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 leap'd. Pro. But was not this nigh shore? Why, that's my spirit! Close by, my master. Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Ari. Not a hair perish'd ; On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before; and, as thou bad'st 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 sad knot. Pro. Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, Ari. Whom, with a charm joined to their suffer'd labour, Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: What is the time o' the day? Ari. Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses: The time 'twixt six and now, Must by us both be spent most preciously. I Bermudas. 2 Wave. VOL. I. C Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Pro. What is't thou can'st demand? Ari. How now ? moody? My liberty. Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Ari. I pray thee Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, 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? Ari. Pro. Thou dost; and think'st No. It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep, Ari. Pro. Thou hast: where was she born? speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argir.' Pro. O, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did, Algiers. Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, space Into a cloven pine; within which rift A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with 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. This 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 entrails, till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Pardon, master: Ari. Pro. I will discharge thee. Ari. Do so; and after two days That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? 4 Commands. Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea; Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible To every eye-ball else. Go take this shape, And hither come in't: hence, with diligence. [Exit ARIEL. 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, But, as 'tis, I do not love to look on. Pro. That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I say: there's other business for thee: Come forth, thou tortoise! when? Re-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 slave, come forth! 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 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 s Shall, for that vast of night that they may work 5 Fairies. All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them. Cal. I must eat my dinner. Water with berries in't; and teach me how The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile; Of Sycorax, toads, beatles, bats, light on you! Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me Pro. Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have us'd thee, Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known: But thy vile race, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. |