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On the curled clouds; to thy strong bidding, task Thou calledst me up at midnight to fetch dew Ariel, and all his quality.
From the still-vexed Bermoothes, there she's hid : Pro. Hast thou, spirit,
The mariners all under hatches stowed; Performed to point the tempest that I bade thee ? Whom, with a charm joined to their suffered Ari. To every article.
labor, I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, I have left asleep: and for the rest o'the fleet, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, Which I dispersed, they all have met again; I famed amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide, And are upon the Mediteranean flote, And burn in many places; on the topmast, Bound sadly home for Naples; The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, Supposing that they saw the King's ship wrecked, Then meet and join : Jove's lightnings, the pre- And his great person perish. cursors
Pro. Ariel, thy charge O’ the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary Exactly is performed; but there's more work : | And sight-out-running were not: The fire and What is the time o' the day? cracks
Ari. Past the mid season. Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Pro. At least two glasses : The time 'twixt six Seemed to besiege, and make his bold waves
and now, tremble,
Must by us both be spent most preciously. Yea, his dread trident shake.
Ari. Is there more toil ? Since thou dost give 1 Pro. My brave spirit !
me pains, · Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Let me remember thee what thou hast promised, | Would not infect his reason?
Which is not yet performed me. 1 Ari. Not a soul
Pro. How now? moody?
What is 't thou canst demand ?
With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair), Remember, I have done thee worthy service; I Was the first man that leaped; cried, “Hell is Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, served empty,
Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst ✓ And all the devils are here!”
promise | Pro. Why, that's my spirit!
To bate me a full year. | But was not this nigh shore ?
Pro. Dost thou forget Ari. Close by, my master.
From what a torment I did free thee? Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe ?
Ari. No. Ari. Not a hair perished;
Pro. Thou dost; and think'st ! On their sustaining garments not a blemish, It much to tread the ooze of the salt deep;
But fresher than before : and, as thou bad'st me, To run upon the sharp wind of the north ; | In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle: To do me business in the veins o' the earth, 1 The king's son have I landed by himself; When it is baked with frost. Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
Ari. I do not, sir. In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou His arms in this sad knot.
forgot Pro. Of the king's ship,
The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, The mariners, say, how thou hast disposed, Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? And all the rest o'the fleet ?
Ari. No, sir. Ari. Safely in harbor
Pro. Thou hast: Where was she born ? Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
speak; tell me.
Ari. Sir, in Argier.
I will be correspondent to command,
Ari. That's my noble master!
Pro. Go, make thyself like a nymph o' the sea ; Thou know'st, was banished; for one thing the
be subject did,
To no sight but thine and mine; invisible They would not take her life : Is not this true ? To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, Ari. Ay, sir.
And hither come in 't: hence, with diligence. Pro. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought
[Exit ARIEL. with child,
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; And here was left by the sailors : Thou, my Awake! slave,
Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Pro. Shake it off: Come on;
Mira. 'Tis a villain, sir,
I do not love to look on. Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Pro. But, as 't is, Imprisoned, thou didst painfully remain
We cannot miss him : he does make our fire, A dozen years; within which space she died, Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy That profit us. What ho! slave ! Caliban ! groans,
Thou earth, thou ! speak. As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this Cal. [within.] There's wood enough within. island
Pro. Come forth, I say; there 's other business (Save for the son that she did litter here,
for thee :
Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph.
Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed The pine, and let thee out.
With raven’s feather from unwholesome fen, Ari. I thank thee, master:
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an And blister you all o'er! oak,
Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
cramps, Thou hast howled away twelve winters.
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; Ari. Pardon, master.
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit Than bees that made them.
on't Cal. I must eat my dinner.
Is, I know how to curse : The red plague rid This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
you, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camést For learning me your language ! first,
Pro. Hag-seed, hence ! Thou strok'st me, and mad’st much of me; wouldst Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, give me
To answer other business. Shruggʻst thou, Water with berries in 't; and teach me how
malice? To name the bigger light, and how the less, | If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly That burn by day and night: and then I loved What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; thee,
Fill all thy bones with achés ; make thee roar, And shewed thee all the qualities o' the isle, That beasts shall tremble at thy din. The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and Cal. No, 'pray thee! fertile ; .
I must obey : his art is of such power, [Aside. Curséd be I that did so ! — All the charms It would control my dam’s god, Setebos, | Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! And make a vassal of him. · For I am all the subjects that you have,
So, slave; hence ! Which first was mine own king; and here you sty
[Exit CALIBAN. me In this hard rock, while you do keep from me
Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing ; The rest of the island.
FERDINAND following him.
Come unto these yellow sands, used thee,
And then take hands : Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodged
Court'sied when you have, and kissed, thee .
