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Some Food we had, and some fresh Water, that
A noble Neapolitan Gonzalo,
Out of his Charity (who being then appointed
Master of this Design) did give us, with
Rich Garments, Linnens, Stuffs, and Necessaries
Which fince have steeded much. So of his Gentleness,
Knowing I lov'd my Books, he furnih'd me
From mine own Library, with Volumes, that
I prize above my Dukedom.
Mir. Would I might
But ever see that Man.
Pro. Now I arise,
Sit still, and hear the last of our Sea-forrow.
Here in this Island we arriv'd, and here
Have I, thy School-master, made thee more profit
Than other Princes can, that have more Time
For vainer Hours, and Tutors, not so careful,
Mira. Heav'ns thank you for’t, And now I pray you, Sir, (For still 'tis beating in my Mind) your Reason For raising this Sea-storm?
Pro. Know thus far forth,
By Accident most strange, bountiful Fortune
(Now my dear Lady) hath mine Enemies
Brought to this Shore: And by my Prescience
I find, my Zenith doth depend upon
A moft aufpitious Star, whose Influence
If now I court not, but omit, my Fortunes
Will ever after droop: Here cease more Questions,
Thou art inclin'd to sleep. 'Tis a good Dulness,
And give it way; I know thou canst not chuse.
Come away, Servant, come; I am ready now,
Approach, my Ariel. Come.
Ari. All hail, great Master, grave Sir, hail! I come
To answer thy best Pleasure. Be it to fly;
To swim, to dive into the Fire; to ride
On the curl'd Clouds: To thy strong bidding, task
Ariel, and all his Quality.
Pro. Haft, thou, Spirit,
Perform’d to point the Tempest that I bad thee?
Ari. To every Article.
I boarded the King's Ship: Now on the Beak,
Now in the Wafte, the Deck, in every Cabin,
I flam'd Amazement. Sometimes I'ld divide,
And burn in many places ; on the Top-mast,
The Yards and Bolt-sprit, would I flame distinąly,
Then meet, and join. Jove's Lightning, the Precursers
O'th' dreadful Thunder-claps more momentary
And Sight out-running 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 Coyl
Would not infed his Reason?
Ari. Not a Soul
But felt a Feaver of the mad, and plaid
Some Tricks of Desperation : All but Mariners
Plung'd 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 Man that leapt; cry'd Hell is
All the Devils are here.
Pro. Why that's my Spirit:
But was not this nigh Shore?
Ari. Close by, my Master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari. Not a Hair perished:
On their fustaining Garments not a Blemish,
But fresher than before. And as thou badst me,
In Troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the Isle:
The King's Son have I landed by himself,
Whom I left cooling of the Air with Sighs,
In an odd Angle of the Isle, and sitting,
His Arms in this fad Knot.
Pro. Of the King's Ship,
The Mariners, say how thou hast dispos’d,
And all the rest o'th' Fleet?
Ari. Safely in Harbour,
Is the King's Ship; in the deep Nook, where once
Thou call'aft me up at Midnight, to fetch Dew
From the still-vext Bermoothes, there she's hid:
The Mariners all under Hatches stowed,
Who, with a Charm join'd to their suffered Labour,
I have left asleep; and for the rest o'th' Fleet
(Which I dispers’d) they all have met again,
And are upon the Mediterranean Flote,
Bound fadly home for Naples,
Supposing that they saw the King's Ship wrackt,
And his great Person perish.
Pro. Arjel, thy Charge
Exa&ly is perform'd; but there's more Work ;
What is the Time oʻth' Day?
Ari. Past the mid Season.
Pro. At least two Glasses: The time 'twixt fix 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 promis'd, Which is not yet perform’d me.
Pro. How now? moodie?
What is't thou canst demand?
Ari. My Liberty:
Pro. Before the time be out? No more.
Ari, I prethee
Remember I have done thee worthy Service,
Told thee no Lies, made thee no Miftakings, serv'd
Without or Grudge, or Grumblings; thou didst promise
To bate me a full Year.
Pro. Dost thou forget
From what a Torment I did free thee?
Pro. Thou dost; and thinkest it much to tread the
Ooze of the falt Deep;
To run upon the sharp Wind of the North,
To do me Business in the Veins o'th' Earth
When it is bak'd with Frost.
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? Halt thou forgot her?
Ari. No, Sir.
Pro. Thou hast: Where was she born? speak; tell me,
Ari. Sir, in Argier.
Pro. Oh, was the so: I must
Once in a Month recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forgetst. This damn'd Witch Sycorax
For Mischiefs manifold, and Sorceries too terrible
To enter humian Hearing, from Argier
Thou know'st was banishid: For one thing she did
They would not take her Life. Is not this true?
Ari. Ay, Sir.
Pro. This blue-ey'd Hag was kither brought with Child,
And here was left by th' Sailors; thou my Slave,
As thou report'st thy self, wast then her Šervant.
And, for thou wast a Spirit too delicate
To act her carthy and abhor'd Commands,
Refusing her grand Hests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent Ministers,
And in ker most unmittigable Rage,
Into a cloven Pyne; within which Rift
Imprison'd, thcu didst painfully remain
A dozen Years; within which Space the dy'd,
And left thee there: Where thou didst vent thy Groans
As fast as Mill Wheels strike. Then was this Island
(Save for the Son that she did litter here
A frekel'd Whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with
A human Shape.
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 damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not again undo: It was mine Art,
When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape
The Pyne, and let thee out.
Ari. I thank thee, Master.
Pro. If thou more murmur'ft, I will rend an Oak And
peg thee in his knotty Entrails, 'till Thou hast howld away twelve Winters.
Ari. Pardon, Master.
I will be correspondent to Command,
And do my Spriting gently.
Pro. Do fo: And after two Days
I will discharge thee.
Ari. That's my noble Master:
What'shall I do? Say what? What shall I do?
Pro. Go make thy self like to a Nymph o'th' Sea.
Be subject to no Sight but thine, and mine: Invisible
To every Eye-ball else. Go take this Shape,
And hither come in't: Go, hence
[Exit. Pro. Awake, dear Heart awake, thou hast slept well, Awake.
Mira. The Strangeness of your Story put
Heaviness in me.
Pro. Shake it off: Come on,
We'll visit Caliban, my Slave, 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 serves Offices
That profit us. What hoa! Slave! Caliban!
Thou Earth thou! speak.
Cal. (within.) There's Wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I say, there's other Business for thee: Come thou Tortoys, when?
Enter Ariel like a Water-Nympha
Fine Apparition: My quaint Ariel,
Heark in thine Ear.
Ari. My Lord, it shall be done.
[Exit. Pro. Thou poisonous Slave, got by the Devil himself Upon thy wicked Dam; come forth.
Cal. As wicked Dew, as e'er my Mother brush'd
With Ravens Feather from unwholsome Fen,
Drop on you both: A South-west blow on ye,
And blister you all o'er. .
Pro. For this, be sure, to Night thou shalt have Cramps,
Side-stitches, that shall pen thy Breath up, Urchins
Shall for that waste of Night, that they may work
All Exercise on thee: Thou shalt be pinch'd
As thick as Hony-comb, each Pinch more stinging
Than Bees that made 'em.
Cal. I must eat my Dinner ;