Pro.

Well demanded, wench!

My Tale prouokes that question. Deare, they durst not! 140 (So deare the loue my people bore me!) nor fet A marke fo bloudy on the bufineffe; but,

With colours fairer, painted their foule ends.
In few, they hurried vs a-boord a Barke,

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Bore vs fome Leagues to Sea; where they prepared
A rotten carkaffe of a Butt,1 not rigg'd,
Nor tackle, fayle, nor maft; (the very rats
Inftinctiuely haue quit it:) There they hoyft vs
To cry to th' Sea, that roard to vs; to figh
To th' windes, whose pitty, fighing backe againe,
Did vs but louing wrong.

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Thou was't, that did preferue me! Thou didst smile, (Infusëd with a fortitude from heauen,)

When I haue deck'd the sea with drops full falt,

Some food we had, and some fresh water,

A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his Charity, (who being then appointed

Master of this defigne,) did giue vs, with

Rich garments, linnens, ftuffs, and neceffaries,

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Which fince haue fteeded much; fo, of his gentleneffe,

Knowing I lou'd my bookes, he furnishd me

From mine owne Library, with volumes, that
I prize aboue my Dukedome.

Sit ftill, and heare the last of our fea-forrow!
Heere in this Iland we arriu'd; and heere

1 Compare our use of 'Tub' for a clumsy boat.

Would I might

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Haue I, thy Schoolemaster, made thee more profit
Then other Princeffe1 can, that haue more time
For vainer howres; and Tutors, not fo carefull.
Mir. Heuens thank you for't! And now, I pray you, Sir,
(For ftill 'tis beating in my minde;) your reason
For rayfing this Sea-storme?

Pro.

Know thus far forth!

By accident moft ftrange, bountifull Fortune
(Now my deere Lady) hath, mine enemies,
Brought to this fhore: And, by my prescience,
I finde my Zenith doth depend vpon

A moft aufpitious ftarre, whose influence,

If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes

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Will euer after droope. Heare cease more questions! 184 Thou art inclinde to fleepe: 'tis a good dulneffe,

And giue it way! I know thou canst not chufe.

Enter ARIEL.

[MIR. sleepes.

¶ Come away, Seruant, come! I am ready now,

Approach, my Ariel!

Come!

Ari. All haile, great Mafter! graue Sir, haile! I come To answer thy best pleasure! be't to fly,

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To swim, to diue into the fire; to ride

On the curld clowds: to thy ftrong bidding, taske
Ariel, and all his Qualitie!

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Pro.

Haft thou, Spirit,

Performd to point, THE TEMPEST that I bad thee?

Ar. To euery Article!

I boorded the Kings fhip. Now on the Beake,
Now in the Waste, the Decke, in euery Cabyn,

I flam'd amazement. Sometime I'ld diuide,

And burne in many places; on the Top-maft,

The Yards, and Bore-fpritt, would I flame distinctly;
Then meete, and ioyne. Ioues Lightning, the precurfers
O'th dreadfull Thunder-claps, more momentarie

Princesse is plural here, like 'The two Antipholus.'—Errors, V. i. 356, vol. i, p. 139.

Heare = here.

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186-7. Enter...] Ariel is after 188 in F.

200. Bore-spritt] F. boltsprit Rowe. bowsprit Cam.

And fight out-running, were not; the fire, and cracks
Of fulphurous roaring, the moft mighty Neptune,
Seeme to besiege, and make his bold waues tremble,
Yea, his dread Trident thake.

Pro.

My braue Spirit!

Who was fo firme, so constant, that this coyle
Would not infect his reason?

But felt a Feauer of the madde, and plaid

Some tricks of desperation. All but Mariners
Plung'd in the foaming bryne, and quit the veffell,
Then all a fire with me. The Kings fonne, Ferdinand,
With haire vp-staring, (then like reeds, not haire,)
Was the firft man that leapt; cride 'Hell is empty,
And all the Diuels are heere!'

Pro.

But was not this, nye shore?
Ar.

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Pro. But are they (Ariell) safe?
Ar.

Not a haire perishd!

