The mariners all under hatches ftow'd, Who, with a charm join'd to their fuffered labour; Bound fadly home for Naples; Suppofing, that they faw the King's fhip wrackt, Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: 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; 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; Without or grudge, or grumblings; thou didft promife 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. Pro Ari. Yes; Caliban her fon. Pro. Dull thing, I fay fo: he, that Caliban, To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax 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, 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, Mira. The ftrangeness of your ftory put 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, That profit us. What hoa! flave! Caliban 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, 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 Pro. For this, be fure, to night thou fhalt have cramps, As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging 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, The fresh springs, brine-pits; barren place, and fertile. Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Who firft was mine own King: and here you fty me Pro. Thou moft lying flave, Whom ftripes may move, not kindness; I have us'd thee VOL. I. C (Filch (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, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour Who hadit deferv'd more than a prifon. rid you, Cal. You taught me language, and my profit on't Pro. Hag-feed, hence! Fetch us in fewel, and be quick (thou wer't beft) What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps ; 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 |