Thou strokedst me, and madest much of me; wouldst Water with berries in't; and teach me how [give me To name the bigger light, and how the less, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile; Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me MUSIC. Where should this music be? i'the air, or the earth? ARIEL'S SONG. Full fathom five thy father lies; Into something rich and strange. Sea nymphs hourly ring his knell. SLEEP. Do not omit the heavy offer of it: It seldom visits sorrow: when it doth, DESCRIPTION OF FERDINAND SWIMMING ASHORE. I saw him beat the surges under him, And ride upon their backs; he trod the water, The surge most swoln that met him: his bold head 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd Himself with good arms in lusty stroke To the shore, that o'er his wave-worn basis bow'd All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall, and make him By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark For every trifle are they set upon me: Sometime like apes, that moe* and chatter at me, * Make mouths. And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, SATIRE ON ENGLISH CURIOSITY. Were I in England now (as once I was), and had but this fish painted, not a holiday-fool there but would give a piece of silver: there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. CALIBAN'S PROMISES. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries; A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; TEARS. His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me, When you are by at night. I do beseech you (Chiefly that I might set it in your prayers), Indeed the top of admiration; worth What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady * Command. I have eyed with best regard; and many a time With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed,* Mira. I do not know One of my sex: no woman's face remember, I am skill-less of: but, by my modesty (The jewel in my dower), I would not wish Any companion in the world but you; Nor can imagination form a shape, Besides yourself, to like of: but I prattle Something too wildly, and my father's precepts Fer. I am, in my condition, A prince, Miranda; I do think, a king; (I would, not so!) and would no more endure This wooden slavery, than I would suffer The flesh-fly blow my mouth.-Hear my soul speak ; The very instant that I saw you, did My heart fly to your service; there resides, Am I this patient log-man. Mira. Do you love me? Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound, And crown what I profess with kind event, If I speak true; if hollowly, invert * Owned, |