Pro. Who was fo firm, fo conftant, Ari. My brave spirit! Not a foul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of defperation: All, but mariners, On their fuftaining garments not a blemish, 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, And And are upon the Mediterranean flote, Suppofing that they faw the king's fhip wreck'd, Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: Ari. Paft the mid feafon. Pro. At least two glasses: 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, Let me remember thee what thou haft promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me. Pro. What is't thou can't demand? Ari. How now ? moody? My liberty. I pray thee Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Ari. Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, ferv'd Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst promife To bate me a full year. Pro. Doft thou forget No. From what a torment I did free thee? Ari. Pro. Thou doft; and think'st It much, to tread the ooze of the falt deep; Ari. I do not, fir. Pro. Thou lieft, 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. tell me. Thou haft: Where was the born? speak; Ari. Sir, in Argier. Pro. O, was the fo? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, To enter human hearing, from Argier, Thou know'ft, was banish'd; for one thing she did, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans, A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with Ari. Yes; Caliban her fon. Pro. Dull thing, I fay fo; he, that Caliban, To To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape Ari. I thank thee, master. Pro. If thou more murmur'ft, I will rend an oak, What shall I do? fay what? what shall I do? Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o` the sea; [Exit ARIEL. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou haft flept well; Awake! Mira. The ftrangeness of your story put Heaviness in me. Pro. Shake it off: Come on; We'll vifit Caliban, my flave, who never Yields us kind answer. Mira. I do not love to look on. Pro. 'Tis a villain, fir, But, as 'tis, We cannot mifs him: he does make our fire, Cal Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I fay; there's other business for thee: Come forth, thou tortoife! when? Re 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! 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 blifter you all o'er! Pro. For this, be fure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more flinging Cal. I must eat my dinner. This ifland's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak ft from me. When thou camest first, Thou ftrok'dit me, and mad'ft much of me; would' give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the lefs, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the ifle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile ; Curfed be I that did fo!-All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! |