His arms in this fad knot.

PRO. Of the king's ship

The mariners, fay, how thou hast disposed,
And all the reft o' th' fleet?

ARI. Safely in harbour

Is the king's fhip; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dft 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' th' fleet
(Which I difpers'd) they all have met again,
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound fadly home for Naples;

Suppofing, 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 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.
ARI. I pr'ythee,

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,
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 th' failors; thou, my flave,

As thou report'ft thyself, waft then her servant.
And, for thou waft a spirit too delicate

To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hefts, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent minifters,

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 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
A human shape.

ARI. Yes: Caliban her fon.

PRO. Dull thing, I fay fo: 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 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'ft, 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 correfpondent 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? 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
And hither come in it: go hence with diligence.

[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
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 ferves in offices
That profit us. What ho! flave! 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 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
With raven's feather from unwholfom fen,
Drop on you both! a south west blow on you,

And blifter you all o'er !

PRO. For this, be fure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
Side-ftitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
Shall, for that vaft of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd

As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more ftinging
Than bees that made 'em.

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,
And fhew'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 fty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The reft of th' island.

PRO. Thou most lying flave,

Whom stripes may move, not kindness; I have us'd thee