If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop.- Here ceafe more questions;
Thou art inclin'd to fleep.. 'Tis a good dulnefs,
And give it way; I know, thou canst not chufe
[Miranda fleeps.
Come away, fervant, come; I'm ready now:
Approach, my Ariel. Come.

Enter Ariel.

Ari. All hail, great master! grave Sir, hail! I come To answer thy beft pleasure: Be't to fly;

To fwim; to dive into the fire; to ride

On the curl'd clouds: to thy strong bidding task
Ariel, and all his qualities.

Pro. Haft thou, spirit,

Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bad thee?
Ari. To every Article.

I boarded the King's fhip: now on the beak,
Now in the wafte, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement. Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-maft,
The yards, and bolt-fprit, would I flame diftinctly;
Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precurfers
Of dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary

And fight out-running were not; the fire and cracks
Of fulphurous roaring the moft mighty Neptune
Seem'd to befiege, and make his bold waves tremble;
Yea, his dread trident fhake.

Pro. My brave, brave spirit!

Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coyl
Would not infect his reafon ?

Ari. Not a foul

But felt a feaver of the mind, and plaid
Some tricks of defperation: all, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the veffel,
Then all a-fire with me: the King's fon Ferdinand
With hair up-ftaring (then like reeds, not hair)
Was the firft man, that leap'd; cry'd,
"And all the devils are here.

Pro. Why, that's my Spirit!

But was not this nigh fhore?

hell is empty;

Ari.

Ari. Close by, my Master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, fafe?
Ari. Not a hair perish'd:

On their fuftaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before. And as thou badít me,
In troops I have difpers'd them 'bout the isle:
The King's fon have I landed by himself,
Whom I left cooling of the air with fighs,
In an odd angle of the ifle, and fitting,
His arms in this fad knot.

Pro. Of the King's fhip

The mariners, fay, how thou haft difpos'd,
And all the reft o'th' fleet?

Ari. Safely in harbour

Is the King's fhip; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dft me up at midnight, to fetch dew
From the ftill-vext Bermudas, there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches ftow'd,

Who, with a charm join'd to their fuffered labour,
I've left afleep; and for the rest o'th' fleet
(Which I difpers'd) they all have met again,
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,

Bound fadly home for Naples;

Suppofing, that they faw the King's fhip wreckt,
And his great perfon perish.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge

Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work,

What is the time o'th' day?

Ari. Paft the mid feason.

Pro. At least two glaffes; the time 'twixt fix and now Muft by us both be spent most preciously.

Ari. Is there more toil? fince thou doft give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou haft promis'd,

Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pro. How now? moody?

What is't thou canft demand?

Ari. My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? no more.

Ari. I pr'ythee,

Remember, I have done thee worthy fervice;

Told

Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, ferv'd

Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou didst promise To bate me a full year.

Pro. Doft thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee?

Ari. No.

Pro. Thou doft; and think'ft it much to tread the ooze Of the falt deep;

To run upon the sharp Wind of the North;

To do me bufinefs in the veins o'th' earth,
When it is bak'd with froft.

Ari. I do not, Sir.

Pro. Thou ly'ft, malignant thing! haft thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy

Was grown into a hoop? haft thou forgot her?

Ari. No, Sir.

Pro. Thou haft: where was the born? fpeak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier.

Pro. Oh, was fhe fo? I muft

Once in a month recount what thou haft been,

Which thou forget'ft. This damn'd witch Sycorax,
For mifchiefs manifold and forceries terrible

To enter human hearing, from Argier,

Thou know'ft, was banish'd: for one thing fhe did,
They would not take her life. Is not this true?
Ari. Ay, Sir.

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child,
And here was left by th' failors; thou my flave
As thou report'ft thy felf, waft then her fervant.
And, for thou waft a spirit too delicate

To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refufing her grand hefts, fhe did confine thee,
By help of her more potent minifters,
And in her moft unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprifon'd, thou didst painfully remain

A dozen years, within which space she dy'd,

And left thee there: where thou didst vent thy groans,
As faft as mill-wheels ftrike. Then was this Ifland
(Save for the fon that she did litter here,

A

A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with

A human shape.

Ari. Yes; Caliban her fon.

Pro. Dull thing, I fay fo: he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in fervice.

Thou beft know'st,

What torment I did find thee in; thy groans
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breafts
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 arriv'd and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.

Ari. I thank thee, mafter.

Pro. If thou more murmur'ft, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, 'till

Thou'ft howl'd away twelve winters.

Ari. Pardon, mafter.

I will be correfpondent to command,
And do my fp'riting gently.

Pro. Do fo: and after two days

I will discharge thee.

Ari. That's my noble master:

What fhall I do? fay what? what fhall I do?

Pro. Go make thy felf like to a nymph o'th' fea.
Be fubject to no fight but mine: invifible

To every eye-ball elfe. Go take this fhape,
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 ftory put Heaviness in me.

Pro. Shake it off: come on;

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

Mira. 'Tis a villain, Sir,

I do not love to look on

Pro. But, as 'tis,

We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood, and ferves in offices

That

That profit us.

'What ho! flave! Caliban!

Thou earth, thou! speak.

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

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

Enter Ariel like a Water-Nymph.

Fine apparition! my quaint Ariel,

Hark in thine ear.

Ari. My lord, it shall 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 unwholsom 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 fhalt have cramps, Side-ftitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vaft of night that they may work,

All exercise on thee: thou fhall be pinch'd

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

Cal. I muft eat my dinner.

This Ifland's mine by Sycorax my mother,

Which thou tak'ft from me. When thou camest first, Thou ftroak'dft me, and mad'ft much of me; and would't give me

Water with berries in't; and teach me how
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 mine own King; and here you fty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The reft of th' Island.

Pro.