For vainer hours and tutors not so careful. Mir. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, sir, For still 'tis beating in my mind, your reason Know thus far forth, Pros. Brought to this shore; and by my prescience 180 A most auspicious star, whose influence Enter ARIEL. Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly, 190 On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task Ariel and all his quality. Hast thou, spirit, Pros. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, cursors 201 O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake. Pros. My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Ari. 4 Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners 210 Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel, Then all afire with me: the King's son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staring,-then like reeds, not hair,Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.' On their sustaining garments not a blemish, In an odd angle of the isle and sitting, Of the king's ship, Pros. Ari. hid: The mariners all under hatches stow'd; 230 Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labor, Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd Pros. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work. What is the time o' the day? Ari, Past the mid season. Pros. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now Must by us both be spent most preciously. 240 Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promised, Which is not yet perform'd me. Pros. How now ? moody? What is't thou canst demand? Ari. My liberty. Pros. Before the time be out? no more! Ari. I prithee, Remember I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, Pros. Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze Of the salt deep, To run upon the sharp wind of the north, To do me business in the veins o' the earth Ari. I do not, sir. Pros. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? Ari. No, sir. Pros. Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier. 260 Pros. O, 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 sorceries 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 not this true? Ari. Ay, sir. Pros. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, A dozen years; within which space she died groans 280 As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckled whelp hag-born-not honor'd with Pros. Dull thing, I say so; 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 arrived and heard thee, that made gape The pine and let thee out. Ari. 290 I thank thee, master. Pr. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak And peg thee in his knotty entrails till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Ari. Pardon, master; I will be correspondent to command And do my spiriting gently. Pros. I will discharge thee. Ari. Do so, and after two days That's my noble master ! What shall I do? say what; what shall I do? 300 Pros. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject To no sight but thine and mine, invisible Mir. The strangeness of your story put Pros. Shake it off. Come on; We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never Mir. 'Tis a villain, sir, But, as 'tis, I do not love to look on. Pros. We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban ! 310 Cal. [Within] There's wood enough within. Pros. "Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee: Come, thou tortoise! when? Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear. Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pros. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Enter CALIBAN. 320 Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye Pros. For this, be sure, 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 honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em. |