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The gates of Milan; and, i'th' dead of darkness,
The ministers for th' purpose hurry'd thence
Me, and thy crying self.

Mira, Alack, for pity!
1, not remembring how I cry'd out then,
Will cry ic o'er again; it is a hint,
That wrings mine eyes to't.

Pro. Hear a little further,
And then I'll bring thee to the present business.
Which now's upon's, without the which this story
Were most impertinent.

Mira. Why did they not That hour destroy us?

Pro. Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes tbat question. Dear, they durft nos (So dear the love my people bore me ;) set A mark so bloody on the business; bue With colours fairer painted their foul ends. In few, they hurry'd us aboard a bark; Bore us some leagues to sea, where they prepar'd A rotten careass of a boat, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, fail, nor mast; the very rats Inftin&tively had quit it: there they hoift us To cry to th' sea, that roar'd to us; to ligh To th' winds, whose pity, fighing back again, Did us but loving wrong.

Mira. Alack! what trouble. Was I then to you?

Pro. O! a Cherubim Thou wast, that did preserve me : Thou didt smile, Infused with a fortitude from heav'n, (When I have deck'd the sea with drops full falt; Under my burchen groan'd;) which rajs'd in me An undergoing ftomach, to bear up Against what should ensue.

Mira. How came we a-shore

Pro. By providence divine.
Some food we had, and some fresh water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Out of his charity (being then appointed
Master of this design) did give us, with
Rich garments, linnens, stuffs, and neceffaries,


Which since have steeded much. So of his gentleness,
Knowing I lov'd my books, be furnish'd me
From my own library, with volumes that
I prize above my Dukedom,

Mira. Would I might
Bue ever see that man!

Pro. Now, I arise :
Sit still and hear the last of our sea sorrow.
Here in this island we arriv'd, and here
Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit
Than other Princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
Mira. Heav'ns thank

for't! And

now, I pray you, Sir, (For ftill 'cis 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 minc enemies Brought to this shore : and, by my prescience I find, my Zenith doth depend upon A most auspicious ftar ; whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop: Here ceare more questions ; Thou are inclin'd to sleep. 'Tis a good dulness, And give it way; I know, thou canst not chuse.

[Miranda reeps. Come away, servant, come; I'm ready now: Approach, my Ariel. Come.

Enter Ariel.
Ari. All hai), great master! grave Sir, hail! I come
To answer thy beft 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 qualities.

Pró. Haft thou, spirir,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bad thee!

Ari. To every Article.
I boarded the King's ship: row 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 maft,


The yards, and bolt-sprir, would i flame diftin&tly;
Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors
Of dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And sight out-running were not; the fire and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
Seem'd to beliege, and make his bold waves tremble ;
Yea, his dread trident Inake.

Pro. My brave, brave spirit !
Who was so firm, fo constant, that this coyl
Would not infect his reasoa ?

Ari. Not a soul
But felt a fever 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 son Ferdinand
With hair up-starting (then like reeds, not hair)
Was the first man, that leap'd; cry'd, “bell 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 ?

Pro. Not a hair perish'd :
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before. And as chou badit me,

troops I have dispers’d theni '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 ille, and fitting,
His arms in this rad Knot.

Pro. Of the King's ship,
The mariners, say how thou hast dispos’d,
And all the rest o'th' fleet?

Ari. Safely in barbour
Is the King's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou callidst me up at midnight, to fetch dew
From the ftill vext Bermudas, there she's bid :
The mariners are under hatches stow'd,
Who, with a charm join'd to their suffered labour,
I've left asleep; and for the rest o'th' fees
(Which I dispers'd) they all have met again,
And arc upon che Mediterranean flote,




Bound fadly home for Naples ;
Suppofing that they saw the King's ship wracke
And his great person 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 fearon.
Pro. 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 perfarm'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 the worthy service;
Told thes no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge or grumblings; thou didst promise
To bate me a full year.

Pro. Doft thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?

Ari. No.

Pro. Thou doft, and think it 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'ch'earth, When it is bak'd with frost.

Ari, I do not, Sir.

Pro. Thou ly'it, malignant thing: halt thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who with age


envy Was grown into a hoop? halt thou forgot her?

Ari. No, Sir.
Pro. Thou haft: 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 haft been,
Which thou forget'ft. This damn'd witch Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know'ft, 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 Nave,
As thou repori'st thyself, wast then her feryant.
And, for thou wait a Spirit too delicate

To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, Refusing her grand hefts, she did confine thee, By help of her more potent ministers, And in her most unmitigable rage, Into a cloven pine ; within which rifo Imprison'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 fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this Inand (Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag.born) not honour'd with A human shape.

Ari. Yes, Caliban her son.

Pro. Dull thing, 1 say fo : 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
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 shee in his knotty entrails, 'till
Thou'st howl'd away twelve winters.

Ari, Pardon, master.
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.

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

Ari. That's my noble matter :
What shall I do? say what? what shall I do?

Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o'th' sea.
Be subject to no sight but mine : invisible
To every eye-ball else. Go take this shape,


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