For raising this sea-storm? Pros. Instinctively have quit it: there they hoist us, Know thus far forth. To cry to the sea that roar'd to us, to By accident most strange, bountiful sigh To the winds whose pity, sighing back again, Did us but loving wrong. Mir. Alack, what trouble Fortune, Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies Brought to this shore; and by my prescience I find my zenith doth depend upon Thou art inclined to sleep; 'tis a good dulness, And give it way: I know thou canst not choose. [Miranda sleeps. Come away, servant, come. I am ready Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel, Then all afire with me: the king's son, With hair up-staring,—then like reeds, not hair,— Pros. At least two glasses. 'twixt six and now Must by us both be spent most preciously. Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promised, Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Which is not yet perform'd me. 'Hell is empty, And all the devils are here.' Pros. As thou report'st thyself, wast then her And hither come in't: go, hence with [Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake! Mir. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me. Pros. Shake it off. Come on; We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never Yields us kind answer. Mir. 'Tis a villain, sir, But, as 'tis, I do not love to look on. Pros. We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Fetch in our wood and serves in offices That profit us. What, ho! slave! Cali ban! Thou earth, thou! speak. Cal. [Within] There's wood enough within. Pros. Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee: Come, thou tortoise! when? Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph. My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pros. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Pros. For this, be sure, to-night thou Which any print of goodness wilt not shalt have cramps, take, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known. But thy vile race, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures Thou strokedst me and madest much of Could not abide to be with; therefore me, wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, wast thou Deservedly confined into this rock, That burn by day and night: and then Is, I know how to curse. The red I loved thee And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, plague rid you For learning me your language! Pros. Hag-seed, hence! The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt In this hard rock, whiles you do keep That beasts shall tremble at thy din. No, pray thee. [Aside] I must obey: his art is of such power, It would control my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him. Pros. So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban. Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; But doth suffer a sea-change Fer. The ditty does remember my This is no mortal business, nor no sound above me. hear me; And that he does I weep: myself am Pros. The fringed curtains of thine Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, eye advance beheld |