On their sustaining garments, not a blemish,
But fresher then before: and (as thou badft me)
In troops I haue dispersd them 'bout the Ifle:
The Kings fonne, haue I landed by himselfe,
Whom I left cooling of the Ayre with fighes,
In an odde Angle of the Ifle, and fitting,
His armes in this fad knot.

Pro.

The Marriners, say how thou hast disposd,
And all the reft o'th' Fleete?

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[Folds his Armes.

Of the Kings ship,

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Ar.

Safely in harbour

Is the Kings shippe; in the deepe Nooke, where once
Thou calldft me vp at midnight, to fetch dewe
From the ftill-vext Bermoothes; there the's hid;

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The Marriners, all vnder hatches stowed,

Who, (with a Charme ioynd to their suffred labour,)

I haue left asleep. And for the rest o'th' Fleet, (Which I difpers'd,) they all haue met againe, And are vpon the Mediterranian Flote,

Bound fadly home for Naples,

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Suppofing that they saw the Kings ship wrackt,

And his great perfon perish.

Pro.

Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more worke: What is the time o'th'day?

Ar.

Paft the mid season.

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Pro. At least two Glaffes: the time 'twixt fix & now, 240 Muft by vs both be spent most preciously.

Ar. Is there more toyle? Since thou doft giue me pains, Let me remember thee what thou haft promis'd,

Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pro.

What is't thou canft demand?

Ar.

How now ? moodie? 244

My Libertie.

Pro. Before the time be out? no more!
Ar.

Remember I haue done thee worthy feruice;

I prethee,

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Told thee no lyes, made thee no mistakings, serv'd
Without, or grudge, or grumblings. Thou did promise
To bate me a full yeere.

Pro.

Do'st thou forget

No!

From what a torment I did free thee?

Ar.

Pro. Thou do'ft! & thinkft it much to tread ye Ooze 252

Of the falt deepe,

To run vpon the sharpe winde of the North,

To doe me bufineffe in the veines o'th' earth
When it is bak'd with frost.

Ar.

I doe not, Sir!

Pro. Thou lieft, malignant Thing! Haft thou forgot
The fowle Witch Sycorax, who (with Age and Enuy)

Was growne into a hoope? haft thou forgot her?
Ar. No, Sir!
Pro.

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[Tell me! 260 Thou haft! Where was the born? Speak!

Ar. Sir! in Argier.
Pro.

Oh! was the fo? I muft

(Once in a maneth) recount what thou haft bin,
Which thou forgetft. This damn'd Witch Sycorax,
(For mischiefes manifold, and forceries terrible
To enter humane hearing,) from Argier

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(Thou know'ft) was banish'd: for one thing fhe did, They wold not take her life: Is not this true?

Ar. I, Sir!

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Pro. This blew ey'd hag, was hither brought with child, And here was left by th' Saylors. Thou, my flaue,

(As thou reportst thy felfe,) was then her feruant; And, for thou waft a Spirit too delicate

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To act her earthy and abhord commands,
Refufing her grand hefts, the did confine thee
(By helpe of her more potent Ministers,
And in her moft vnmittigable rage)

Into a clouen Pyne; within which rift

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Imprison'd, thou didst painefully remaine

A dozen yeeres: within which space she di'd,

And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groanes 280

As faft as Mill-wheeles ftrike. Then was this Island,

(Saue for the Son, that she did littour heere,

A frekelld whelpe, hag-borne,) not honour'd with
A humane shape.

Ar.

Yes! Caliban her fonne.

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Pro. Dull thing, I say fo! (he, that Caliban Whom now I keepe in feruice.) Thou best know'st What torment I did finde thee in: thy grones

Did make wolues howle, and penetrate the breasts

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Of euer-angry Beares: it was a torment

To lay vpon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not againe vndoe. It was mine Art,

(When I arriu'd, and heard thee,) that made gape The Pyne, and let thee out.

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I thanke thee, Master!

Ar.
Pro. If thou more murmur'ft, I will rend an Oake,
And peg thee in his knotty entrailes, till
Thou haft howl'd away twelue winters!