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The mariners all under hatches ftow'd,

Who, with a charm join'd to their fuffered labour;
I've left afleep; and for the rest o'th' fleet
(Which I difpers'd) they all have met again,
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,

Bound fadly home for Naples;

Suppofing, that they faw the King's fhip wrackt,
And his great perfon perish.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge

Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:
What is the time o'th' day?

Ari. Paft the mid feafon.

Pro. At least two glaffes; the time 'twixt fix and now Muft by us both be spent most preciously.

Ari. Is there more toil? fince thou doft 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 canft demand?

Ari. My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? no more.

Ari. I pr'ythee,

Remember, I have done thee worthy fervice;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, ferv'd

Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou didft promife
To bate me a full year.

of that Name who firft difcover'd them. They are likewife call'd Summer Iflands, from Sir George Summers, who in 1609 made that Voyage; and viewing them, probably, firft brought the English acquainted with them, and invited them afterwards to fettle a Plantation there. But why, fillvext Bermudas? The Soil is celebrated for its Beauty and Fruitfulness; and the Air is so very temperate and ferene, that People live there to a great Age, and are feldom troubled with Sickness. But then, on the other hand, thefe Iflands are fo furrounded with Rocks on all fides, s, that without a perfect Knowledge of the Paffage, a fmall Veffel cannot be brought to Haven. Again, we are told, that they are fubject to violent Storms, fometimes with terrible clattering of Thunder, and difmal flashing of Lightning. And befides, Sir George Summers, when he made the Difcovery, was actually hipwreck'd on the Coaft. This, I take it, might be a fufficient Founda tion for our Author's using the Epithet ftill wext.

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Ari. Yes; Caliban her fon.

Pro. Dull thing, I fay fo: he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in fervice. 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
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'ft howl'd away twelve winters.

Ari. Pardon, mafter.

I will be correfpondent to command,
And do my fp'riting 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 thy felf like to a nymph o'th' fea. Be fubject to no fight but 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 ftory put
Heaviness in me.

Pro. Shake it off: come on,

We'll vifit Caliban my flave, 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 ferves in offices

That profit us. What hoa! flave! Caliban
Thou earth, thou! fpeak.

Cal.

Cal. (within) There's wood enough within.d 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.

Enter Caliban.

Cal. As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd
With raven's feather from unwholfome fen,
Drop on you both! a fouth-weft blow on ye,
And blifter you all o'er!

Pro. For this, be fure, to night thou fhalt have cramps,
Side-stitches that fhall pen thy breath up; urchins
Shall, for that vaft of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee: thou fhall 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 cameft firft, Thou ftroak'dft 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 lefs,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
And fhew'd thee all the qualities o' th' 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 firft was mine own King: and here you fty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The reft of th' lfland.

Pro. Thou moft lying flave,

Whom ftripes may move, not kindness; I have us'd thee VOL. I.

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(Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd In mine own cell, 'till thou didst feek to violate The honour of my child.

Cal. Oh ho, oh ho! I wou'd, it had been done! Thou didst prevent me, I had peopled elfe This Ifle with Calibans.

Pro. Abhorred flave; (10)

Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pity'd 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 wouldft gabble like
A thing moft brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known. But thy vile race,
(Tho' thou didst learn) had that in't, which good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou
Defervedly confin'd into this rock,

Who hadit deferv'd more than a prifon.

rid you,

Cal. You taught me language, and my profit on't
Is, I know how to curfe: the red plague
For learning me your language!

Pro. Hag-feed, hence!

Fetch us in fewel, 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 must obey; his art is of fuch pow'r,

(10) Mira. Abhorred Slaves] In all the printed Editions this Speech is given to Miranda: but I am perfuaded, the Author never defign'd it for her. In the firft Place, 'tis probable, Profpero taught Caliban to speak, rather than left that Office to his Daughter: in the next Place, as Profpero was here rating Caliban, it would be a great Impropriety for her to take the Discipline out of his hands; and, indeed, in fome fort, an Indecency in her to reply to what Caliban laft was fpeaking of. Mr. Dryden, I obferve, in his Alteration of this Play, has judiciously placed this Speech to Profpero. I can eafily guefs, that the Change was firft deriv'd from the Players, who not loving that any Character fhould ftand too long filent on the Stage, to obviate that Inconvenience with Regard to Miranda, clap'd this Speech to her Part

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