I priz'd above my dukedom.

Mira. Would I might

But ever fee that man!

Pro. Now, I arife ;

Sit ftill, and hear the laft of our fea-forrow.
Here in this ifland we arriv'd; and here

Have I thy fchool-mafter, made thee more profit
Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not fo careful.
Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now,
pray you, fir,

(For ftill 'tis beating in my mind) your reason
For raifing this fea-storm?

Pro. Know, thus far forth.

By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Now my dear Lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this thore; and by my prefcience
I find my zenith doth depend upon

I

A moft aufpicious ftar; whofe influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop.-Here ceafe more queftions;
Thou art inclin'd to fleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way-I know thou canst not choose-
[MIRANDA Лleeps.

Come away, fervant, come: I am ready now;
Approach, my Ariel, come!

Enter ARIEL.

Ariel. All hail, great master! grave fir, hail!

I come

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

To fwim, to dive into the fire, to ride

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

Pro

Pro. Haft thou, fpirit,

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

I boarded the king's fhip; now on the beak,
Now in the wafte, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top maft,
The yards, and bolt-fprit, would I flame diftinctly,
Then meet and join: Jove's lightnings, the precurfors
O'the dreadful thunder-clap, more momentary
And fight-out-running were not; the fire, and cracks
Of fulphurous roaring, the moft mighty Neptune
Seem'd to befiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.

Pro. My brave spirit!

Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coil
Would not infect his reafon ?

Ari. Not a foul

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd

Some tricks of defperation: All, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's fon, Ferdinand,
With hair up-ftaring (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, fafe?
Ari. Not a hair perish'd;

On their fuftaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have difpers'd them 'bout the ifle:
The king's fon have I landed by himself;

Whom

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 dispos'd,
And all the reft o'the fleet?

Ari. Safely in harbour

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

Whom, with a charm join'd to the suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep and for the rest o' the 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 perfon perifh.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge

Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:
What is the time o' the day?

Ari. Paft the mid feafon.

Pro. At least two glaffes: The time 'twixt fix and now,

Muft by us both be fpent most preciously.

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

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

Pro. How now ? moody?

What is't thou canst demand?

Ari. My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? no more.

Ari. I pray thee:

Remember

Remember I have done thee worthy fervice;, Told thee no lies, made thee no mistaking, ferv'd Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst To bate me a full year.

Pro. Doft thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee?

Ari. No.

[promife;

Pro. Thou doft; and think'ft it much, to tread Of the falt deep;

[the ooze To run upon the fharp wind of the north;

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

Ari. I do not, fir.

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, fir.

Pro. Thou haft: Where was the born? fpeak; Ari. Sir, in Argler.

Pro. Oh, was the fo? I muft,

[tell me.

Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forgett't. This damn'd witch, Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold, and forceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,

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

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

And here was left by the failors: Thou, my flave, As thou report'ft thyfelf, waft then her fervant: And, for thou waft a spirit too delicate

To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,

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Refufing

Refufing her grand hefts, fhe did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers,
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 died,
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans
As faft as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island,
(Save for the fon that she did litter here,

A freckled 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'lt
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'ft, I will rend an oak,
And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till
Thou haft howl'd away twelve winters.
Ari. Pardon, master:

I will be correfpondent to command,
And do my fpiriting gently.

Pro. Do fo; and after two days

I will discharge thee.

Ari. That's my noble master!

What fhall I do? fay what? what fhall I do?

Pro. Go make thyfelf like to a nymph o'the sea: Be fubject to no fight but thine and mine; invifible

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