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Pro.

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

grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? Ari. No, sir.

Thou hast: where was she born? speak; Ari. Sir, in Argier.

(tell me. Pro.

0, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget'st. This damnd witch, Sycorax, For mischiefs manifold, and 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, iny slave, As thou reportst thyself, wast then her servant: And, for thou wast á spirit too delicate To act her 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 groaps, As fast as mill-wheels strike: then was this island (Sxve for the son that she dįd litter here,

A freckled whelp, hag-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 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'st, I will rend an oak,
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou hast howld away twelve winters.
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 nyınph 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! Caliban!

Thou earth, thou! speak.
Cal. (Within.] There's wood enough within.

Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for theo; Come forth, thou tortoise! when?

Re-enter AnỊel, like a Water-Nymph.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.
Ari.

My lord, it shall he done. [Erit. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

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 have 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 honeycombs, 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 Water with berries in't; and teach me how [give me 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 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 ine '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 lodgʻd thee Ja mine owa 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;
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, thou 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!

[Exit Caliban. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing ; Fer

DINAND 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 whist)

Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

Hark, hark!
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

[Dispersedly.
The watch-dogs bark:
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

[Dispersedly. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere,

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.
Fer. Where shonld this music be?i'the air, or the earth?
It sounds no more :—and sure, it waits upon
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This music crept by me upon the waters;
Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
Or it bath drawn me rather :~But 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.

Ariel sings.
Full fathom five thy father lies;

Of his bones are corul made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes :

Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange,
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell.

[Burden, ding-dong.
Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father :-
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes :- I hear it now above me.

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance
And say, what thou seest yond.'
Mira.

What is't? a spirit?
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form : But 'tis a spirit.

Pro. No,wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses As we have, such: this gallant which thou seest

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