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, The yards, and bolt fprit, would I flame diftinctly, And fight-out-running were not; The fire, and cracks Pro. My brave fpirit! Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coil' Ari. Not a foul But felt a fever of the mad', and play'd Some tricks of defperation: All, but mariners, Pro. Why, that's my spirit! But was not this nigh fhore? Ari. Close by, my master. Pro. But are they, Ariel, fafe? 9 to point]-exactly, completely. I flam'd amazement]-I wrought wonders in the fhape of fire. 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, Pro. Of the king's fhip, The mariners, fay how thou haft difpos'd, Ari. Safely in harbour Is the king's fhip; in the deep nook, where once Whom, with a charm join'd to their fuffer'd labour, 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' the day? Ari. Past the mid season, at least two glasses. 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. zwave. Let Let me remember thee what thou haft promifed, 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, 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 left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans, (Save for the fon that fhe did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with Ari. Yes; Caliban her fon. Pro. Dull thing, I fay fo; he, that Caliban, 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 fpiriting gently. VOL. I. C Pro. 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? a To every eye-ball elfe. Go, take this shape, [Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Mira. The ftrangeness of your ftory put 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, 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! |