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His arms in this fad knot.

Pro. Of the king's ship
The mariners, say, how thou hast disposed,
And all the rest o'th' feet?

Ari, Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou callidst me up at midnighr, to fetch dew
From the still-vext Bermoothes. There she's hid,
The mariners all under hatches ftow'd,
Whom with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour
I've left asleep; and for the rest o'ch' feet
(Which I dispers'd) they all have met again,
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound fadly home for Naples;
Supposing, that they saw the king's ship wreckt,
And his great person perish.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform’d; but there's more work.
What is the time a'th' day?

ARI. Paft the mid season.

Pro. At least two glasses; the time 'twixt fix 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 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

out? no more.
Ari. I pr’ythee,
Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, sery'd

Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou didit promise
To bate me a full year.

Pro. Doft thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?

ARI. No.

Pro. Thou doft: and think'st it much to tread the ooze Of the falt deep; To run upon the sharp wind of the north; To do me business in the veins o'th' eartli, When it is bak'd with frost.

ARI. I do not, Sir.

Pro. Thou'ly'st, malignant thing! halt 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.

Pro. Oh, was the fo? I must
Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forget'st, This dainn'd witch Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thcu know'ft, 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 wich child, And here was left by th' failors thou, my Nave, As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant. And, for thou waft 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
Imprifon'd thou didst painfully remain
A dozen years, within which space she dy'd,
And left thee there : where thou didit vent thy groans,
As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this iland,
Save for the son that she did litter here,
A freckled whelp, hag-born, not honour'd with
A human shape.

ART. Yes : Caliban her son.

Pro. Dull thing, I say so: he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'ft,
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 damnd, 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 entrails, 'till
Thou'st howl'd away twelve winters.

Ari. Pardon, master.
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my fp'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?

Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o'th' fea.
Be subject to no fight but mine, inviGble


To every eye-ball else. Go take this shape
And hither come in it: go hence with diligence.

[Exit. Aries Awake, dear heart, awake ! thou haft flept 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,
I do not love to look on

Pro. 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! llave! Caliban !
Thou earth, thou! speak.

CAL. [within.] There's wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for thee. Come, thou tortoise! when ?

Énter 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 fiave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth.


Enter Caliban:
As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd
With raven's feather from unwholsom fen;
Drop on you both! a south west blow on you,
And blister you all o'er !

Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath úp; 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 iland's mine by Sycorax my mother,
Which they tak'st from me. When thou cam'ft first,
Thou stroak’dst me, and mad'it much of me; and would'r

give me
Water with berries 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' th’ille,
The fresh springs, brine pits ; barren place, and fertile.
Curs'd 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,
Who first was mine own king; and here you sty me
lo this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of th' island.

Pro. Thou most lying flave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness; I have us’d thee


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