Told thee no lyes, made no mistakings, ferv'd

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

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 sharp wind of the north;

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

Ari. I do not, Sir.

Pro. Thou ly'st, 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 she born? speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier.

Pro. Oh, was fhe fo? I muft

Once in a month recount what thou hast been,

Which thou forget'ft. This damn'd witch Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold and forceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,

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

(child,
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with
And here was left by th' failors; thou, my flave,
As thou report'ft thyfelf, waft then her fervant.
And, for thou wast 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 she dy'd,

And left thee there: where thou didst vent thy groans,

As faft as mill-wheels ftrike. Then was this ifland'

(Save for the fon that fhe did litter here,

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

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, mafter.

Pro. If thou more murmur'ft, I will rend an oak,
And peg thee in his knotty intrails, 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 shall I do? fay, what? what fhall I do?
Pro. Go make thyfelf like to a nymph o' th' fea.
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 slept well Awake

Mira. The ftrangeness of your ftory put Heavinefs 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 mifs him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices
That profit us. What ho! flave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. [within.] There's wood enough within.

11;

Pro. Come forth, I fay; there's other bufinefs for thee. Come, thou tortoife! when?

Enter Ariel like a water-nymph.

Fine apparition! my quaint Ariel,

Ari. My Lord, it shall be done.

Hark in thine ear.

[Exit.

Pro. Thou poisonous flave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth.

SCENE

4

Cal." As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd "With raven's feather from unwholsome fen,

Drop on you both! a fouth-weft blow on ye, "And blifter you all o'er !

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

As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more ftinging

Than bees that made 'em.

Cal. "I muft eat my dinner.

"This ifland's mine by Sycorax my mother,

"Which thou tak'ft from me. When thou cameft first, "Thou ftroak'dft me, and mad'ft much of me; and wouldft 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' isle,

"The fresh fprings, 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' island.

Pro. Thou moft lying flave,

Whom ftripes may move, not kindness; I have us'd thee (Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd

In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate

-I wou'd it had been done!

The honour of my child.

Cal. Oh ho, oh ho!.

Thou didst prevent me, I had peopled elfe

This ifle with Calibans.

Pro. Abhorred flave;

Which any print of goodnefs wilt not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pity'd thee,

Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other. When thou couldft not, favage,
Shew thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
A thing moft brutifh, I endow'd thy purposes

With words that made them known. But thy vile race
(Tho' thou didft learn) had that in't, which good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou
Defervedly confin'd into this rock,

Who hadft deferv'd more than 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!

Pro. Hag-feed, hence!

Fetch us in fewel, and be quick (thou wert' 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 beafts fhall tremble at thy din.

Cal. No, 'pray thee.

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

It would controul my dam's god Setebos,

And make a vaffal of him.

Pro. So, flave, hence !

[Exit Caliban.

SCENE V. Enter Ferdinand; and Ariel invi

fible, playing and finging.

ARIEL's SONG.

Come unto thefe yellow fands,

And then take hands:

Curt'fied when you have, and kift;

(The wild waves whift);

Foot it featly here and there,

And, fweet Sprites, the burthen bear.

Burthen, difperfedly.

Hark, bark, bough-waugh: the watch-dogs bark,

baugh-waugh.

Ari. Hark, bark, I hear

The train of frutting chanticlere
Cry, Cock-a-doodle-do.

Per. Where fhould this music be; i' th' air, or earth?-
It founds no more: and, fure, it waits upon
Some god o' th' ifland. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping against the King my father's wreck,
This mufic crept by me upon the waters;
Allaying both their fury and my passion,
With its sweet air; thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather-
-but 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.

Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made:
Thofe are pearls, that were his eyes s
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth fuffer a fea-change,
Into fomething rich and frange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell.

Hark, now I hear them, ding-dong, bell.

[Burthen ding-dong,

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father;

This is no mortal business, nor no sound

That the earth owns: I hear it now above me.

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eyes advance,

And fay, what thou feeft yond.

Mira. What is't, a fpirit?

Lord, how it looks about! believe me, Sir,

It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.

Pro. No, wench; it eats, and fleeps, and hath fuch fenfes

As we have, fuch. This gallant, which thou seeft,