Betid to any creature in the velfel

Which thou heard'ft cry, which thou faw'st sink. Sit down;

For thou must now know further.

Mira. You have often

Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd,
And left me to a bootlefs inquifition;
Concluding, Stay, not yet.-

Pro. The hour's now come;

The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey, and be attentive. Canft thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell?

I do not think, thou canft; for then thou waft not
Out 7 three years old.

Mira. Certainly, fir, I can.

Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of fea for an acre of barren ground;'-3 long heath, brown furze, any thing: The wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death! [Exit.

S CE NE 11. The inchanted ifland: before the cell of Profpera. Enter Profpero and Miranda.

Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you
have

Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them :
The fky, it feems, would pour down ftinking pitch,
But that the fea, mounting to the welkin's check,
Dashes the fire out. O, I have fuffer'd
With those that I faw fuffer! a brave veffel,
Who had, no doubt, fome noble creatures in her,
Dafh'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor fouls! they perifh'd.
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have funk the fea within the earth, or ere 4

It should the good fhip fo have swallow'd, and
The freighting fouls within her.

What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or bleffed was 't, we did?

Pro. Both, both, my girl:

By foul play, as thou fay'ft, were we heav'd thence; But bleffedly holp hither.

Mira. O, my heart bleeds

To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you

further.

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd An

thonio,

I pray thee mark me,-that a brother should
Be fo perfidious !-he whom, next thyself,
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
The manage of my ftate; as, at that time,
Through all the figniories it was the first,
And Profpero the prime duke; being fo reputed
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,
Without a parallel; those being all my study,
The government I caft upon my brother,
And to my state grew ftranger, being tranfported,
And wrapp'd in fecret ftudies. Thy falfe uncle
Doft thou attend me ?
Mira. Sir, moft heedfully.

Pro.

Come away, fervant, come: I am ready now;

Approach, my Ariel, come.

Enter Ariel.

To fwim, to dive into the fire, to ride

On the curl'd clouds; to thy itrong bidding, tak Ariel, and all his quality.

Pro. Haft thou, fpirit,

Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bade thee?
Ari. To every article.

I boarded the king's fhip; now on the beak,
Now in the wafte, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd 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 lightnings, the precur-
fors

O'the dreadful thunder-clap, more momentary
And fight-out-running were not: The fire, and cracks
Of fulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
Seem'd to befiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.

Pro. My brave fpirit!..

Who was fo firm, forconftant, that this coil Would not infect his reafon ?

Ari. Not a foul

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of defperation: All, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vellel,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's fon, Ferdinand,
With hair upftarting (then like reeds, not hair)
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty,
And all the devils are bere.

Pro. Why, that's my fpirit!
But was not this nigh fhore?

dri. Close by, my mafter.
Pro, But are they, Ariel, fafe?
Ari. Not a hair perith'd;

On their fuftaining garments not a blemish,

But frether than before: and, as thou bad' me,
In troops I have difpers'd them 'bout the ifle:

The king's fon have I landed by himfelf;
Whom I left cooling of the air with highs,
In an odd angle of the ifle, and fitting,
His arms in this fad knot.

Pro. Of the king's thip,

The mariners, fay how thou haft difpos'd,
And all the reft o' the fleet?

iri, Safely in harbour

once

Is the king's fhip; in the deep nook, where
Thou call'dit me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes 2, there the's hid:
The mariners all under hatches itow'd;
Whom, with a charm join'd to their fuller'd labour,
I have left afleep: and for the reft o' the fleet, :
Which I difpers'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote 3,
Bound fadly home for Naples;

Suppofing that they faw the king's fhip wreck'd,
And his great person perish.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge

Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:

I Performed to the minutest article.

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, fir.

Pro. Thou haft: Where was the born? fpeak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier 4.

Pro. Oh, was the fo? I muft,

Once in a month, recount what thou haft been,
Which thou forgett'ft. This damn'd witch, Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold, and for ceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know'it, was banish'd; for one thing the did,
They would not take her life: Is not this true?
Ari. Ay, fr.

[child,

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with
And here was left by the failors: Thou, my flave,
As thou report it thyfelf, wait then her fervant:
And, for thou waft a fpirit too delicate
To act her carthy and abhor'd commands,
Refufing her grand hetts, the did confine thee,
By help of her more potent minifters,
And in her moft unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprifon'd, thou didit painfully remain

A dozen years; within which space the died,
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 the did litter here,

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

Ari. Yes; Caliban her fon.

Pro, Dull thing, I fay fo; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in fervice. Thou bett know'ft 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,

Whe

When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape

The fresh fprings, brine-pits, barren place, and fertiles
Curs'd be I, that I did fo!-All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!

The pine, and let thee out.

Ari. I thank thee, mafter.

And peg thee in his knotty entrails, til
Thou haft howl'd away twelve winters.

Ari. Pardon, matter:

I will be correfpondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.

Pro. Do fo; and after two days

I will difcharge thee.

Ari. That's my noble mafter!

What shall I do? fay what? what shall I do?

Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the fea; Be fubject to no fight but thine and 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 strangeness of your story 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, fir,

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 in offices That profit us. What ho! flave! Caliban! Thou earth, thou! fpeak.

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

Who firft was mine own king: and here you fty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest of the island.

Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou
Defervedly confin'd into this rock,

Who hadit deferv'd more than a prifon.

Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curfe: the red plague 5 rid you, For learning me your language! Pro. Hag-feed, hence!

Enter Ariel like a water-nymph.

Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,

Hark in thine ear.

iri. My lord, it fhall be done.

Pro. Thou poifonous flave, 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 raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a fouth-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er!

[cramps, Pro. For this, be fure, to-night thou fhalt have Side-stitches that fhall pen thy breath up; urchins 2 Shall for that vaft of night 3 that they may work, All exercife on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more stinging 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 firft, Thou ftroak'dit me, and mad'it much of me; wouldit

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' the isle,

1 Baneful.

Cal. No, pray thee!

5 The eryfipclas.