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 shake.

Pro.

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My braue Spirit!

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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 vessell,
Then all a fire with me. The Kings fonne, Ferdinand,
With haire vp-ftaring, (then like reeds, not haire,)
Was the first 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 Isle:
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, fay how thou haft disposd,
And all the reft o'th' Fleete?

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[Folds his Armes.

Of the Kings fhip,

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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;
The Marriners, all vnder hatches stowed,

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Who, (with a Charme ioynd to their fuffred 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 feafon.

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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 canst demand?

Ar.

How now ? moodie?

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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 froft.

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.

Oh! was the fo? I muft

Pro. (Once in a moneth) 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 she 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

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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Imprifon'd, thou didst painefully remaine

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

And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groanes

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As faft as Mill-wheeles ftrike. Then was this Inland, (Saue for the Son, that she did littour heere,

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

Ar.

Yes! Calilan her fonne.

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Pro. Dull thing, I say fo! (he, that Caliban Whom now I keepe in feruice.) Thou beft 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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Ar.

I thanke thee, Master!

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!

Ar.

That's my noble Master!

What shall I doe? fay what! what fhall I doe?

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Pro. Goe make thy felfe like a Nymph o'th' Sea; Be fubiect to no fight but thine, and mine; inuifible To euery eye-ball elfe. Goe take this shape,

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And hither come in't! goe! hence with diligence! [Exit ARIEL. [To MIR.] Awake, deere hart! awake! thou haft flept well; Awake!

Mir. The strangenes of your ftory, put Heauineffe in me.

Pro.

Wee'll vifit Caliban, my flaue, who neuer

Yeelds vs kinde answere.

Mir.

Shake it off! Come on!

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'Tis a villaine, Sir,

But, as 'tis,

I doe not loue to looke on.

Pro.

We cannot miffe him: he do's make our fire,
Fetch in our wood, and ferues in Offices

That profit vs. What, hoa! flaue! Caliban'
Thou Earth, thou! speake!

Cal. [within.]

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There's wood enough within!

Pro. Come forth, I fay! there's other bufines for thee: Come, thou Tortoys! when?

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Pro. [to CAL.] Thou poysonous flaue, got by ye diuell

himfelfe

Vpon thy wicked Dam, come forth!

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Re-enter CALIBAN.

Cal. As wicked dewe, as ere my mother brush'd

With Rauens feather from vnwholesome Fen,

Drop on you both! A Southwest blow on yee,
And blifter you all ore!

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Pro. For this, be sure, to night thou fhalt haue cramps, Side-stitches, that shall pen thy breath vp!

Vrchins

305. Awake] Pro. Awake F.

Shall (for that vast of night, that they may worke,)
All exercise on thee! thou shalt be pinch'd

As thicke as hony-combe, each pinch more ftinging
Then 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 cam'ft first,

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Thou ftroaktst me, & made much of me; wouldst giue me Water with berries in't; and teach me how

To name the bigger Light, and how the lesse,

(That burne by day, and night :) and then I lou'd thee, 336 And fhew'd thee all the qualities o'th' Ifle,

The fresh Springs, Brine-pits; barren place and fertill:
Curs'd be I, that did fo! All the Charmes

Of Sycorax (Toades, Beetles, Batts,) light on you!
For I am all the Subiects that you haue,

Which first was mine owne King: and here you fty me
In this hard Rocke, whiles you doe keepe from me
The reft o'th' Island!

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Pro.

Thou moft lying flaue,

Whom stripes may moue, not kindnes! I haue vs'd thee (Filth as thou art,) with húmane care; and lodg'd thee In mine owne Cell, till thou didst feeke to violate

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The honor of my childe.

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Cal. Oh ho, oh ho! would't had bene done! Thou didst preuent me; I had peopel'd else

This Ifle with Calibans.

Which any print of goodneffe wilt not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pittied thee,

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Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each houre,

One thing or other. When thou didft not (Sauage)

Know thine owne meaning, but wouldst gabble, like
A thing moft brutish, I endow'd thy purposes

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With words that made them knowne. But thy vild race (Tho thou didst learn) had that in't, which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou

Deferuedly confin'd into this Rocke,

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mine] min F.

351. Prosp.] Theobald (after Dryden).

Mira. F.

333. stroaktst] stroakst F.