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From my own library, with volumes that
I prize above my Dukedom.
Mira. Would I might
But ever fee that man!

Pro. Now, I arife:

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Sit ftill, and hear the laft of our fea-forrow.+
Here in this island we arriv'd, and hereb -.d
Have I, thy fchool-mafter, made thee more profit
Than other Princes can, that have more timer
For vainer hours, and tutors not fo careful.on Brow
Mir. Heav'ns thank you fort't! And now, I pray you, Sir,
(For ftill 'tis beating in my mind) your reafon
For raifing this fea-ftorm?

Pro. Know thus far forth;

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By accident moft strange, bountiful fortune 1
(Now my dear Lady) hath mine enemies degr
Brought to this fhore: and, by my prescience
I find, my Zenith doth depend upon

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A moft aufpicious ftar; whofe influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop.-Here ceafe more queftions;
'Thou art inclin'd to fleep. 'Tis a good dulnefs,
And give it way; I know, thou canst not chufe.-
[Miranda fleeps.
Come away, fervant, come; I'm ready now
Approach, my Ariel. Come.

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Enter Ariel.

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Ari. All hail, great mafter! grave Sir, hail! I come To answer thy beft pleafure: Be't to fly.

To fwim; to dive into the fire; to ride

On the curl'd clouds to thy-ftrong bidding task
Ariel, and all his qualities.

Pro. Haft thou, fpirit,

Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bade thee?,
Ari. To every article.

} boarded the King's thip now on the beak,
Now in the wafte, the deck, in every cabin,
1 Ham'd amazement. Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top malt,

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The yards, and bolt-fprit, would I flamé diftinctly; Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precurfers Of dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary

And fight out-running were not; the fire and cracks Of fulphurous roaring the moft mighty Neptune Seem'd to befiege, and make his bold waves tremble; Yea, his dread trident shake.

Pro. My brave, brave spirit!

Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coy!
Would not infect his reafon ?

Ari. Not a foul

But felt a fever of the mind, and play'd

Some tricks of defperation: all, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the veffel,
Then all a-fire with me: the King's fon Ferdinand
With hair up-ftaring (then like reeds, not hair)
Was the first man, that leap'd; cry'd, "hell is empty;
"And all the devils are here.

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Pro. Why, that's my fpirit!
But was not this nigh thore?
Ari. Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, fafe?
Ari. Not a hair perifh'd:

On their fuftaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before. And as thou badst me,
In troops I have difpers'd them 'bout the ile:
The King's fon have I landed by himself,
Whom I left cooling of the air with fighs,
In an odd angle of the ifle, and fitting,
His arms in this fad knot.

Pro. Of the King's fhip,

The mariners, fay how thou haft difpos'd,
And all the rest o' th' fleet?

Ari. Safely in harbour

Is the King's fhip; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dft me up at midnight, to fetch dew
From the ftill-vext Bermudas, there he's hid: (9)

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(9) From the still wext Bermoothes] So this word has hitherto been mistakenly written in all the books. There are about 400

The mariners all under hatches ftow'd,

Who, with a charm join'd to their fuffered labour,
I've left afleep; and for the reft 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 faw the King's fhip wreckt,
And his great perfon 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 feafon.

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 canst demand ?

Ari. My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? no more.

Ari. 1 pr'ythee,

Remember, I have done thee worthy fervice;
Told thee no lies, made no miftakings, ferv'd
Without grudge, or grumblings; thou didst promise
To bate me a full year.

iflands in North America, the principal of which was call'd Bermuda from a Spaniard of that name who first difcover'd them. They are likewife call'd fummer iflands, from Sir George Summers, who in 1609. made that voyage; and viewing them, probably, first brought the Egli acquaintea with them, and invited them afterwards to fettle a plantation there,But why, fill vext Bermudas? The foil is celebrated for its beauty and fruitfulness; and the air is fo very temperate and ferene, that people lived there to a great age, and are feldom troubled with fickness. But then, on the other hand, thefe iflands are fo furrounded with rocks on all fides, that without a perfect knowledge of the paffage, a small veffel cannot be brought to haven...... Again, we are told, that they are fubject to violent ftorms, fometimes with terrible clattering of thunder, and dismal flashing of lightning. And befides, Sir George Summers, when he made the difcovery, was actually fhipwreck'd on the coaft. This, I take it, might be a Jufficient foundation for our Author's using the epithet fill-quest,

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Pro. Doft thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee?

Ari. No.

Pro. Thou doft; and think'ft 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 troft.

Ari. I do not, Sir.

Pro. Thou ly'st, 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 the born? speak; tell me..
Ari. Sir, in Argier

Pro. Oh, was the fo? I muft

Once in a month recount what thou haft been,
Which thou forget'ft. This damn'd witch Sycorax,
For mifchiefs manifold and forceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,

Thou know'it, was banish'd: for one thing the 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 fervant
And, for thou wait a spirit too delicate

To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refufing her grand hefts, fhe did confine thee,.
By help of her more potent minifiers,
And in her moft unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift.
Imprifon'd, thou didst painfully remain

A dozen years, within which space the dy'd,

And let thee there: where thou didst vent thy groans,.

As faft as mill-wheels ftrike. Then was this ifland.

(Save for the fon that he did litter here,

A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with

A human fhape.

Ari, Yes; Caliban her fon..

Pro

Pro. Dull thing, I fay fo: he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in fervice. Thou beft 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, mafter.

Pro. If thou more murmur'ft, I will rend an oak,

And peg thee in his knotty entrails, 'till

Thou't 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 difcharge thee,

Ari. That's my noble mafter;

What fhall I do? fay what? what fhall I do?"

Pro Go make thyfelf like to a nym h o' th' sea. Be fubject to no fight but mine: invifible

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To every eye-ball ife. Go take this shape,
And hither come in it: go hence with diligence.
[Exit Ariel,
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou haft flept well;
Awake..

Mira. The ftrangeness of your ftory put
Heaviness in me.

Pro. Shake it off: come on;

We'el vifit Caliban my flave, who never
Yields us kind anfwer.

Mira. 'Tis a villain, Sir,

I do not love to look on

Pro. But, as 'tis,

We cannot mifs him; he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood, and ferves in offices
That profit us. What hoa! flave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! fpeak.

Cal. (within) There's wood enough within.

Pro.

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