صور الصفحة
PDF
النشر الإلكتروني

pray thee

Ari.

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 promis'd,
Which is not yet perform’d me.
Pro.

How now ? moody?
What is't thou can'st demand?
Ari.

My liberty.
Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
Ari.

I
Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst pro-,

mise
To bate me a full year.
Pro.

Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
Ari.

No.
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 earth,
When it is bak'd with frost.
Ari.

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 noop? hast thou forgot her?

Ari. No, sir.
Pro.

Thou hast; where was she born?
speak; tell me.
Ari. Sir, in Argier*.
Pro.

O, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax,

• Algiers.

For mischiefs manifold, aud 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 lier earthly 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 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, bag-born), not honour'd with
A human shape.
Ari.

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 groaps
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 agaiv 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.

• Commands.

Ari.

Pardon, master:
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.
Pro.

Do so; 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' 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,
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! slave! Calibau !
Thou earth, thou! speak.

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.
Five apparition ! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.
Ari.

My lord, it shall be done. (Erit.Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil him.

self Upon thy wicked dam, come forth !

• Do without.

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 bave

cramps, Side-stitches, 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.combs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them. Cal.

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'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 show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile; Cursed be I that 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. 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
Iu 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.
Pro.

Abhorred slave;

* Fairies.

Which any print of goodness will not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied 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.

Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : the red plague rid* you, For learning me your language ! Pro.

Hag.seed, hence ! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thon wert best, To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice? If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps ; Fill all thy bones with aches : make thee roar, That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

Cal. No, 'pray thee! I must obey: his art is of such power, [Aside. It would control my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him. Pro.

So, slave; hence !

(Erit Caliban.

Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing ;

Ferdinand following him.

ARIEL'S SONG.

Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands :
Court'

sied when you have, and kiss'd,
(The wild waves whistt)

• Destroy.

+ Sull, silent.

« السابقةمتابعة »