To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not again undo: it was mine art,
When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.

Ari. I thank thee, master.

Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, 'till Thou'st howl'd away twelve winters. Ari. Pardon, mafter. I will be correfpondent to command, And do my fp'riting 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'th' fea. Be fubject to no fight but mine: invisible To every eye-ball else. Go take this shape, And hither come in it: go hence with diligence [Exit Ariel.

Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake

Mira. The ftrangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.

Pro. Shake it off: come on;
We'll vifit Caliban my flave, who never
Yields us kind anfwer.

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 serves in offices

That profit us.

What ho flave! Caliban!

Thou earth, thou! fpeak.

Cal. [within.] There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I fay; there's other business for

thee.

Come, thou Tortoife! when?

Enter

Enter Ariel like a Water-Nymph.

Fine apparition! my quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.

[Exit.

Ari. My lord, it shall be done.
Pro. Thou poifonous flave, got by the devil himfelf

Upon thy wicked dam, come forth.

Cal.

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SCENE IV.

Enter Caliban.

S* wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd
With raven's feather from unwholfome fen,

[cramps,

Drop on you both! a fouth-west blow on ye, And blifter you all o'er! Pro. For this, be fure, to night thou shalt have Side-stiches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more ftinging Than bees that made 'em.

Cal. "I must eat my dinner.

" This Island's mine by Sycorax my mother, "Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, "Thou ftroak'dst me, and mad'st much of me; and

would'st 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,

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And fhew'd thee all the qualities o'th' Ifle,

"The fresh springs, brine-pits; barren place, and

fertile.

"Curs'd be I, that I did fo! all the charms

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Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!

For I am all the fubjects 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 rest of th'Island.

Pro. Thou most lying flave,

Whom ftripes may move, not kindness; I have us'd

thee

(Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd In mine own cell, 'till thou didst seek 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 flave; Which any print of goodness wilt not take, Being capable of all ill! I pity'd thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other. When thou couldst not, savage, Shew 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 [natures (Tho' thou didst learn) had that in't, which good Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Who hadit deferv'd more than a prifon

race

Cal. You taught me language, and my profit on't

Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid you, For learning me your language!

Pro. Hag-feed, hence!

Fetch us in fewel, and be quick (thou wert' best) To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice? If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly

What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar, That beafts shall tremble at thy din.

Cal. No 'pray thee.

I must obey; his art is of fuch pow'r,
It would controul my dam's god Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.

Pro. So, flave, hence!

SCENE V.

[Exit Caliban.

Enter Ferdinand; and Ariel invisible, playing and finging.

ARIEL'S SONG.

Come unto these yellow fands,

And then take hands:

Curt'fied when you have, and kist

(The wild waves whift ;)

Foot it featly here and there,

And, Sweet sprites, the burthen bear.

Burthen, dispersedly.

Hark, hark, baugh,-waugh: the watch-dogs bark,

Baugh-waugh.

Ari. Hark, hark, I hear

The strain of strutting chanticlere

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-do.

Fer. Where should this Music be, i'th' air, or earth ?

It founds no more: and, fure, it waits upon

Some

Some God o'th' Island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping against the King my father's wreck,
This mufic crept by me upon the waters;
Allaying both their fury and my paffion,
With its fweet air; thence I have follow'd it,

Or it hath drawn me rather

No, it begins again.

but 'tis gone.

ARIEL'S SONG,

* Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made:
Those are pearls, that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth fuffer a fea-change,
Into fomething rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell.
Hark, now I hear them, ding-dong, bell.

Burthen: ding-dong.

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father; This is no mortal business, nor no found That the earth owns: I hear it now above me.

Pro.

T

HE fringed curtains of thine eyes advance,
And fay, what thou feeft yond.

Mira. What is't, a spirit?

Lord, how it looks about! believe me, Sir,
It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit.