Thou know'st was banish'd; for one thing she 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 slave,
As thou report'ft thyself, 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 moft unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprifoned, thou didst painfully remain

A dozen years; within which space the died,
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans
As faft as mill-wheels ftrike: Then was this island,
(Save for the fon that fhe did litter here,

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

Ari. Yes; Caliban her fon.

Pro. Dull thing, I fay fo; he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in fervice. Thou beft know'ft
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, mafter.

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.

Pro. Do fo; and after two days

I will discharge thee.

Ari. That's my noble mafter!

What fhall 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 thine and mine; invifible
To every eye-ball elfe. Go, take this fhape,
And hither come in it: go, hence with diligence.

[Exit ARIEL.

Awake, dear heart, awake! thou haft flept well :
Awake!

Mira. The ftrangeness of your story 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 bufinefs for thee:

Come, thou tortoife! when?

Re-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 flave, got by the devil himself

Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

Enter CALIBAN.

Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brufh'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 fhalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vaft of night that they may work, All exercife on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.

Cal. I muft eat my dinner.

This ifland's mine, by Sycorax my mother,

Which thou tak'ft from me. When thou cam'ft firft, Thou ftroak'dft me and mad'ft much of me; would't

give me

Water with berries in't; and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
VOL. I.

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

The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile ;
Curs'd be I, that I did fo!-All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the fubjects that you have,

Who 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 moft 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 feek to violate
The honour of my child.

Cal. Oh ho, oh ho!-'Would it had been done!
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled elfe
This ifle with Calibans.

Pro. Abhorred flave,

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 didst 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 na

tures

Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou
Defervedly confined into this rock,

Who hadft deferved more than a prison.

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, thou wer't beft,
To answer other bufinefs. 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 such power,

[Afide.

It would control my dam's god Setebos,

And make a vaffal of him.

Pro. So, flave; hence.

[Exit CALIBAN

Enter FERDINAND, at the remoteft Part of the Stage, and ARIEL invifible playing and finging.

ARIEL'S Song..

Come unto thefe yellow fands,
And then take hands:

Court'fied when you have, and kifs'd,
(The wild waves whift)

Foot it featly here and there;

And, fweet Sprites, the burden bear.

Hark, bark!

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh,

The watch-dogs bark:

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

Hark, bark! I hear

The ftrain of frutting chanticlere

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.

[difperfedly.

[difperfedly.

Fer. Where fhould this mufic 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 mufic crept by me upon the waters;
Allaying both their fury, and my paffion,
With its fweet air: thence I have followed it,
Or it hath drawn me rather :-But 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.

ARIEL'S Song.

Full fathom five thy father lies,

Of his bones are coral made;
Thofe are pearls that were his eyes;

Nothing of him that doth fade,

But doth fuffer a fea-change

Into fomething rich and franges

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell.

Hark, now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell.

[Burden, ding-dong.

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father :

This is no mortal business, nor no found

That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
And fay, what thou feeft yond.

Mira. What is't? a fpirit?

Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, fir,
It carries a brave form :-but 'tis a spirit.

Pro. No, wench; it eats, and fleeps, and hath fuch fenfes

As we have, fuch. This gallant, which thou seeft,
Was in the wreck; and, but he's fomething ftain'd
With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call him
A goodly perfon. He hath loft his fellows,
And ftrays about to find them.

Mira. I might call him

A thing divine; for nothing natural

I ever faw fo noble.

Pro. It goes on, I fee,

[Afide.

As my foul prompts it.-Spirit, fine fpirit, I'll free thee Within two days for this.

Fer. Moft fure, the goddess

On whom thefe airs attend!-Vouchfafe, my prayer
May know, if you remain upon this ifland;
And that you will fome good inftruction give,
How I may bear me here: my prime requeft,
Which I do laft pronounce, is, O you wonder !
If you be maid, or no?

Mira. No wonder, fir; But, certainly, a maid.

Fer. My language! heavens !

I am the best of them that speak this fpeech,
Were I but where 'tis fpoken.

Pro. How! the beft?

What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? Fer. A fingle thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee fpeak of Naples. He does hear me ; And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; Who, with mine eyes (ne'er fince at ebb) beheld The king my father wreck'd.

Mira. Alack, for mercy!

Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords: the duke of Milan, And his brave son, being twain.

Pro. The duke of Milan,

And his more braver daughter, could control thee,