Some Food we had, and fome fresh Water, that Out of his Charity (who being then appointed Rich Garments, Linnens, Stuffs, and Neceffaries From mine own Library, with Volumes, that Mir. Would I might But ever fee that Man. Pro. Now I arise, Sit ftill, and hear the laft of our Sea-forrow. Have I, thy School-mafter, made thee more profit For vainer Hours, and Tutors, not fo careful. Mira. Heav'ns thank you for't. And now I pray you, Sir, (For ftill 'tis beating in my Mind) your Reafon For raifing this Sea-ftorm? Pro. Know thus far forth, By Accident most strange, bountiful Fortune Enter Ariel. Ari. All hail, great Mafter, grave Sir, hail! I come To answer thy beft Pleafure. Be it to fly; To fwim, to dive into the Fire; to ride On the curl'd Clouds: To thy ftrong bidding, task Pro. Haft, thou, Spirit, Perform'd to point the Tempeft that I bad thee? I boarded the King's Ship: Now on the Beak, And Sight out-running were not; the Fire and Cracks Pro. My brave Spirit. Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this Coyl Ari. Not a Soul But felt a Feaver of the mad, and plaid Some Tricks of Defperation: All but Mariners Pro. Why that's my Spirit: But was not this nigh Shore? On their fuftaining Garments not a Blemish, Pro. Of the King's Ship, The Mariners, fay how thou haft dispos'd, Ari. Safely in Harbour, Is the King's Ship; in the deep Nook, where once The The Mariners all under Hatches ftowed, T Who, with a Charm join'd to their fuffered Labour, Suppofing that they faw the King's Ship wrackt, Pro. Ariel, thy Charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more Work; Ari. Paft the mid Seafon. Pro. At least two Glaffes: The time 'twixt fix and now Muft by us both be fpent moft preciously. Ari. Is there more Toil? Since thou doft give me Pains, Let me remember thee what thou haft promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me. Pro. How now? moodie? What is't thou canft demand? Ari. My Liberty. Pro. Before the time be out? No more. Ari. I prethee Remember I have done thee worthy Service, Told thee no Lies, made thee no Miftakings, ferv'd Without or Grudge, or Grumblings; thou didft promise To bate me a full Year. Pro. Doft thou forget From what a Torment I did free thee? Ari. No Pro. Thou doft; and thinkeft it much to tread the Ooze of the falt Deep; To run upon the fharp 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 lieft, malignant Thing: Haft thou forgot Pro. Thou haft: Where was fhe born? fpeak; tell me Pro. Oh, was fhe fo: I must Once Once in a Month recount what thou hast been, Thou know'ft was banish'd: For one thing she did Pro. This blue-ey'd Hag was hither brought with Child, And here was left by th' Sailors; thou my Slave, As thou report'ft thy felf, waft then her Servant. And, for thou waft a Spirit too delicate To act her carthy and abhor'd Commands, Refufing her grand Hefts, fhe did confine thee, By help of her more potent Minifters, And in her moft unmittigable Rage, Into a cloven Pyne; within which Rift Imprifon'd, thou didst painfully remain A dozen Years; within which Space the dy'd, And left thee there: Where thou didft vent thy Groans As faft as Mill Wheels ftrike. Then was this Island (Save for the Son that she did litter here A frekel'd Whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with Ari, Yes; Caliban her Son. Pro. Dull Thing, I fay fo: He, that Caliban To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax The Pyne, 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 Entrails, 'till Thou haft howl'd away twelve Winters. Ari. Pardon, Master. I will be correfpondent to Command, Pro. Do fo: And after two Days I will discharge thee. Ari. Ari. That's my noble Master: What shall I do? Say what? What shall I do? With Diligence. [Exit: Pro. 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 Slave, who never Yields us kind Answer. Mira. 'Tis a Villain, Sir, I do not love to look on.' We cannot mifs him: He does make our Fire, Fetch in our Wood, and ferves Offices That profit us. What hoa! Slave! Caliban! Thou Earth thou! fpeak. Cal. (within.) There's Wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I fay, there's other Bufinefs for thee: Come thou Tortoys, when? Enter Ariel like a Water-Nymph. Fine Apparition: My quaint Ariel, Ari. My Lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pro. Thou poisonous Slave, got by the Devil himself Upon thy wicked Dam; come forth. Enter Caliban. Cal. As wicked Dew, as e'er my Mother brush'd And blifter you all o'er. Pro. For this, be fure, to Night thou fhalt have Cramps, As thick as Hony-comb, each Pinch more ftinging Cal. I muft eat my Dinner; |