The gates of Milan; and, i’th' dead of darkness, Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not remembring how I cry'd out then, Pro. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the prefent business. Mira. Why did they not That hour destroy us? Pro. Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durft not A mark fo bloody on the business; but Mira. Alack! what trouble. Was I then to you? Pro. O a Cherubim Thou waft, that did preferve me: Thou didft smile, (When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt ; Against what fhould ensue. Mira. How came we a-fhore? Pro. By providence divine. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo, Out of his charity (being then appointed Rich garments, linnens, ftuffs, and neceffaries, A 5 Which Which fince have steeded much. So of his gentleness, Mira. Would I might But ever fee that man! Pro. Now, I arife: Sit ftill and hear the laft of our fea forrow. Have I, thy fchool-mafter, made thee more profit For vainer hours, and tutors not fo careful.` Mira. Heav'ns thank you for't! And now, I pray you, Sir, (For ftill 'tis beating in my mind) your reafon For raising this fea-ftorm? Pro. Know thus far forth; By accident most strange, bountiful fortune -Here ceafe more questions; [Miranda fleeps. Come away, fervant, come; I'm ready now: Approach, my Ariel. Come. Enter Ariel. Ari. All hail, great mafter! grave Sir, hail! I come To answer thy beft pleasure: 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 bad thee? I boarded the King's fhip: now on the beak, The The yards, and bolt-fprit, would I flame diftinctly; Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precurfors 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 besiege, and make his bold waves tremble; Yea, his dread trident shake. Pro. My brave, brave spirit! Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coyl Ari. Not a foul But felt a fever of the mind, and plaid Some tricks of defperation: all, but mariners, Pro. Why, that's my Spirit! But was not this nigh fhore? 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 Who, with a charm join'd to their fuffered labour, Bound Bound fadly home for Naples;• Suppofing that they faw the King's fhip wrackt 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 fpent most preciously. Ari. Is there more toil? fince thou dost 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? Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Remember, I have done the worthy fervice; Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou didst promife 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. h; Pro. Thou ly't, 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 haft: where was fhe born? speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier. Pro. Oh, was fhe fo? I muft Once in a month recount what thou haft been, Which thou forget'ft. This damn'd witch Sycorax, Thou know'ft, was banifh'd: for one thing fhe did, They They would not take her Life. Is not this true? Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with Child And here was left by th' failors; thou my flave, As thou report'ft thyself, waft then her fervant. And, for thou waft a fpirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, Refufing her grand hefts, she did confine thee, By help of her more potent minifters, And in her moft 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 didft vent thy groans, As faft as mill-wheels ftrike. Then was this Ifland (Save for the fon that fhe did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with Ari. Yes, Caliban her son. Pro. Dull thing, I fay fo: he, that Caliban, 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'ft, 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 correfpondent to command, Pro. Do fo: and after two days I will discharge thee, Ari. That's my noble master : What fhall I do? fay what? what shall I do? 2 And |