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Pro. But are they, Ariel, fafe?

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 difpers'd them 'bout the Ifle:
The King's fon have I landed by himself,
Whom I left cooling of the air with fighs
In an odd angle of the Ifle, and fitting,
His arms in this fad knot.

Pro. Of the King's fhip

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

Ari. Safely in harbour

Is the King's fhip; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dft me up at midnight, to fetch dew
From the ftill-vext Bermoothes a, there fhe's hid:
The mariners all under hatches ftow'd,

✦ 'Whom' with a charm join'd to their fuffered labour,
I've 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 fhip wreck'd,
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. Paft the mid feason.

Pro. At least two glaffes: the time 'twixt fix and now. Muft by us both be fpent most preciously.

Ari. Is there more toil? fince thou doft give me pains,
Lèt

(a) This is the Spanish pronunciation of Bermudas: the account of which land in Purchas's Pilgrimage is, that it was call'd the Island of Devils and the inchanted Ifland, these names being given it from the monftrous tempefts which there have been often fuitain'd. And again fpeaking of the whole cluster of Islands with which the great one is furrounded, he faith, The Iflands feem rent with tempelts of thunder, lightning and rain, which threaten in time to devour them all. 4 Who

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Let me remember thee what thou haft promis'd,
Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pro. How now? moody?
What is't thou canft 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, ferv'd
Without or grudge or grumblings; thou didst 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 think'ft 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 ly'ft, 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.

[me, fay.'

Pro. Thou haft: where was fhe born? fpeak;
Ari. Sir, in Argier.

Pro. Oh, was fhe fo? I must

Once in a month recount what thou hast been,

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

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

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Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by th' failors; thou my flave,

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As thou report'ft thy felf, waft then her fervant:
And, for thou waft a fpirit too delicate
To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hefts, fhe 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 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 she did litter here,

A freckl'd whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with
A human shape.

Ari. Yes, Caliban her fon.

Pro. Dull thing, I fay fo: he, that Caliban
Whom now I keep in fervice. 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 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 entrails, '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'll discharge thee.
Ari. Oh! 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: invisible
To every eye-ball elfe. Go take this fhape,

And hither come in't: ? 'hence' with diligence. [Exit Ariel.

7 Go hence

Awake

Awake, dear heart awake, thou haft flept well, Awake.

Mira. The ftrangenefs of your story put Heaviness 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 miss him he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood, and ferves in offices
That profit us. What hoa! flave! Caliban!
Thou earth thou! speak.

Cal. (within.) There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I fay, there's other bufinefs for thee.

Enter Ariel like a Water-Nymph.

Fine apparition! my quaint Ariel,

Hark in thine ear.

Ari. My lord, it shall be done.

[Exit.

Pro. Thou poisonous flave, got by the devil himself

Upon thy wicked dam; come forth, thou tortoife.

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Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd

With raven's feather from unwholsome fen,
Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye,

And blifter you all o'er!

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

As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made 'em.

Cal.

Cal. I must eat my dinner.

This Ifland's mine by Sycorax my mother,

Which thou tak'dft from me.

When thou cameft firft

Thou ftroak'dft me and mad'ft much of me; would'st Water with berries in't; and teach me how

To name the bigger light, and how the lefs,

[give me

That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
And fhew'd thee all the qualities o' th' Ifle,

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 subjects that you have,

Who first was mine own King: and here you fty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The reft of th' Inland.

Pro. Thou moft lying flave,

Whom stripes may move, not kindnefs; I have us'd thee (Filth as thou art) with human care, and lodg'd thee In mine own cell, 'till thou didft feek to violate

The honour of my child.

Cal. Oh ho, oh ho, I wou'd it had been done!
Thou didst prevent me, I had peopled elfe
This Ifle with Calibans.

Pro. 'Abhorred slave;`

Who any print of goodness will not take,

Being capable of all ill! I pity'd thee,

Took pains to make thee fpeak, taught thee each hour One thing or other. When thou could'ft not, favage, Shew thine own meaning, but didft gabble like`

A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes

With words that made them known. But thy vile race VOL. I.

8 with human care, and lodg'd

In mine own cell,

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9 Mira. Abhorred flave; This speech taken from Miranda and given to Profpero by Theobald.

When thou did'ft not, favage,

Know thine own meaning, but wouldft gabble like... old edit. This amendment Mr. Warburton propos'd in his specimen of an edition of this author, published in the General Dictionary.

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