(child,

Once in a moneth recount what thou haft bin,
Which thou forgetft. This damn'd Witch Sycorax
For mischiefes manifold, and forceries terrible
To enter humane hearing, from Argier
Thou know'ft was banish'd: for one thing she did
They wold not take her life: Is not this true? Ar. I, Sir.
Pro. This blew ey'd hag, was hither brought with
And here was left by th'Saylors; thou my flaue,
As thou reportft thy felfe, was then her feruant,
And for thou waft a Spirit too delicate
To act her earthy, and abhord commands,
Refufing her grand hefts, fhe did confine thee
By helpe of her more potent Ministers,
And in her most vnmittigable rage,
Into a clouen Pyne, within which rift
Imprifon'd, thou didst painefully remaine

A dozen yeeres: within which space she di'd,

And left thee there: where thou didst vent thy groanes

As faft as Mill-wheeles ftrike: Then was this Inland

(Saue for the Son, that he did littour heere,

A frekelld whelpe, hag-borne) not honour'd with
A humane shape.

Ar. Yes: Caliban her fonne.

Pro. Dull thing, I fay fo: he, that Caliban
Whom now I keepe in feruice, thou best know'ft
What torment I did finde thee in; thy grones
Did make wolues howle, and penetrate the breasts
Of euer-angry Beares; it was a torment

To lay vpon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not againe vndoe: it was mine Art,
When I arriu'd, and heard thee, that made gape
The Pyne, and let thee out.

Ar. I thanke thee Mafter.

Pro. If thou more murmur'ft, I will rend an Oake And peg-thee in his knotty entrailes, till

Thou haft howl'd away twelue winters.

Ar. Pardon, Mafter,

I will be correfpondent to command
And doe my fpryting, gently.

Pro. Doe fo: and after two daies

I will discharge thee.

Ar. That's my noble Mafter:

What shall I doe? fay what? what shall I doe?
Pro. Goe make thy felfe like a Nymph o'th' Sea,
Be fubiect to no fight but thine, and mine: inuifible
To euery eye-ball elfe: goe take this shape

And hither come in't: goe: hence

Pro. Awake, deere hart awake, thou hast slept well, Awake.

Mir. The ftrangenes of your ftory, put Heauineffe in me.

Pro. Shake it off: Come on,

Wee'll vifit Caliban, my flaue, who neuer
Yeelds vs kinde answere.

Mir. 'Tis a villaine Sir, I doe not loue to looke on.
Pro. But as 'tis

We cannot miffe him he do's make our fire,
Fetch in our wood, and ferues in Offices
That profit vs: What hoa: flaue: Caliban:
Thou Earth, thou: fpeake.

Cal. within. There's wood enough within.

Pro. Come forth I fay, there's other bufines for thee:
Come thou Tortoys, when?
Enter Ariel like a water

Fine apparifion: my queint Ariel,
Hearke in thine eare.

Nymph.

Exit.

Ar. My Lord, it shall be done.
Pro. Thou poyfonous flaue, got by y diuell himselfe
Vpon thy wicked Dam; come forth. Enter Caliban.

Cal. As wicked dewe, as ere my mother brush'd
With Rauens feather from vnwholefome Fen
Drop on you both: A Southwest blow on yee,
And blifter you all ore.

Pro. For this be fure, to night thou shalt haue cramps,
Side-stitches, that shall pen thy breath vp, Vrchins
Shall for that vaft of night, that they may worke
All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd

As thicke as hony-combe, each pinch more stinging
Then Bees that made 'em.

Cal. I must eat my dinner:

This Island's mine by Sycorax my mother,

Which thou tak'ft from me: when thou cam'ft firft
Thou ftroakft me, & made much of me: wouldft giue me
Water with berries in't: and teach me how

To name the bigger Light, and how the leffe

That burne by day, and night: and then I lou'd thee

And fhew'd thee all the qualities o'th' Ifle,

The fresh Springs, Brine-pits; barren place and fertill,
Curs'd be I that did fo: All the Charmes
Of Sycorax: Toades, Beetles, Batts light on you:
For I am all the Subiects that you haue,
Which firft was min owne King: and here you fty-me
In this hard Rocke, whiles you doe keepe from me
The reft o'th' Island.

