Performed to point the Tempest that I bade thee? I boarded the king's ship: now on the beak, cursors 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. Pro. My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Would not infect his reason? Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and played Some tricks of desperation. All, but mariners, Plunged in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair), Was the first empty, man that leapt; cried, 'Hell is And all the devils are here.' On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before; and, as thou bad'st me, Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs, Pro. Of the King's ship The mariners, say how thou hast disposed, Ari. Safely in harbour Is the King's ship, in the deep nook where once Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-vext Bermoothes, there she's hid; The mariners all under hatches stowed, Whom, with a charm joined to their suffered labour, I have left asleep and for the rest o' the Fleet : Which I dispersed, they all have met again, And are upon the Mediterranean flote Bound sadly home for Naples, Supposing that they saw the King's ship wrecked, And his great person perish. Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is performed; but there's more work : What is the time o' the day? Ari. Past the mid season. 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 promised, Which is not yet performed me. Pro. What is 't thou canst demand? Ari. How now ? moody? My liberty. Pro. Before the time be out? No more! I pr'ythee, Ari. Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, served Without or grudge, or grumblings. Thou didst promise Pro. Thou dost; and think'st it much to tread the ooze Of the salt deep; To run upon the sharp wind of the north, Ari. I do not, sir. Pro. 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. Pro. Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier. Pro. O, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Thou know'st, was banished: for one thing she did, Pro. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by the sailors: thou, my slave As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant : To act her earthy and abhorred commands, Into a cloven pine; within which rift A dozen within which years: space she died, And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island (Save for the son which she did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honoured with Ari. Yes; Caliban, her son. Pro. 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 damned, 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. I thank thee, master. |