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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 flote,
Bound sadly home for Naples ;
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wrack’d,
And his great person perish.
Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform’d ; but there's more work:
What is the time o' the day?
Past the mid season.
Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six 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 promisd,
Which is not yet perform'd me.
How now? moody?
What is't thou can'st demand ?
Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
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.
Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee ?
Pro. Thou dost; and think'st it much, to tread the ooze
Of the salt deep :-
To run upon the sharp wind of the north ;
To do me business in the veins o' the carth,
When it is bak'd with frost.
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? hast thou forgot her?
ARI. No, sir.
PRO. Thou hast: where was she born ? speak; tell me.
ARI. Sir, in Argier.
O, was she so? I must,
Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forget’st. This vile 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.
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child,
And here was left by the sailors : Thou, my slave,
As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant :
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her carthly 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
A 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 island,
(Save for the son that she did litter here,
A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with
A human shape.
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 pine, and let thee out.
I thank thee, master.
Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak,
peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
Pardon, master :
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spriting gently.
Do so; and after two days
I will discharge thee.
That's my noble master!
What shall I do? say what? what shall I do?
Pro. Go, make thyself like to a nymph o’ th' 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.
[Erit ARIEL. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!
MIRA. [awaking] The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.
Shake it off. Come on ;
We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Yields us kind answer.
'Tis a villain, sir,
I do not love to look on.
But, as 'tis,
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.
There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for thee:
Come, thou tortoise! when?
Re-enter ARIEL, like a IVater-nymph.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.
My lord, it shall be done. [Exit.
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, come forth !
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-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-comb, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made them.
I must eat my dinner.
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first,
Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st give me
Water with berries in in't; and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile ;
Cursed be I that I did so!-All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you !
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the island.
Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness : I have us'd thec,
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honour of my child.
CAL. O ho, O ho !-'would it had been done!
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.