Once in a Month recount what thou hast been, Thou know'ft was banish'd: For one thing she did Pro. This blue-ey'd Hag was hither brought with Child, And here was left by th' Sailors; thou my Slave, As thou report'ft thy felf, waft then her Servant. And, for thou waft a Spirit too delicate To act her carthy and abhor'd Commands, Refufing her grand Hefts, fhe did confine thee, By help of her more potent Minifters, And in her moft unmittigable Rage, Into a cloven Pyne; within which Rift Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain A dozen Years; within which Space the dy'd, And left thee there: Where thou didft vent thy Groans As faft as Mill Wheels ftrike. Then was this Island (Save for the Son that fhe did litter here A frekel'd Whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with Ari, Yes; Caliban her Son. Pro. Dull Thing, I fay fo: He, that Caliban Ari. I thank thee, Mafter. 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, Pro. Do fo: And after two Days Ari. 1 Ari. That's my noble Master: What shall I do? Say what? What shall I do? Pro. Go make thy felf like to a Nymph o'th' Sea. With Diligence. [Exit Pro. Awake, dear Heart awake, thou haft flept well, Mira. The Strangeness of your Story put Pro. Shake it off: Come on, We'll vifit Caliban, my Slave, who never Mira. 'Tis a Villain, Sir, I do not love to look on.' We cannot miss him: He does make our Fire, Fetch in our Wood, and ferves Offices That profit us. What hoa! Slave! Caliban! Thou Earth thou! speak. Cal. (within.) There's Wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I fay, there's other Business for thee? Come thou Tortoys, when? Enter Ariel like a Water-Nymph Fine Apparition: My quaint Ariel, Ari. My Lord, it fhall be done. [Exit. Pro. Thou poisonous Slave, got by the Devil himself Upon thy wicked Dam; come forth. Enter Caliban. Cal. As wicked Dew, as e'er my Mother brush'd With Ravens Feather from unwholfome Fen, And blifter you all o'er. Pro. For this, be fure, to Night thou shalt have Cramps, All Exercise on thee: Thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as Hony-comb, each Pinch more stinging Cal. I muft eat my Dinner; This Ifland's mine by Sycorax my Mother, Which thou tak'ft from me. When thou camest first Thou ftroak'dft me, and mad'ft much of me; Would'ft 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, The fresh Springs, Brine-pits; barren Place and fertile.' Of Sycorax; Toads, Beetles, Bats light on you! Which first was mine own King: And here you fty me Pro. Thou moft lying Slave, Whom Stripes may move, not Kindness; I have us'd thee (Filth as thou art) with human Care, and lodg'd In mine own Cell, 'till thou didst seek to violate The Honour of my Child. Cal. Oh ho, oh ho, would't had been done! Mira. Abhorred Slave, Which any Print of Goodness will not take, Took Pains to make thee speak, taught thee each Hour With Words that made them known. But thy vile Race (Tho' thou didst learn) had that in't, which good Natures Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou Defervedly confin'd into this Rock, who hadst Deferv'd more than a Prifon. Cal. You taught me Language, and my Profit on't Is, I know how to curfe: The Red-plague rid you For learning me your Language. Pro. Hag-feed, hence! Fetch us in Fewel, and be quick, thou wer't best What What I command, I'll rack thee with old Cramps, Cal. No, 'pray thee. I must obey, his Art is of fuch Pow'r, Pro. So Slave, hence. [Exit Caliban. Enter Ferdinand, and Ariel invisible, playing and finging. ARIEL'S SONG. Come unto thefe yellow Sands, Curt'fied when you have, and kist, Foot it featly here and there, and fweet Sprights bear The Burthen. [Burthen dispersedly. Hark, bark, bough-wawgh: The Watch-Dogs bark, Bough-wawgh. Ari. Hark, bark, I hear the Strain of ftrutting Chanticlere, Cry Cock-adoodle-do Fer. Where should this Mufick be? I'th'Air, or th’Earth? It founds no more: And fure it waits upon Some God o'th' Ifland, fitting on a Bank, Weeping against the King my Father's Wrack. This Mufick 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; but 'tis No, it begins again. gone. ARIEL'S SONG. Full Fathom five thy Father lyes [Burthen: Ding-dong. Hark now I hear them, ding-dong Bell. Fer Fer. The Ditty does remember my drown'd Father; This is no mortal Business, nor no Sound That the Earth owes: I hear it now above me. Prò. The fringed Curtains of thine Eye advance, And fay what thou fee'ft yond. : Mira. What is't, a Spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, Sir, Pro. No Wench, it eats, and fleeps, and hath fuch Senfes As we have; fuch. This Gallant which thou feest Was in the Wreck: And but he's fomething ftain'd With Grief (that's Beauty's Canker) thou might't call him A goodly Perfon. He hath loft his Fellows, And strays about to find 'em. Mira. I might call him A thing divine, for nothing natural. Pro. It goes on, I fee, As my Soul prompts it: Spirit, fine Spirit, I'll free thee Fer. Moft fure the Goddess On whom these Ayres attend. Vouchfafe my Pray'r And that you will fome good Inftruction give Mira. No Wonder, Sir, Fer. My Language! Heav'ns! I am the best of them that fpeak this Speech, Pro. How? the beft? What wer't thou if the King of Naples heard thee? Mira. Alack, for Mercy. Fer. Yes faith, and all his Lords, the Duke of Millan VOL. I. C And |