(The wild waves whist,) In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
Foot it featly here and there; The honor of my child.
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Burden. Bough, wowgh. [Dispersedly. Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
The watch-dogs bark: This isle with Calibans.
Burden. Bowh, wowgh. [Dispersedly. Pro. Abhorréd slave;
Hark, hark! I hear Which any print of goodness will not take,
The strain of strutting Chanticlere Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
Cry, “Cock-a-doodle-doo." 1 Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or hour
the earth ? One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, It sounds no more:— and sure it waits upon Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank like
Weeping again the king my father's wreck, A thing most brutish, I endowed thy purposes This music crept by me upon the waters; With words that made them known: But thy vile Allaying both their fury, and my passion, race,
With its sweet air : thence I have followed it, Though thou didst learn, had that in 't which good Or it hath drawn me rather :- But 't is gone. natures
| No, it begins again.
Pro. How! the best?
What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard
Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that Nothing of him that doth fade,
wonders But doth suffer a sea-change
To hear thee speak of Naples : He does hear me; Into something rich and strange.
And that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld Hark! now I hear them,— ding-dong, bell.
The King my father wrecked.
Mira. Alack, for mercy ! Fer. The ditty does remember my drowned Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of father :
Milan, This is no mortal business, nor no sound
And his brave son, being twain. That the earth owes :- I hear it now above me. | Pro. The Duke of Milan,
Pro. The fringéd curtains of thine eye advance, | And his more braver daughter, could control thee, And say what thou seest yond'.
If now 't were fit to do't.- At the first sight Mira. What is 't? a spirit?
[Aside. Lord, how it looks about ! Believe me, sir, They have changed eyes :- Delicate Ariel, It carries a brave form :- But 't is a spirit. I'll set thee free for this ! - À word, good sir; Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a such senses
word. As we have, such : This gallant, which thou seest, Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? Was in the wreck; and but he's something
Is the third man that o'er I saw; the first With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou mightst That e'er I sighed for : pity move my father call him
To be inclined my way! A goodly person : he hath lost his fellows,
Fer. O, if a virgin, And strays about to find them.
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Mira. I might call him
| The Queen of Naples." A thing divine; for nothing natural
Pro. Soft, sir : one word more.I ever saw so noble.
They are both in either's powers ; but this swift Pro. It goes on, I see, [Aside.
[Aside. As my soul prompts it :- Spirit, fine spirit ! I'll I must uneasy make, lést too light winning . free thee
Make the prize light.- One word more : I charge Within two days for this.
thee Fer. Most sure, the goddess
That thou attend me : thou dost here usurp On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe, my The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself prayer
Upon this island, as a spy, to win it May know, if you remain upon this island; From me, the lord on ?t. And that you will some good instruction give, Fer. No, as I am a man.. . How I may bear me here: My prime request, Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a Which I do last pronounce, is, 0, you wonder ! . temple: . . . If you be maid or no?
If the ill spirit have so fair an house, Mira. No wonder, sir;
Good things will strive to dwell with 't... But certainly a maid.
Pro... Follow me:- [To FERDINAND. Fer. My language ! heavens !
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.— Come. I am the best of them that speak this speech, I'll manacle thy neck and feet together : Were I but where 't is spoken.
Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, withered roots, and husks Are then most humble; I have no ambition }; Wherein the acorn cradled : Follow.
To see a goodlier man.
Pro. Come on ; obey: [T. FERDINAND. I will resist such entertainment, till
Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
Fer. So they are :
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up! He's gentle, and not fearful.
My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,
The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats,
Behold this maid : all corners else o' the earth Is so possessed with guilt: come from thy ward; Let liberty make use of; space enough For I can here disarm thee with this stick, Have I in such a prison. And make thy weapon drop.
Pro. It works : - Come on. Mira. Beseech you, father!
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel: - Follow me, — Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments.
[To FERDINAND and MIRANDA. Mira. Sir, have pity;
Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To ARIEL. I'll be his surety.
Mira. Be of comfort ;
My father 's of a better nature, sir,
Which now came from him.
All points of my command.
Ari. To the syllable. Mira. My affections
| Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. [Exeunt.
Ant. The visitor will not give him o'er so. Enter Alonso, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO,
Seb. Look, he's winding up the watch of his ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.
' wit; Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have By and by it will strike.. . cause
Gon. Sir, (So have we all) of joy; for our escape
Seb. One:– Tell. Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe Gon. When every grief is entertained, that's Is common; every day, some sailor's wife,
offered, The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, Comes to the entertainer — Have just our theme of woe: but for the miracle, 1 Seb. A dollar. I mean our preservation, few in millions 1. Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed; you have Can speak like us: then wisely, good sir, weigh spoken truer than you purposed. Our sorrow with our comfort.
Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant Pr’y thee, peace.