Come away, fservant, come; I'm ready now: Ari. All hail, great master! grave Sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure: be't to fly; To fwim; to dive into the fire; to ride On the curl'd clouds: to thy strong bidding tafk Pro. Haft thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? Ari. To every article. I boarded the King's ship: now on the beak, Pro. My brave, brave spirit! Who was fo firm, so constant, that this coil Ari. Not a foul But felt a fever of the mind, and play'd Pro. Why, that's my spirit! But was not this nigh shore? Pro. But are they, Ariel, fafe? Ari. Not a hair perish'd: On their fustaining garments not a blemish, VOL. I. B The The King's fon have I landed by himself, Pro. Of the King's ship Ani. Safely in harbour Is the King's ship; in the deep nook, where once Who, with a charm join'd to their fuffered labour, Suppofing that they saw the King's ship wreck'd, Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: Ari Past the mid feafon, at least two glasses.. Must by us both be spent molt preciously. Ari. Is there more toil? fince thou doft give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me. Pro. How now? moody? What is't thou canst demand? Ari. My liberty. Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Remember, I have done thee worthy service; This is the Spanish pronoune ation of Bermudas; the account of which illand in Purchas's pilgrimage is, th t it was called the island of devils, a' d the in banted island; th se names being given it from the monstrous tempelts which there have been often fußained And again speaking of the whole uster of isaeds with which the great one is fur ou ded, he faith The island seem rent wird empests of thunder, lightning, and rain, which threaten in time to devour them all. Told Told thee no lyes, made no mistakings, serv'd Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou didst promife To bate me a full year. Pro. Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee? Ari. No. Pro. Thou dost; and think'st it much to tread the ooze Of the falt deep; To run upon the sharp wind of the north; When it is bak'd with froft. Ari. I do not, Sir. Pro. Thou ly'st, 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. Pro. Thou hast: where was the born? speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier. Pro. Oh, was the fo? I must Once in a month recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax, For mischiefs manifold and forceries terrible To enter human hearing, from Argier, Thou know'it was banish'd: for one thing she did, Ari. Ay, Sir. Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, A dozen years, within which space the dy'd, (Save for the son that she did litter here, Ari. Yes; Caliban her fon. Pro. Dull thing, I say fo: 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 pine, and let thee out. Ari. I thank thee, master. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty intrails, till Thou'st howl'd away twelve winters. Ari. Pardon, maiter. I will be correfpondent to command, And do my sp'riting 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? Be subject to no fight but mine; invisible And hither come in it: go hence with diligence. [Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Mira. The strangeness of your story put Pro. Shake it off: come on; Mira. 'Tis a villain, Sir, I do not love to look on We cannot miss him he does make our fire, Gal. [within.] There's wood enough within. Pro Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for thee. Come thou tortoife! when? Enter Ariel like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! my quaint Ariel, [Exit, Ari. My Lord, it shall be done. Pro. Thou poisonous flave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth. SCENE IV. Enter Caliban. Cal. "As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd "With raven's feather from unwholesome fen, "Drop on you both! a fouth-west blow on ye, " And blifter you all o'er! [cramps, Pro. For this, be fure, to-night thou shalt have Side-stiches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em. Cal. " I must eat my dinner. "This ifland's mine by Sycorax my mother, "Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, "Thou ftroak'dit me, and madst much of ine; and would'st 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 shew'd thee all the qualities o' th' ifle, "The fresh springs, 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 fubjects that you have, " Who first was mine own king; and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest of th' ifland. Pro. Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness; I have us'd thee (Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The |