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I, not rememb'ring how I cry'd out then,
Will cry it o'er again ; it is a hint,
That wrings mine eyes to't.
Pro. Hear a little further,
And then I'll bring thee to the present business,
Which now's upon's, without the which this story
Were moft impertinent.
Mira. Why did they not
That hour destroy us?
Pro. Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durft not (So dear the love my people bore me;) set A mark fo bloody on the business; but With colours fairer painted their foul ends. In few, they hurry'd us aboard a bark; Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd A rotten carcass of a boat, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, fail, nor maft; che very rats Instinctively had quit it: there they hoift us To cry to th' sea, that roard to us; to figh Toth' winds, whose pity, fighing back again, Did us but loving wrong.
Mira, Alack! what trouble
Was I then to you?
Pro. O! a cherubim
Thou wast, that did preserve me: Thou didt fmile,
Infused with a fortitude from heav'n,
(When I have deck'd the sea with drops full-falt ;
Under my burden groan'd ;) which rais'd in me
An undergoing stomach, to bear up
Against what should enfue.
Mira. How came we a-shore ?
Pro. By providence divine.
Some food we had, and some frefh water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,
Out of his charity: (being then appointed
Master of this design) did give us, with
Rich garments, linnens, faffs, and neceffaries,
Which fmce have feeded much. So of his gentlenefs,
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me
From my own library, with volumes that
I prize above my Dukedom.
Mira. Would I might
But ever see that man !
Pro. Now, I arise:
Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-forrow.
Here in this island we arriv'd, and here
I lave I, thy school-malter, made thee more profit
Than other Princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful.
Mir. Heav'nsthank you fort't! And now I pray you, Sir, (For itill 'tis beating in my mind) your reason For raising this sea-storm?
Pro. Know thus far forth;
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune
(Now my dear Lady) hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore: and, by my prescience,
I find my Zenith doth depend upon
A moft aufpicious ftar; 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 canst not chuse.-
[Miranda fleeps. Come away, servant, come; I'm ready now: Approach, my. Ariel. Come.
Ari. All hail, great master! grave Sir, hail! I come
To answer thy beft pleasure: Be't to fly;
'To swim; to dive into the fire; to ride
On the curl'd clouds: to thy ftrong bidding task
Ariel, and all his qualities.
Pro. Haft 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 waste, the deck, in every calin,
I fram'd amazement. Sometimes I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top mast,
The yards, and bolt-sprit, would I flame distinctly ;
Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precurfers
Of dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And fight out-running were not; the fire and cracks
Of fulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble;
Yea, his dread trident shake.
Pro. My brave, brave fpirit !
Who was fo firm, fo constant, that this coyl
Would not infect his reason?
Ari. Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mind, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation : all, bat mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Then all a-fire with me: the King's fon Ferdinand
With hair up-ftaring (then like reeds, not hair)
Was the first man, that leap'd ; cry'd, “ hell is empty;
“ And all the devils are here.”
Pro. Why, that's my spirit !
But was not this nigh more
Ari. Close by, my master.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari. Not a hair perish'd:
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before. And as thou badft me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the ille :
The King's fon have I landed by himself,
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
In an odd angle of the isle, and fitting,
His arms in this fad knot.
Pro. Of the King's ship,
The mariners, say how thou haft disposid,
And all the rest o' th' feet?
Ari. Safely in harbour
Is the King's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'aft me up at midnight, to fetch dew
From the still-vext Bermudas, there she's hid : (9)
(9) From the fill-vext Bermoothes] So this word has hitherto Seen mifakenly written in all the books. There are about 400
The mariners all under hatches ftow'd,
Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I've left asleep; and for the rest o'th' fleet
(Which I dispers'd) they all have met again,
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound sadly home for Naples;
Suppofing that they saw the King's ship wreckt,
And his great person perish.
Pro. Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform’d; but there's more work:
What is the time o'th' day?
Ari. Past the mid season.
Pro. At least two glasses; the time 'twixt fix and now
Must by us both be spent most preciously.
Ari.' Is there more toil? fince thou dost 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 canst demand?
Ari. My liberty.
Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
Ari. I pr’ythee, Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd Without grudge, or grumblings; thou didit promise To bate me a full year. islands in North Americe, the principal of which was callid Bermuda from a Spaniard of that name who first discover'd them. They are likewise called Summer islands, from Sir George Summers, who in 1609 made that voyage ; and viewing them, probably, first brought the English acquainted with them, and invited them afterwards to settle a plantation there. But why, fill zext Bermudas ? The soil is celebrated for its beauty and fruitfulness; and the air is so very temperate and serene, that people lived there to a great age, and are seldom troubled with fickness. But, then, on the other hand, these islands are ro furrounded with rocks on all sides, that without a perfect knowledge of the passage, a small vessel cannot be brought to haven. Again, we are told, that they are subject to violent storms, fometimes with terrible clattering of thunder, and dismal Aashing of lightning. And besides, Sir George Summers, when he made the discovery, was actually thipwreck'd on the coast. This, I take it, might be a sufficient foundation for our Author's ufing the epithet ftill-vext.
Pro. Doft thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
Pro. Thou doft; and think'st it much to tread the ooze
Of the falt deep;
To run upon the sharp wind of the north ;
To do me business in the veins o' th' earth,
When it is bak'd with frost.
Ari. I do not, Sir.
Pro. Thou ly'it, 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 halt: where was she born ? Ipeak; tell me,
Ari. Sir, in Argier.
Pro. Oh, was she so? I must
Once in a month recount what thou haft been,
Which thou forget'ft. This damn'd witch Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold forceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know'ft, was banish' : 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 with child,
And here was left by th' failors; thou my slave,
As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant.
And, for thou waft a spirit too delicate
To act her earthly and
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine ; within which rift
Imprison'd, thou didft painfully remain
A dozen years, within which space she dy'd,
And left thee there: where thou didft vent thy groans,
As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island
(Save for the son that she did litter here,
A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with
A human shape.
Ari, Yes ; Caliban her fon.