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Pro. Haft thou, fpirit,

Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bad thee?

Ari. To every article.

I boarded the king's fhip; now on the beak,
Now in the wafte, the deck, in every cabin,
'I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast

The yards, and bolt fprit, would I flame diftinctly,
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the precurfors
O'the dreadful thunder-clap, more momentary

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

Pro. My brave fpirit!

Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coil'
Would not infect his reafon?

Ari. Not a foul

But felt a fever of the mad', 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-staring (then like reeds, not hair)
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty,
And all the devils are here.

Pro. Why, that's my spirit!

But was not this nigh fhore?

Ari. Close by, my master.

Pro. But are they, Ariel, fafe?
Ari. Not a hair perish'd;

9 to point]-exactly, completely.

I flam'd amazement]-I wrought wonders in the fhape of fire.
this coil]-this fcene of horrour and confufion.

fever of the mad ]-of the mad fpecies; the effects of a calenture;

was quite frantic.

On

On their "fustaining garments not a blemish,

But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have difpers'd them 'bout the isle:
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' the 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;

Whom, with a charm join'd to their fuffer'd labour,
I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet,
Which I difpers'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,

Bound fadly home for Naples;

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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' the day?

Ari. Past the mid season, at least two glasses.
Pro. The time 'twixt fix and now,

Muft by us both be spent most preciously.

Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou doft give me pains,

"Juftaining garments]-that bore being drenched in the fea without injury.

"Atill-vex'd Bermoothes]-The Bermuda Islands were fubject to fuch frequent ftorms and hurricanes, that they were faid to be inchanted, and infested with monsters, witches, devils, &c.

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Let me remember thee what thou haft promifed,
Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pro. How now ? moody?

What is't thou can't demand?

Ari. My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? no more.

Ari. I pray thee:

Remember, I have done thee worthy fervice;

Told thee no lies, made thee no miftakings, ferv'd Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst promife 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' the earth,

When it is bak'd with froft.

Ari. I do not, fir.

Pro. Thou ly'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, fir.

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

Pro. Oh, was she so? I must,

Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,

Which thou forgett'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 fhe did,
They would not take her life: Is not this true?

Y y made no mistakings, ferv'd thee.

2 Argier]-The antient English name of Algiers.

Ari.

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 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, fhe 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 faft as mill-wheels ftrike: Then was this ifland,

(Save for the fon that fhe 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 beft 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.

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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 fpiriting gently.

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Pro. Do fo; and after

Two days I will discharge thee.

Ari. That's my noble mafter!

What shall I do? fay what? what fhall I do?
Pro. Go make thyfelf like to a nymph o' the fea :
Be fubject to no fight but mine; invisible

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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 hast slept well;
Awake!

Mira. The ftrangeness of your ftory put
Heavinefs 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, 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!

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