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Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star; whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop.--Here cease more questions ;
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way;--I know thou can'st not choose.

(Miranda sleeps. Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Approach, my Ariel; come,

Enter Ariel.
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I

come
To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
On the curi'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task
Ariel, and all his quality.
Pro.

Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point* the tempest that I bade thee?

Ari. To every article. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flam'd amazement: sometimes, I'd divide, And burn in many places; on the top-mast, The yards, and bowsprit, would I Name distinctly; Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the pre

cursors O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-outrunning were not: the fire, and cracks of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble; Yea, bis dread trident shake. Pro.

My brave spirit ! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coilt Would not infect his reason?

• The minutest article.

Bustle, tumult,

Ari.

Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation : all, but mariners, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair up staring (then like reeds, pot hair), Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, And all the devils are here. - Pro.

Why, that's my spirit ! But was not this nigh shore? Ari.

Close by, my master. Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Ari.

Not a hair perish'd;
On their sustaining garnients not a blemish,
But fresher thau before : and, as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle: bed
The king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot. is
Pro.

Of the king's ship,
The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd,
And all the rest o' the fleet?
Ari.

Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship; in the deep nuok, where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid :
The mariners all under hatches stowed ; l a
Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep: and for the rest o'tle fleet,"
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flotet,
Bound sadly home for Naples ;
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
And his great person perish.
Pro.

Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work; What is the time o' the day?.

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Ari.

Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six

and now, .. . Must by us both be spent most preciously Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give

· me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
Which is not yet perform'd me.
Pro.

How now ? moody?
What is't thou can'st demand?
Ari.

My liberty. Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Ari.

I pray thee Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst pro.

mise
To bate me a full year.
Pro.

Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
Ari.

No.
Pro, Thou dost; and think'st
It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep;
To run upon the sharp wind of the north;
To do me business in the veins o' the earth,
When it is bak'd with frost.
Ari.

I do not, sir.
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou

forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age, and envy, Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?

Ari. No, sir.
Pro.

Thou hast: where was she born? ? speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier.

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O, was she so ! I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, ait Which thou forget'st. This damnd witch, Sycorax,

• Algiers.

For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
To enter human bearing, from Argier,
Thou know'st, was banisb'd: for one thing she did.
They would not take her life. Is not this true?
Ari. Ay, sir.
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought vith

child,
And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant:
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests*, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pipe; within which rift
Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain
A dozen years; within which space she died,
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy

groans, As fast as mill-wbeels strike: then was this island (Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckled whelp, bag-born), not honour'd with A human shape. - Ari.

Yes; Caliban, her son. Pro, Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st Wbat torment I did find thee in : thy groans Did make wolves howl, and pepetrate the breasts Of ever angry bears: it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Could not agaio 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'st, I will rend an oak, Apd peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.

• Commands.

- Ari.

Pardon, master:
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.
Pro.

Do so; and after two days
I will discharge thee.
Ari.

That's my noble master!" What shall I do? say what : what shall I do?

Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea ; Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, And hither come in't: bence, with diligence.

[Erit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well ; : Awake!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness id me.
Pro.

Shake it off : come on;
We'll visit Caliban, my slave, 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 serves in offices That profit us. What, ho! slave! Calibau ! Thou earth, thou! speak. Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business

for thee;
Come forth, thou tortoise! when?

Re-enter Ariel, like a water.nymph.
Five apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.

Ari. My lord, it shall be done. (Exit.
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil him.

self Upon thy wicked dam, come forth !

• Do without.

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