correfpondent to command, Pro. Do fo: and after two days I will difcharge thee, Ari. That's my noble mafter; What fhall I do? fay what? what fhall I do?" Pro Go make thyfelf like to a nym h o' th' sea. Be fubject to no fight but mine: invifible 154 To every eye-ball ife. Go take this shape, Mira. The ftrangeness of your ftory put Pro. Shake it off: come on; We'el vifit Caliban my flave, who never Mira. 'Tis a villain, Sir, I do not love to look on Pro. But, as 'tis, We cannot mifs him; he does make our fire, Cal. (within) There's wood enough within. Pro. |