Pros.

Ari.

Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot.

The mariners say how thou hast dispos'd,
And all the rest o' the fleet.

Of the King's ship

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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-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid;
The mariners all under hatches stow'd,

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Who, with a charm join'd to their suff'red la-
bour,

I have left asleep; and for the rest o' the fleet,
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again,

And are upon the Mediterranean float

Bound sadly home for Naples,

Supposing that they saw

wreck'd

And his great person perish.

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the King's ship

Ariel, thy charge

Pros.

Ari.

Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work.
What is the time o' the day?

Past the mid season.

Pros. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and

now

Must by us both be spent most preciously.

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Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me

Pros.

pains,

Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
Which is not yet perform'd me.

What is't thou canst demand?

How now ? moody?

My liberty. 245

I prithee,

Ari.
Pros. Before the time be out? No more!

Ari.

Pros.

Ari.

Remember I have done thee worthy service,
Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge or grumblings.

promise

To bate me a full year.

Thou did

From what a torment I did free thee?

Pros. Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the

Ari.

ooze

Of the salt deep,

To run upon the sharp wind of the north,

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When it is bak'd with frost.

I do not, sir.
Pros. 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.

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Once in a month recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax, For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible To enter human hearing, from Argier, Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did They would not take her life. Is not this true? Ari. Ay, sir.

Pros. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child,
And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
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And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate

To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd thou didst painfully remain

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A dozen years; within which space she died
And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans
As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this

Save for the son that she did litter here,

A freckl'd whelp, hag-born,

A human shape.

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not honour'd with

Ari.

Yes, Caliban her son. Pros. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban

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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 pine, and let thee out.

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Ari.
I thank thee, master.
Pros. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak
And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.

Pros.

Ari.

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Pardon, master;

I will be correspondent to command
And do my spiriting gently.

I will discharge thee.

Do so, and after two days

That's my noble master!

What shall I do? say what. What shall I do? 300 Pros. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea; be subject To no sight but thine and mine, invisible

To every eyeball else.

Go take this shape

And hither come in't.

Go, hence with diligence !

Exit Ariel.

Awake, dear heart, awake! Thou hast slept well;

Awake!

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Mir.

Heaviness in me.

Pros.

Shake it off. Come on,

We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never
Yields us kind answer.

Cal.

We cannot miss him. He does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices

That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.

(Within.) There's wood enough within. Pros. Come forth, I say! there's other business for

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Pros. Thou poisonous slave, 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 unwholesome fen