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 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 midnight, to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes *, there fhe's hid
The mariners all under hatches ftow'd,

Who, with a charm join'd to their fuffered 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 faw the King's fhip wreck'd,
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 season, at least two glaffes.

Pro. The time 'twixt fix and now

Muft by us both be fpent moft 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. I pr'ythee,

Remember, I have done thee worthy service;

Told

*This is the Spanish pronunciation of Bermudas: the account of which island, in Purchas's pilgrimage, is, that it was called the island of devils, and the inchanted island; these names being given it from the monstrous tempefts which there have been often fuftained. And again fpeaking of the whole cluster of islands with which the great one is furrounded, he faith, The islands feem rent with tempefis of thunder lightning and rain, which threaten in time to devour them all.

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'ft it much to tread the ooze Of the falt deep;

To run upon the fharp wind of the north;

To do me bufinefs in the veins o' th' earth,
When it is bak'd with froft.

Ari. I do not, Sir.

Pro. Thou li'ft, 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? speak; tell
Ari. Sir, in Argier.

Pro. Oh, was fhe fo? I muft

Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forget'ft. 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.

me.

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 thyfelf, waft then her fervant.

And, for thou waft a spirit too delicate

To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refufing 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 faft as mill-wheels ftrike. Then was this island
(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 son.

Pro. Dull thing, I fay fo: he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in fervice. Thou best know'st,
What torment I did find thee in; thy groans
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breafts
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 intrails, till
Thou'ft 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 fhall I do? fay, what? what fhall I do?
Pro. Go make thy felf like to a nymph o' th' fea.
Be fubject to no fight but mine; invifible

To every eye-ball elfe. 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 story put Heavinefs in me.

Pro. Shake it off: come on;

We'll vifit 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 mifs him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood, and ferve in offices
That profit us. What ho! flave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! fpeak.

Cal. [within.] There's wood enough within.

Pro.

Pro. Come forth, I fay; 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.

Ari. My Lord, it fhall be done.

[Exit

Pro. Thou poisonous flave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth.

SCENE IV. Enter Caliban.

Cal. "As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brufli'd

"With raven's feather from unwhole fome fen,

Drop on you both! a fouth-weft blow on ye,

"And blifter you all o'er!"

Pro. For this, be fure, to-night thou fhalt have cramps,
Side-fliches that fall pen thy breath up; urchins
Shall, for that vaft of night that they may work,
All exercife on thee: thou fhalt be pinch'd

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

Cal. I must eat my dinner.

"This island's mine by Sycorax my mother,

"Which thou tak'ft from me. When thou cameft first, "Thou ftroak'dit me, and mad'ft much of me; and wouldft 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 fprings, 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 firft 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 moit lying flave,

Whom ftripes may move, not kindness; I have us'd thee (Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd

In mine own cell, till thou didst feek to violate

VOL. I.

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The honour of child. my

Cal. Oh ho, oh ho!

-I wou'd it had been done!

Thou didst prevent me, I had peopled elfe

This ifle with Calibans.

Pro. Abhorred flave;

Which any print of goodnefs wilt not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pity'd thee,

Took pains to make thee fpeak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other. When thou.couldft not, favage,
Shew thine own meaning, but wouldft gabble like
A thing moft brutish, I endow'd thy purpofes

With words that made them known. But thy vile race
(Tho' thou didst learn) had that in't, which good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou
Defervedly confin'd into this rock,

Who hadit deferv'd more than a prison

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

Pro. Hag-feed, hence!

Fetch us in fewel, and be quick (thou wert' beft)
To answer other bufinefs. Shrug'ft thou, malice?
If thou neglect'ft, or doft unwillingly

What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps;
Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar,
That beafts fhall tremble at thy din.

Cal. No, 'pray thee.

I must obey; his art is of fuch pow'r,

It would controul my dam's god Setebos,
And make a vaffal of him.

Pro. So, flave, hence!

[Exit Caliban.

SCENE V.

Enter Ferdinand; and Ariel invisible, playing and finging.

ARIEL'S SONG.

Come unto thefe yellow fands,
And then take hands:

Curt'fied when you have, and kift;
(The wild waves whift;)

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