Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid: Whom, with a charın join'd to their suffer'd labour,” I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet, : Which I dispers'd, they all have met again; Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, 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. 341 350 Pro. At least two glasses: The time 'twixt six and now, Must by us both be spent most preciously. Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Pro. How now ? moody? What is't thou can'st demand? Ari. My liberty. Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Ari. I pray thee: Remember, I have done thee worthy service; 360 Told thee no lies, made thee no mistaking, serv'd Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst promise Το 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." 370 ; Pro. Thou ly'st, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot 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, 880 Which thou forgett'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant: 390 And, And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, Into a cloven pine; within which rift A dozen years; within which space she died, groans As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island, (Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with Ari. Yes; Caliban her son. Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. 401 Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in: thy groans Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape The pine, and let thee out. Ari. I thank thee, master. 410 Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Ari. Pardon, master: I will be correspondent to command, And And do my spiriting gently. I will discharge thee. Ari. That's my noble master ! 420 What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? [Exit ARIEL, Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Mira. The strangeness of your story put 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. We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices 530 440 That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban! Thou earth, thou! speak, Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. thee: Come, thou tortoise! when? Enter ARIEL like a Water-Nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Ari. Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil him self 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 As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Cal. I must eat my dinner. 460 This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, Thou stroak'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st 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 shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and fertile ; Curs'd be I, that I did so!-All the charms 470 Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! For |