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Could not again undo: it was mine art,
Ari. I thank thee, master.
Pro. If thou more murmur'ft, I will rend an oak
Ari. Pardon, master.
I will be correfpondent to command,
Pro. Do fo; and after two days I'll discharge thee.
What shall I do? fay what? what shall I do?
Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o'th' fea,
And hither come in't: hence with diligence. [Exit Ariel,
Mir. The ftrangeness of your story put
Pro. Shake it off: come on,
We'll vifit Caliban my flave, who never
Mir. 'Tis a villain, Sir,
I do not love to look on
Pro. But as 'tis
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
That profit us.
Cal. [within.] There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I fay, there's other bufinefs for thee.
Fine apparition! my quaint Ariel,
Ari. My lord, it shall be done.
Pro. Thou poifonous flave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam; come forth, thou tortoise.
SCENE IV. Enter Caliban.
Pro. For this, be fure, to-night thou fhalt have cramps,
Cal. I muft eat my dinner.
This Ifland's mine by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak ft from me. When thou cameft first
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
The fresh fprings, brine-pits; barren place and fertile.
Of Syocrax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
Who firft was mine own King: and here you fty me
Pro. Thou moft lying flave,
Whom ftripes may move, not kindness; I have us'd thee
Cal. Oh ho, oh ho, I wou'd it had been done!
Pro. Abhorred flave;
Who any print of goodness will not take,
Took pains to make thee fpeak, taught thee each hour
A thing moft brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known. But thy vile race (Tho' thou didst learn) had that in't, which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou Defervedly confin'd into this rock.
Cal. You taught me language, and my profit on't Is, I know how to curfe: the red-plague rid you For learning me your language!
Pro. Hag-feed, hence!
Fetch us in fewel, and be quick (thou 'wert best)
Cal. No, pray thee.
I must obey, his art is of fuch pow'r
Pro. So, flave, hence!
Enter Ferdinand, and Ariel invisible, playing and finging.
Come unto thefe yellow fands,
Curt'fied when you have and kift
Hark, bark, bough-rawgh: the watch-dogs bark,
Ari. Hark, bark, I bear.
The firain of frutting chanticlere,
Fer. Where should this Mufick be? in air, or earth ? It founds no more: and fure it waits upon Some God o'th' Inland. Sitting on a bank, Weeping against the King my father's wreck, This mufick erept by me apon the waters*
Allaying both their fury and my passion,
ARIEL'S SON G.
Full fathom five thy father lyes,
[Burthen: ding-dong, Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father; This is no mortal business, nor no found
That the earth owns: I hear it now above me.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
Mir. What is't, a fpirit?
Lord, how it looks about! believe me, Sir,
Pro. No, wench, it eats, and fleeps, and hath fuch fenfes
And ftrays about to find 'em.
Mira. I might call him
A thing divine, for nothing natural
I ever faw so noble.
Pro. It goes on,
I fee, as my foul prompts it. Spirit, I'll free thee
Fer. Moft fure the Goddess
On whom these ayres attend! vouchsafe my pray'r
(Which I do laft pronounce) is, O you wonder?
If you be made or no?
Fer. My language! heav'ns!
What wert thou if the King of Naples heard thee?
Mir. Alack, for mercy!
Fer. Yes faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan And his brave fon, being twain.
Pro. The Duke of Milan
And his more braver daughter could controul thee,
They have chang'd eyes:
Fer. O, if a Virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
Pro. Soft Sir, one word more.
They're both in either's pow'r: but this swift business
Make the prize light. Sir, one word more; I charge thee
That thou attend me, thou doft here ufurp
Fer. No, as I'm a man,