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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 haft promis'd,
Which is not yet perform'd me.
Pro. How now? moody?

What is't thou canft demand?

Ari. My liberty.

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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 miftakings, ferv'd

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

of that Name who first discover'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, ftill vext 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, 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 dismal flashing of Lightning. And befides, Sir George Summers, when he made the Discovery, was actually fhipwreck'd on the Coaft. This, I take it, might be a fufficient Foundation for our Author's ufing the Epithet ftill-vext.

Pro

Pro. Doft thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee?

Ari. No.

Pro. Thou doft; and think'ft it much to tread the

ooze

Of the falt deep;

To run upon the fharp Wind of the North;

To do me business in the veins o'th' earth,
When it is bak'd with froft.

Ari. I do not, Sir.

Pro. Thou ly'ft, 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, Sir.

Pro. Thou haft: where was fhe born? fpeak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier.

Pro. Oh, was the fo? I muft

Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forget'ft. This damn'd witch Sycorax,
For mifchiefs manifold and forceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,

Thou know'ft, was banifh'd: for one thing fhe did,'
They would not take her life. Is not this true?
Ari. Ay, Sir.

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with
child,

And here was left by th' failors; thou my flave,
As thou report'ft thy felf, waft then her fervant.
And, for thou waft a spirit too delicate

To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refufing her grand hefts, fhe did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her moft unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprifon'd, thou didst painfully remain

A dozen years, within which space the dy'd,

And left thee there: where thou didst vent thy groans,
As faft as mill-wheels ftrike. Then was this Inland
(Save for the fon that fhe did litter here,

A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with
A human shape.

Ari.

Ari. Yes; Caliban her fon.

Pro. Dull thing, I fay fo: he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in fervice. Thou best know'ft,
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, master.

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, master."

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 shall I do?

Pro Go make thy felf like to a nymph o'th' sea. Be fubject to no fight but mine: invifible

To every eye-ball elfe. Go take this shape, And hither come in it: go hence with diligence. [Exit Ariel.

Awake, dear heart, awake! thou haft flept well; Awake.

Mira. The strangeness 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. '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

What hoa! flave! Caliban!

That profit us.

Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal.

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

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 shall 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 unwholsome fen,
Drop on you both! a fouth-west blow on ye,

And blifter you all o'er!

Pro. For this, be sure, to night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vaft of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shall be pinch'd

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As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em.

Cal. I muft eat my dinner.

This Island's mine by Sycorax my mother,

Which thou tak'ft from me. When thou cameft first, Thou ftroak'dit me, and mad'ft 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 rest of th' lland.

Pro. Thou moft lying flave,

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

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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 (peak, 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
Deservedly confin'd into this rock,

Who hadit deferv'd more than a prifon.

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!

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 beats shall tremble at thy din.

Cal. No, 'pray thee.

I must obey, his art is of fuch pow'r,

(10) Mira. Abhorred Slave;] 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 first Place, 'tis probable, Profpero taught Caliban to fpeak, 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 ob ferve, in his Alteration of this Play, has judiciously placed this Speech to Profpero. I can easily 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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