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, fir.

PRO. Thou lieft, 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, fir.

PRO. Thou haft: Where was she born? speak; tell me. ARI. Sir, in Argier.

PRO. O, was the 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 banifh'd; for one thing fhe did,
They would not take her life: Is not this true?
ARI. Ay, fir.

PRO. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child,
And here was left by the failors: Thou, my flave,
As thou report'ft thyself, waft then her fervant:
And, for thou wast 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 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 fhe died,

And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans,

As faft 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 fervice. 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'ft, I will rend an oak,

'And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till

Thou haft howl'd away twelve winters.
ARI. Pardon, master:

I will be correfpondent to command,
And do my fpriting 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 shall I do?

PRO. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the fea;

Be fubject to no fight but mine; invifible

To every eye-ball elfe. Go, take this shape,

And hither come in't: hence, with diligence. [Exit ARIEL.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou haft flept well;
Awake!

MIRA. The ftrangeness of your story put

Heaviness in me.

PRO. Shake it off: Come on;

We'll vifit Caliban, my flave, who never
Yields us kind answer.

MIRA. 'Tis a villain, fir,

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, ho! flave, Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.

CAL. [Within.] There's wood enough within.

PRO. Come forth, I fay; there's other business for thee: Come forth, thou tortoife! when?

Re-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!

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 fouth-weft blow on ye,

And blifter 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 honey-combs, each pinch more ftinging
Than bees that made them.

This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,

Which thou tak'ft from me. When thou camest first, Thou strok'ft me, and mad'ft much of me; would't give nie

Water with berries in't; and teach me how

To name the bigger light, and how the lefs,

VOL. I.

B

That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
And fhew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,

The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile ;
Curfed be I that did fo!_All the charms

Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!

For I am all the fubjects that you have,

Which first was mine own king: and here you fty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The reft of the island.

PRO. Thou most lying flave,

Whom ftripes may move, not kindness: I have us'd thee,
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate

The honour of my child.

CAL. O ho, O ho!—'wou'd it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This ifle 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 didft not, favage,
Know thine own meaning, but would'ft gabble like
A thing moft 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 waft thou
Defervedly confin'd into this rock,

Who hadft deferv'd more than a prifon.

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 fuel; and be quick, th' wert beft,

To answer other business. 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 muft obey his art is of fuch power,

It would control my dam's god Setebos,

And make a vaffal of him.

PRO. So, flave; hence!

[Afide.

[Exit CALIBAN.

Re-enter ARIEL invifible, playing and finging; FERDI

NAND following him.

ARIEL'S Song.

Come unto thefe yellow fands,

And then take hands :

FER. Where fhould this mufick be? i'the air, or the earth?

It founds no more :-and fure, it waits upon

Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This mufick crept by me upon the waters;
Allaying both their fury, and my paffion,