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Some Food we had, and fome fresh Water, that
A noble Neapolitan Gonzalo,

Out of his Charity (who being then appointed
Mafter of this Defign) did give us, with

Rich Garments, Linnens, Stuffs, and Neceffaries
Which fince have fteeded much. So of his Gentleness,
Knowing I lov'd my Books, he furnish'd me

From mine own Library, with Volumes, that
I prize above my Dukedom.

Mir. Would I might

But ever fee that Man.

Pro. Now I arise,

Sit ftill, and hear the laft of our Sea-forrow.
Here in this Island we arriv'd, and here

Have I, thy School-mafter, made thee more profit
Than other Princes can, that have more Time

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
(Now my dear Lady) hath mine Enemies
Brought to this Shore: And by my Prescience
I find, my Zenith doth depend upon
A moft aufpitious Star, whofe Influence
If now I court not, but omit, my Fortunes
Will ever after droop: Here ceafe more Questions,
Thou art inclin'd to fleep. 'Tis a good Dulness,
And give it way; I know thou canst not chufe.
Come away, Servant, come; I am ready now,
Approach, my Ariel. Come.

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
Ariel, and all his Quality.

Pro. Haft, thou, Spirit,

Perform'd to point the Tempeft that I bad thee?
Ari. To every Article.

I boarded the King's Ship: Now on the Beak,
Now in the Wafte, the Deck, in every Cabin,
I flam'd Amazement. Sometimes I'ld divide,
And burn in many Places; on the Top-maft,
The Yards and Bolt-fprit, would I flame diftinctly,
Then meet, and join. Jove's Lightning, the Precurfers
O'th' dreadful Thunder-claps more momentary

And Sight out-running were not; the Fire and Cracks
Of fulphurous roaring, the moft mighty Neptune
Seem to befiege, and make his bold Waves tremble,
Yea, his dread Trident fhake.

Pro. My brave Spirit.

Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this Coyl
Would not infe&t his Reafon?

Ari. Not a Soul

But felt a Feaver of the mad, and plaid

Some Tricks of Defperation: All but Mariners
Plung'd in the foaming Brine, and quit the Veffel,
Then all a-fire with me: The King's Son Ferdinand
With Hair up-ftaring (then like Reeds, not Hair)
Was the first Man that leapt; cry'd 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 Mafter.
Pro. But are they, Ariel, fafe?
Ari. Not a Hair perished:

On their fuftaining Garments not a Blemish,
But fresher than before. And as thou badft me,
In Troops I have difpers'd them 'bout the Ifle:
The King's Son have I landed by himself,
Whom I left cooling of the Air with Sighs,
In an odd Angle of the Ifle, and fitting,
His Arms in this fad Knot.

Pro. Of the King's Ship,

The Mariners, fay how thou haft dispos'd,
And all the reft o'th' Fleet?

Ari. Safely in Harbour,

Is the King's Ship; in the deep Nook, where once
Thou call'dft me up at Midnight, to fetch Dew
From the ftill-vext Bermoothes, there fhe's hid:

The

The Mariners all under Hatches ftowed,

T

Who, with a Charm join'd to their fuffered Labour,
I have left afleep; and for the rest o'th' Fleet
(Which I difpers'd) they all have met again,
And are upon the Mediterranean Flote,
Bound fadly home for Naples,

Suppofing that they faw the King's Ship wrackt,
And his great Perfon perish.

Pro. Ariel, thy Charge

Exactly is perform'd; but there's more Work;
What is the Time o'th' Day?

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
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 fhe born? fpeak; tell me
Ari. Sir, in Argier.

Pro. Oh, was fhe fo: I must

Once

Once in a Month recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forgetft. This damn'd Witch Sycorax
For Mischiefs manifold, and Sorceries too terrible
To enter human Hearing, from Argier

Thou know'ft was banish'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 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
A human Shape.

Ari, Yes; Caliban her Son.

Pro. Dull Thing, I fay fo: He, that Caliban
Whom now I keep in Service. Thou best know'st
What Torment I did find thee in; thy Groans
Did make Wolves howl, and penetrate the Breafts
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 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,
And do my Spriting gently.

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?
Pro. Go make thy felf like to a Nymph o'th' Sea.
Be fubject to no Sight but thine, and mine: Invisible
To every Eye-ball elfe. Go take this Shape,
And hither come in't: Go, hence

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.'
Pro. But as 'tis

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,
Heark in thine Ear.

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
With Ravens Feather from unwholfome Fen,
Drop on you both: A South-weft blow on ye,

And blifter you all o'er.

Pro. For this, be fure, to Night thou fhalt have Cramps,
Side-stitches, that fhall pen thy Breath up, Urchins
Shall for that waste of Night, that they may work
All Exercise on thee: Thou shalt be pinch'd

As thick as Hony-comb, each Pinch more ftinging
Than Bees that made 'em.

Cal. I muft eat my Dinner;

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