Pro. Thou

Pro. Thou moft lying flaue,

Whom ftripes may moue, not kindnes: I haue vs'd thee
(Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd thee
In mine owne Cell, till thou didst feeke to violate
The honor of my childe.

Cal. Oh ho, oh ho, would't had bene done:
Thou didst preuent me, I had peopel'd elfe
This Ifle with Calibans.

Mira. Abhorred Slaue,

Which any print of goodneffe wilt not take,
Being capable of all ill: I pittied thee,

Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each houre
One thing or other: when thou didst not (Sauage)
Know thine owne meaning; but wouldft gabble, like
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes

With words that made them knowne: But thy vild race
(Tho thou didst learn) had that in't, which good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou
Deferuedly confin'd into this Rocke, who hadft
Deferu'd more then 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.

Prof. Hag-feed, hence:

Fetch vs in Fewell, and be quicke thou'rt best

To answer other bufineffe: fhrug'ft thou (Malice)

If thou neglectft, or doft vnwillingly

What I command, Ile racke thee with old Crampes,
Fill all thy bones with Aches, make thee rore,
That beafts fhall tremble at thy dyn.

and then take bands:

Curt fied when you baue, and kist

the wilde waues whift:

the burthen.

Foote it featly beere, and there, and fweete Sprights beare Burthen difperfedly. Harke, barke, bowgb wawgb: the watch-Dogges barke, bowgb-wawgb.

Ar. Hark, bark, I beare, the ftraine of ftrutting Chanticlere cry cockadidle-dowe,

Fer. Where fhold this Mufick be? I'th aire, or th'earth?
It founds no more: and fure it waytes vpon
Some God 'oth'Iland, fitting on a banke,
Weeping againe the King my Fathers wracke.
This Muficke crept by me vpon the waters,
Allaying both their fury, and my paffion

With it's sweet ayre: thence I haue follow'd it
(Or it hath drawne me rather) but 'tis gone.
No, it begins againe.

Ariell Song. Full fadom fiue thy Father lies,
Of bis bones are Corrall made:
Thofe are pearles that were bis eies,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth fuffer a Sea-change
Into fomething rich, & ftrange:
Sea-Nimphs bourly ring his knell.

Burthen: ding dong.

Harke now I beare them, ding-dong bell. Fer. The Ditty do's remember my drown'd father,

This is no mortall bufines, nor no found

Pro. How? the beft?

What wer't thou if the King of Naples heard thee? Fer. A fingle thing, as I am now, that wonders To heare thee fpeake of Naples: he do's heare me, And that he do's, I weepe: my felfe am Naples, Who, with mine eyes (neuer fince at ebbe) beheld The King my Father wrack't.

Mir. Alacke, for mercy.

Fer. Yes faith, & all his Lords, the Duke of Millaine And his braue fonne, being twaine.

Pro. The Duke of Millaine

And his more brauer daughter, could controll thee
If now 'twere fit to do't: At the first fight
They haue chang'd eyes: Delicate Ariel,

Ile fet thee free for this. A word good Sir,

I feare you haue done your felfe some wrong: A word. Mir. Why fpeakes my father so vngently? This

Is the third man that ere I faw: the first

That ere I figh'd for: pitty moue my father
To be enclin'd my way.

Fer. O, if a Virgin,

And your affection not gone forth, Ile make you
The Queene of Naples.

Pro. Soft fir, one word more.

They are both in eythers pow'rs: But this swift bufines

I muft vneafie make, least too light winning

Make the prize light. One word more: I charge thee
That thou attend me: Thou do'ft heere vfurpe

The name thou ow'ft not, and haft put thy felfe
Vpon this Island, as a spy, to win it

From me, the Lord on't.

Fer. No, as I am a man.

