His arms in this fad knot. PRO. Of the king's ship The mariners, fay, how thou hast disposed, ARI. Safely in harbour Is the king's fhip; in the deep nook, where once The mariners all under hatches ftow'd, Whom with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour Suppofing, that they saw the king's ship wreckt, PRO. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work. What is the time o' th' day? ARI. Paft the mid feason. PRO. At least two glaffes; the time 'twixt fix and now Muft by us both be spent most preciously. ARI. Is there more toil? fince thou doft give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou haft promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me. PRO. How now ? moody? What is't thou canft demand? ARI. My liberty. PRO. Before the time be out? no more. Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, ferv'd Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou didst 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' earth, When it is bak'd with froft. ARI. I do not, Sir. PRO. Thou lyft, malignant thing! haft thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy Was grown into a hoop? haft thou forgot her? ARI. No, Sir. PRO. Thou haft: where was fhe born? fpeak; tell me. ARI. Sir, in Argier. PRO. Oh, was the fo? I muft 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'ft, was banish'd: for one thing she did, PRO. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by th' failors; thou, my flave, As thou report'ft thyself, waft then her servant. To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, And in her most unmitigable rage, A dozen years, within which space she dy'd, And left thee there: where thou didst vent thy groans, As fast as mill-wheels ftrike. Then was this ifland, Save for the fon that she did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag-born, not honour'd with ARI. Yes: Caliban her fon. PRO. Dull thing, I fay fo: he, that Caliban, The pine, and let thee out. ARI. I thank thee, master. PRO. If thou more murmur'ft, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, 'till Thou'st howl'd away twelve winters. I will be correfpondent to command, PRO. Do fo; and after two days I will discharge thee. ARI. That's my noble master : What shall I do? fay what? what shall I do? PRO. Go make thyfelf like to a nymph o' th' fea. Be fubject to no fight but mine, invisible To every eye-ball elfe. Go take this shape [Exit. Arie Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake MIRA. The strangeness of your story put Heavinefs in me. PRO. Shake it off: come on; We'll vifit Caliban, my flave, who never 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, CAL. [within.] There's wood enough within. 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, Hark in thine ear. PRO. Thou poisonous flave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth. [Exit. SCENE IV. Enter Caliban: As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd And blifter you all o'er ! PRO. For this, be fure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more ftinging CAL. I must eat my dinner. This ifland's mine by Sycorax my mother, Which theu tak'ft from me. When thou cam'ft first, Thou ftroak'dft me, and mad'ft much of me; and would'st 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, The fresh springs, brine pits; barren place, and fertile. Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Who first was mine own king; and here you fty me PRO. Thou most lying flave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness; I have us'd thee |