Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star; whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop. -Here cease more questions;
Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dullness,
And give it way; -I know thou can'st not choose.-
[MIRANDA sleeps.

Come away, servant, come: I am ready now;
Approach, my Ariel; come.

Enter ARIEL.

Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I

come

To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,

To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride

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

Pro.

Hast thou, spirit,

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

I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-mast,
The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, gs, the

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O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and

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Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune

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Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,

Yea, his dread trident shake.

Pro.

My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that his coil 8 Would not infect his reason?

Ari.

Not a soul

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,
With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair,)
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 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 master.

Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari.

Not a hair perish'd;

On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle :
The king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,

His arms in this sad knot.

Pro.

Of the king's ship,

The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd,
And all the rest o'the fleet?

Safely in harbour Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid : The mariners all under hatches stow'd;

Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep: and for the rest o'the fleet,
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,

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Bound sadly home for Naples;
Supposing that they saw the king's ship 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'the day?

Ari.

Past the mid season.

Pro. At least two glasses: The time '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 promis'd,

Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pro.

How now? moody ?

What is't thou can'st demand?
Ari.

My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
Ari.

I pray thee

Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd

Without or grudge or grumblings: thou did'st pro

mise

Dost thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee?
Ari.

Pro. Thou dost; and think'st

No.

It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep;
To run upon the sharp wind of the north;

To do me business in the veins o'the earth,
When it is bak'd with frost.

Ari.

I do not, sir.

Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou

forgot

The foul witch, Sycorax, who, with age, and envy, Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?

Ari. No.

Pro.

No, sir.

Thou hast: where was she born?

speak; tell me.

Ari. Sir, in Argier.2
Pro.

O, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible To enter human hearing, from Argier, Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did, They would not take her life: Is not this true?

Ari. Aye, sir.

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with

child,

And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave,
As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant :
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd, thou did'st painfully remain
A dozen years; within which space she died,
And left thee there; where thou did'st vent thy

As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island,

groans,

(Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with

A human shape.

Ari.

Yes; Caliban her son.

Pro. Dull thing, I say so; 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 breasts 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, master.

Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till

Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
Ari.

Pardon, master:

I will be correspondent to command.

And do my spriting gently.

Pro.

Do so; and after two days

I will discharge thee.
Ari.
That's my noble master !
What shall I do? say what? what shall I do?

Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o'the sea;

Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible
To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.

[Exit ARIEL.

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

Mira. The strangeness of your story put

Heaviness in me.

Pro.

Shake it off: come on;

We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Yields us kind answer.