And hither come in it: go hence with diligence.

(Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou haft flept well: Awake.

Mira. The ftrangeness of your story put Heavinefs in me.

Pro. Shake it off: come on;

We'll vifit Caliban my flave, who never
Yields us kind anfwer.

Mira. 'Tis a villain, Sir,

I do no: love to look on

Pro. But, as 'tis,

We cannot mifs him he does make our fire,
Fetch in our Wood, and serves in Offices
That profit us. What hoa! flave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. (within) There's Wood enough within.

Pro. Come forth, I fay; there's other business for thee. Come, thou Toroife! when ?

Enter Ariel like a Water-Nymph.

Fine apparition! my quaint Ariel,

Hark in thine ear.

Ari, My lord, it Thall be done.

[Exit.

Pro. Thou poisonous flave, got by the Devil himself

Upon thy wicked dam: come forth.

Enter Caliban.

Cal. As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd

With raven's feather from unwholesome 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 ftitches that fhall pen thy breath up; urchins
Shall, for that vaft of night that they may work,
All exercife on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd

As thick as honey combs, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made 'em.

Cal. I must eat my dinner.

This Ifland's mine by Sycorax my mother,

Which thou tak'ft from me. When thou cameft first, Thou ftroak'dft me, and mad't much of me

would't

give me

Water with berries in't; and teach me

how

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To name the bigger light, and how the lefs,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
And fhew'd thee all the qualities o'th' Ifle,

The fresh fprings, 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 firft was my own King; and here you ty me
In this hard rock, whilft you do keep from me

The rest of the Ifland.

Pro. Thou moft lying flave,

Whom ftripes may move, not kindness, I have us'd thee` (Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd

In mine own Cell, 'till thou didst seek to violate

The honour of my child.

Cal. Oh ho, oh ho!

-I wou'd, it had been done !

Thou didst prevent me, I had peopled elfe
This Ifle with Calibans.

Pro. Abhorred flave;

Which any print of goodnefs wilt not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,

Took pains to make thee fpeak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other. When thou didst not, favage,
Know thine own meaning, but would't gabble like
A thing moft brut fh, I endow'd thy purpofes

With words that made them known. But thy vile race
(Tho' thou didst learn) had that in't, which good natures
Cou'd not abide to be with; therefore waft thou
Defervedly confin'd into this rock,

Who hadst deferved more than a prison

Cal. You taught me language, and my profit on't Is, I know how to curfe: the red plague rid you, For learning me your language!

Pro. Hag-feed, hence!

Fetch us in Fewel, and be quick (thou wer't beft)
To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
If thou neglect'ft, or doft unwillingly

What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar,
That beafts fhall tremble at thy din.

Cal. No, pray thee.

I must obey; his art is of fuch pow'r,

It

It would controul my dam's good Serebes,

And make a vaffal of him.

Pro. So, flave, hence!

[Exit Caliban,

Enter Ferdinand; and Ariel invisible, playing and finging.

ARIEL's SONG.

Come unto thefe yellow fands,
And then take hands:

Curt'fied when you have, and kift

The wild waves whift;

Foot it fearly here and there,

And, fweet Sprites, the burthen bear.

[Burthen, difperfedly.

Hark, hark, bough-wawgh: the watch dogs bark,

Bough-wawgh.

Ari. Hark, hark, I hear

The ftrain of ftrutting chanticlere

Cry, cock-a-doodle-do.

Fer. Where fhould this mufick be, in air, or earth? It founds no more: and, fure, it waits upon Some God o'th' Ifland. Sitting on a bank, Weeping against the King my father's wreck, This mufick crept by me upon the waters; . Allaying both their fury and my paffion, With its sweet air; thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather-but 'tis gone.

No, it begins again.

ARIEL's SONG.

Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made:
Thofe are pearls, that were his eyes;
Nothing of him, that doth fade,

But doth fuffer a fea-change,

Into fomething rich and ftrange.
Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell.

Hark, now I hear them, ding-dong, bell.

[Burthen: ding-dong, Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father; This is no mortal bufinefs ; nor no found That the earth owns; I hear it now above me.

Prol

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eyes advance, And fay, what thou feeft yond.

Mira. What is't, a spirit?

Lord, how it looks about! believe me, Sir,
It carries a brave form. But 'is a fpirit.

Pro. No, wench, it eats, and fleeps,and hath fuch fenfes As we have, fuch. This gallant, which thou seeft, Was in the wreck and, but he's fomething ftain'd With grief, (that's beauty's canker) thou might'ft call him. A goodly perfon. He hath loft his fellows,

And ftrays about to find 'em.

Mira. I might call him

A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever faw fo noble.

Pro. It goes on, I fee,

[Ahde.

As my foul prompts it. Spirit, fine fpirit, I'll free thee
Within two days for this.

Fer. Moft fure, the Goddess

On whom these ayres attend! vouchsafe, my pray's
May know, if you remain upon this Ifland;
And that you will fome good inftruction give,
How I may bear me here: my prime request
(Which I do laft pronounce) is, O you wonder!
If be made or no?

you

Mira. No wonder, Sir, But certainly a maid.

Fer. My language! heavens!

I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Pro. How the best?

What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
Fer. A fingle thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee (peak of Naples. He does hear me;
And, that he does, I weep: myfelf am Naples,
Who, with mine eyes (ne'er fince at ebb) beheld
The King my father wrackt.

Mira Alack, for mercy!

Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords: the Duke of Milan, And his brave fon, being twain.

Pro. The Duke of Milan,

And his more braver daughter, could controul thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't :- At the first fight,

They

They have chang'd eyes (delicate Ariel
I'll fet thee free for this.) 'A word, good Sir,
I fear, you've done yourself fome wrong: a word.
Mira Why fpeaks my father fo ungently? this
Is the third man, that I e'er faw; the first,

That e'er I figh'd for. Pity move my father
To be inchin'd my way!

Fer. O, if a Virgin,

And your Affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The Queen of Naples.

Pre. Soft, Sir; one word more,

They're both in either's power: but this swift business
I must uneasy make, left too light winning

Make the prize light. Sir, one word more; I charge thee,
That thou attend me:- -thou dost here ufurp

The name thou ow'st not, and haft put thyself

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Upon this Ifland, as a (py, to win it

From me, the lord on't.

Fer. No, as I'm a man.

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a temple. If the ill fpirit have fo fair an houfe,

Good things will ftrive to dwell with'r.

Pro. Follow me.

Speak not you for him: he's a traitor. Come,
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together;
Sea-water fhalt thou drink; thy food fhall be
The fresh brook muffels, withered roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.

Fer. No,

I will refift fuch entertainment, 'till

Mine enemy has more power.

[He draws, and is charmed from moving.

Mira. O dear father,

Make not too rafh a tryal of him; for

He's gentle, and not fearful.

Pro. What, I fay,

My foot my tutor? put thy fword up, traitor,

Who mak't a fhew, but dar'ft not strike; thy confcience Is fo poffeft with guilt: come from thy ward,

For I can here difarm thee with this stick,

And make thy, weapon drop.

Mira.