Pro. Fairly spoke;

Sit then, and talk with her, fhe is thine own.
What, Ariel; my induftrious Servant, Ariel.
Enter Ariel..

Ari. What would my potent Mafter? here I am.
Pro. Thou, and thy meaner Fellows, your laft Service
Did worthily perform; and I must use you

In fuch another Trick; go bring the Rabble,
O'er whom I give thee Power, here, to this Place;
Incite them to quick Motion, for I must
Bestow upon the Eyes of this young Couple
Some Vanity of mine Art; it is my Promife,
And they expect it from me.

Ari. Presently?

Pro. Ay, with a Twink.

Ari. Before you can fay Come, and go, And breathe twice; and cry, So, fo;

Each one tripping on his Toe,

Will be here with Mop and Mow.

Do you love me, Mafter? No.

Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel; do not approach 'Till thou do'ft hear me call.

Ari. Well, I conceive.

Pro. Look thou be true; do not give Dalliance

Too much the Rein; the strongest Oaths are Straw
To th' Fire i'th' Blood: Be more Abftemious,

Or else good-night your Vow.

Fer. Iwarrant you, Sir,

The white cold Virgin-Snow, upon my Heart,
Abates the Ardours of my Liver.

Pro. Well.

Now come my Ariel, bring a Corolary,

[Exit.

Rather than want a Spirit, appear, and pertly. [Soft Mufick. No Tongue; all Eyes; be filent.

Enter Iris.

Iris. Ceres, moft bounteous Lady, the rich Leas
Of Whear, Rye, Barley, Fetches, Oats, and Pease;
Thy turfy Mountains, where live nibling Sheep,
And flat Medes thetch'd with Stover, them to keep;
Thy Banks with pioned, and tulip'd Brims,
Which fpungy April, at thy Heft betrims,

To

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.
Be fubject to no Sight but thine, and mine: Invifible
To every Eye-ball elfe. Go take this Shape,
And hither come in't: Go, hence

With Diligence.

[Exit.

Pre. Awake, dear Heart awake, thou haft flept well, Awake.

Mira. The Strangeness of your Story put

Heaviness in me.

Pro. Shake it off: Come on,

We'll vifit Caliban, my Slave, who never

Yields us kind Answer.

Mira. 'Tis a Villain, Sir, I do not love to look on.'
Pro. But as 'tis

We cannot mifs him: He does make our Fire,

Fetch in our Wood, and ferves Offices

That profit us.

What hoa! Slave! Caliban!

Thou Earth thou! fpeak.

Cal. (within.) There's Wood enough within.

Pro. Come forth, I fay, there's other Bufinefs for thee: Come thou Tortoys, when?

Enter Ariel like a Water-Nymph.

Fine Apparition: My quaint Ariel,

Heark in thine Ear.

Ari. My Lord, it shall be done.

[Exit.

Pro. Thou poifonous 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 unwholsome Fen,
Drop on you both: A South-weft blow on ye,

And blifter you all o'er.

Pro. For this, be fure, to Night thou shalt have Cramps,
Side-stitches, that fhall pen thy Breath up, Urchins
Shall for that wafte of Night, that they may work
All Exercise on thee: Thou shalt be pinch'd

As thick as Hony-comb, each Pinch more stinging
Than Bees that made 'em.

Cal. I must 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,
And fhewed thee all the Qualities o' the Ifle,

The fresh Springs, Brine-pits; barren Place and fertile.
Curs'd be I that I did fo! All the Charms

Of Sycorax; Toads, Beetles, Bats light on you!
For I am all the Subjects that you have,

Which first was mine own King: And here you fty me
In this hard Rock, whiles you do keep from me
The reft of the Island.

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 didft feek to violate

The Honour of my Child.

Cal. Oh ho, oh ho, would't had been done!
Thou didst prevent me, I had peopl❜d elfe
This Ifle with Calibans.

Mira. Abhorred Slave,

Which any Print of Goodness will not take,
Being capable of all Ill: I pitied thee,

Took Pains to make thee fpeak, taught thee each Hour
One thing or other: When thou didst not, Savage,
Know thine own Meaning; but wouldft gabble, like
A thing most bruitifh, I endow'd thy Purposes

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 hadft

Deferv'd more than a Prison.

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
To answer other Bufinefs: Shrug'ft thou, Malice?
If thou neglect'ft, or doft unwillingly

What

What I command, I'll rack thee with old Cramps,
Fill all thy Bones with Aches, make thee roar,
The Beatts fhall tremble at thy din.

Cal. No, 'pray thee.

I must obey, his Art is of fuch Pow'r,
It would control my Dam's God Serebos,
And make a Vaffal of him.

Pro. So Slave, hence.

[Exit Caliban.

Enter Ferdinand, and Ariel invisible, playing and finging.

ARIEL's SONG.

Come unto thefe yellow Sands,
And then take Hands:

Curt'fied when you have, and kist,

The wild Waves whift;

Foot it featly here and there, and fweet Sprights bear

The Burthen.

[Burthen difperfedly.

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 gone.
No, it begins again.

ARIEL's SONG.
Full Fathom five thy Father lyes
Of his Bones are Coral made:
Thofe are Pearls that were his Eyes,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth fuffer a Sea-change,
Into fomething rich, and strange.
Sea-Nymphs hourly ring his Knell.

[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 Bufinefs, 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,
It carries a brave Form. But 'tis a Spirit.

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'ft 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
I ever faw fo noble.

Pro. It goes on, I fee,

As my Soul prompts it: Spirit, fine Spirit, I'll free thee Within two Days for this.

Fer. Moft fure the Goddefs
On whom these Ayres attend.

Vouchfafe my Pray'r
May know, if you remain upon this Ifland,
And that you will fome good Inftruction give
How I may bear me here: My prime Request
(Which I do laft pronounce) is, O you Wonder,
If you be made, or no?

Mira. No Wonder, Sir,
But certainly a Maid.

Fer. My Language! Heav'ns!

I am the best of them that fpeak this Speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Pro. How? the beft?

What wer't thou if the King of Naples heard thee?
Fer. A fingle thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee fpeak of Naples. He does hear me;
And that he does, I weep: My felf am Naples,
Who, with mine Eyes (never fince at Ebb) beheld
The King my Father wrackt..

Mira. Alack, for Mercy.

Fer. Yes faith, and all his Lords, the Duke of Millan

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