Mir. Ther's nothing ill, can dwell in fuch a Temple, If the ill-fpirit haue so fayre a house,

Good things will ftriue to dwell with't.

My fpirits, as in a dreame, are all bound vp:

My Fathers loffe, the weaknesse which I feele,

The wracke of all my friends, nor this mans threats,
To whom I am fubdude, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this Mayd: all corners else o'th'Earth
Let liberty make vfe of: space enough
Haue I in fuch a prison.

Prof. It workes: Come on.

Thou haft done well, fine Ariell: follow me,
Harke what thou elfe fhalt do mee.

Ant. He could not miffe't.

Adr. It must needs be of fubtle, tender, and delicate temperance.

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench.

Seb. I, and a fubtle, as he moft learnedly deliuer'd.
Adr. The ayre breathes vpon vs here most sweetly.
Seb. As if it had Lungs, and rotten ones.
Ant. Or, as 'twere perfum'd by a Fen.
Gon. Heere is euery thing aduantageous to life.

Ant. True, faue meanes to liue.

Seb. Of that there's none, or little.

Gon. How lush and lufty the grasse lookes?

How greene?

Ant. The ground indeed is tawny.

Seb. With an eye of greene in't.

Ant. He miffes not much.

Seb. No: he doth but mistake the truth totally. Gon. But the rariety of it is, which is indeed almost beyond credit.

Seb. As many voucht rarieties are.

Gon. That our Garments being (as they were) drencht in the Sea, hold notwithstanding their freshneffe and gloffes, being rather new dy'de then ftain'd with falte

water.

Ant. If but one of his pockets could fpeake, would it not fay he lyes?

Seb. I, or very falfely pocket vp his report.

Gon.

Ten leagues beyond mans life: fhe that from Naples
Can haue no note, vnleffe the Sun were poft:
The Man i'th Moone's too flow, till new-borne chinnes
Be rough, and Razor-able: She that from whom
We all were fea-fwallow'd, though fome caft againe,
(And by that deftiny) to performe an act
Whereof, what's paft is Prologue; what to come
In yours, and my discharge.

Seb. What ftuffe is this? How fay you?
'Tis true my brothers daughter's Queene of Tunis,
So is the heyre of Naples, 'twixt which Regions
There is some space.

Ant. A fpace, whofe eu'ry cubit
Seemes to cry out, how fhall that Claribell
Measure vs backe to Naples? keepe in Tunis,
And let Sebaftian wake. Say, this were death
That now hath seiz'd them, why they were no worse
Then now they are: There be that can rule Naples
As well as he that fleepes: Lords, that can prate
As amply, and vnneceffarily

As this Gonzallo: I my felfe could make

A Chough of as deepe chat : O, that you bore
The minde that I do; what a fleepe were this
For your aduancement? Do you vnderstand me?
Seb. Me thinkes I do.

Ant. And how do's your content
Tender your owne good fortune?

Seb. I remember

And looke how well my Garments fit vpon me,
Much feater then before: My Brothers feruants
Were then my fellowes, now they are my men.
Seb. But for your conscience.

Ant. I Sir: where lies that? If 'twere a kybe
'Twould put me to my flipper: But I feele not
This Deity in my bofome: 'Twentie confciences
That stand 'twixt me, and Millaine, candied be they,
And melt ere they molleft: Heere lies your Brother,
No better then the earth he lies vpon,

If he were that which now hee's like (that's dead)
Whom I with this obedient fteele (three inches of it)
Can lay to bed for euer: whiles you doing thus,
To the perpetuall winke for aye might put
This ancient morfell: this Sir Prudence, who
Should not vpbraid our courfe: for all the reft
They'l take fuggeftion, as a Cat laps milke,
They'l tell the clocke, to any bufineffe that
We fay befits the houre.

Seb. Thy cafe, deere Friend

Shall be my prefident: As thou got'ft Millaine,
I'le come by Naples: Draw thy fword, one stroke
Shall free thee from the tribute which thou paieft,
And I the King fhall loue thee.