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Do so; and after two days
I will discharge thee.
Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea;
To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape,
(Exit Ariel.) Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well : Awake!
Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me.
I do not love to look on.
'Tis a villain, sir,
But as 'tis,
We cannot miss him; he does make our fire,
Cali. (within.)-There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I say: there's other business for thee: Come forth, thou tortoise! when?
Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph.
Fine apparition! my quaint Ariel !
Ari. My lord, it shall be done.
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
Cali. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd
Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st give me
Water with berries in 't; and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile ;
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness,—I have us'd thee, Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honor of my child.
Cali. O ho, O ho! would it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans.
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.
Cali. You taught me language; and my profit on't
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best,
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
And make a vassal of him.
So, slave; hence!
Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; Ferdinand
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands;
Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd
(The wild waves whist)
Foot it featly here and there;
Burthen. Bowgh, wowgh. (dispersedly)
The strain of strutting chanticlere
Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth?
It sounds no more ;-and sure it waits upon
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Fer. The ditty does remember my drowned father,
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,1
What is 't? a spirit?
Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest,
Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd
And strays about to find them.
I ever saw so noble.
It goes on (aside),
As my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this.
Most sure, the goddess
No wonder, sir;
But, certainly a maid.
My language! heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken.
Alack for mercy!
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan, And his brave son, being twain.
The Duke of Milan,
1 The fringed curtains of thine eye advance.
Why Shakspeare should have condescended to the elaborate nothingness, not to say nonsense of this metaphor (for what is meant by advancing "curtains?") I cannot conceive; that is to say, if he did condescend; for it looks very like the interpolation of some pompous, declamatory player. Pope has put it into his treatise on the Bathos.
Myself am Naples.”—This is a very summary and kingly style. Shakspeare is fond of it. "How, now, France ?" says King John to King Philip, "I'm dying, Egypt!" says Antony to Cleopatra.
MACBETH AND THE WITCHES.
This scene fortunately comprises a summary of the whole subsequent history of Macbeth.
A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder.
1st Wi. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd,
2nd Wi. Thrice and once the hedge-pig whin',
In the caldron boil and bake :