To fwim; to dive into the fire; to ride
On the curl'd clouds: to thy ftrong bidding, task
Ariel and all his qualities.

Pro. Hast thou, fpirit,

Perform'd to point the tempest that I bad thee?
Ari. To every Article.

I boarded the King's ship: now on the beak,
Now in the waste, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement. Sometimes I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast,
The yards and bolt-sprit would I flame distinctly,
Then meet and join. Jove's lightning, the precurfers
Of dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And fight out-running were not; the fire and cracks
Of fulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
Seem'd to befiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.

Pro. My brave spirit!

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

Ari. Not a foul

But felt a feaver of the mind, and plaid
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 fon Ferdinand
With hair up-ftaring (then like reeds, not hair)
Was the first man that leap'd; cry'd hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.

Pro. Why that's my Spirit!
But was not this nigh shore?
Ari. Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, fafe?
Ari. Not a hair perished:

On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before. And as thou badst me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the Ifle:
The King's fon have I landed by himself,
Whom I left cooling of the Air with fighs,
In an odd angle of the Ifle, and fitting,
His arms in this fad knot,

Pro

Pro. Of the King's ship,

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

Ari. Safely in harbour

Is the King's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dft me up at midnight, to fetch dew
From the still-vext Bermoothes, there she's hid :

The mariners all under hatches stow'd,

Who with a charm join'd to their suffered labour,
I've left asleep; and for the rest o'th' fleet
(Which I dispers'd) they all have met again,
And are on the Mediterranean flote,
Bound sadly home for Naples,

Supposing that they saw the King's ship wrackt,
And his great perfon perish.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge

Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:
What is the time o'th' day?
Ari. Past the mid season.

Pro. At least two glasses: the time' twixt fix and now Muft 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. How now? moody?

What is't thou canst demand?

Ari. My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? no more.

Ari. I pr'ythee

Remember I have done thee worthy service,
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, ferv'd

Without or grudge or grumblings; thou didst promife

To bate me a full year.

Pro. Doft thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee?

Ari. No.

Pro. Thou dost; and think'st it much to tread the

To run upon the sharp Wind of the North,
To do me business in the veins o'th' earth,
When it is bak'd with froft,

Ari. I do not, Sir.

Pro. Thou ly'st, malignant thing: haft thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy Was grown into a hoop? haft thou forgot her?

Ari. No, Sir.

Pro. Thou hast: where was she born? speak; tell

me.

Ari, Sir, in Argier.

Pro. Oh, was she so? I must

Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold and forceries 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 this not true?

Ari. Ay, Sir.

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child,

And here was left by th' failors; thou my flave,
As thou report'st thy felf, wast then her servant.
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands,
Refufing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers;
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprifon'd, thou didst painfully remain
A dozen years, within which space she dy'd,
And left thee there: where thou didst vent thy groans
As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this Island
(Save for the fon that she did litter here,
A freckl'd whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with
A human shape.

Ari, Yes; Caliban her fon.

Pro. Dull thing, I say so: he, that Caliban Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'it What torment I did find thee in; thy groans

Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breafts
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, master.

Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, 'till
Thou'st howl'd away twelve winters..
Ari. Pardon, mafter.

I will be correspondent to command,
And do my sp'riting gently.

Pro. Do so: and after two days
I will discharge thee.

Ari. That's my noble master: What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Pro. Go make thy self like to a nymph o'th' fea. Be fubject to no fight but mine: invisible To every eye-ball else. Go take this shape, And hither come in it: go hence with diligence.

[Exit Ariel.

Awake, dear heart awake, thou hast slept well, Awake.

Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.

Pro. Shake it off: come on,
We'll visit Caliban my flave, who never
Yields us kind answer.

Mira. '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 serves 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 bufsiness for thee

Enter

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 poisonous flave, got by the devil himfelf

Upon thy wicked dam; come forth, thou tortoife.

SCENE IV.

Enter Caliban.

Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brufh'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 shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise 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 Island's mine by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cameft first Thou ftroak'dft me and mad'st much of me; would'st

give me

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 shew'd thee all the qualities o' th' Ifle,
The fresh springs, brine-pits; barren place and fertile.
Curs'd be I that I did fo! all the charms

Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!

For I am all the subjects that you have,
Who first was mine own King: and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me

The rest of th' Island.

Pro