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Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
Froin the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid :
The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep : and for the rest o' the fleet, 341
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound sadly home for Naples ;
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
And his great person 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.

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, Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pro. How now? moody? What is't thou can'st demand ? Ari. My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? no more.

Ari. I Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made thee no mistaking, serv'd Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst promise


pray thee:


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 ; 370 “ To do me business in the veins o' the earth, “ When it is bak'd with frost.

Ari. I do not, sir.''. : Pro. Thou ly'st, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who, with

envy, Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?

Ari. No, sir.
Pro.. Thou hast : Where was she born ? speak ;

age, and

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'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible To enter human hearing, from Argier, Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did, They would not take her life : Is not this true ? Ari: Ay, sir, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought witli

child, And here was left by the sailors : Thou, my slave, As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant : 390


And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests, 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 she died,
And left thee there ; where thou didst vent thy

groans As fast as mill-wheels strike : Then was this island, (Save for the son that she did litter here,

401 A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with A human shape.

Ari. Yes ; Caliban her son.

Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. 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 410 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'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 do my spiriting gently.

420 Pro. Do so; and after two days I will discharge thee.

Ari. That's my noble master!
What shall I do? say what? what shall I do?

Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea :
Be subject to no sight but thine and mine; invisible
To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in it: go, hence, with diligence.

[Exit ARIEL, Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!

530 Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me.

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.

Pro. But, as 'tis,
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices

440 That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban! Thou earth, thou! speak,

Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for

Come, thou tortoise! when?

Enter Ariel like a Water-Nymph.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear,


Ari. My lord, it shall be done.

[Exit. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil him

self Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!


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Cal. As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brysh'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, bę sure, to-night thou shalt have

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, cach pinch more stinging
Than bees that made 'em.

460 Cal. I must cat my

This island's inine, 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 charıns
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!



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