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Pro. Fairly spoke;

Sit then, and talk with her, she is thine own.
What, Ariel; my industrious Servant, Ariel.

Enter Ariel..

Ari. What would my potent Master? here I am.
Pro. Thou, and thy meaner Fellows, your last Service

Did worthily perform; and I must use you
In such 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, Master? No.

Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel; do not approach

'Till thou do'st 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 Abstemious,

Or else good-night your Vow.

Fer. I warrant 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 Musick.

No Tongue; all Eyes; be filent.

Enter Iris.

Iris. Ceres, most 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 spungy April, at thy Hest betrims,

To

!

Ari. That's my noble Master:

What shall I do? Say what? What shall I do?

Pro. Go make thy self like to a Nymph o'th' Sea.
Be subject to no Sight but thine, and mine: Invisible
To every Eye-ball else. Go take this Shape,
And hither come in't: Go, hence

With Diligence.

[Exit.

Pro. 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 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 miss him: He does make our Fire,
Fetch in our Wood, and serves Offices

That profit us. What hoa! Slave! Caliban!
Thou Earth thou! fpeak.

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

Pro. Come forth, I say, there's other Business 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 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 unwholsome Fen,
Drop on you both: A South-west blow on ye,
And blifter you all o'er.

Pro. For this, be sure, to Night thou shalt have Cramps,

Side-stitches, that shall pen thy Breath up, Urchins
Shall for that waste 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 Island's mine by Sycorax my Mother,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first、
Thou stroak'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 lefs,

That burn by Day and Night: And then I lov'd thee,
And shewed 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 sty me
In this hard Rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the Island.

Pro. 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
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!
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 speak, taught thee each Hour
One thing or other: When thou didst not, Savage,
Know thine own Meaning; but wouldst gabble, like
A thing most bruitish, 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 wast thou
Deservedly confin'd into this Rock, who hadst
Deserv'd more than a Prifon.

Cal. You taught me Language, and my Profit on't Is, I know how to curse: 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 Business: Shrug'st thou, Malice?
If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly

What

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

Cal. No, 'pray thee.

I must obey, his Art is of such Pow'r,
It would control my Dam's God Setebos,
And make a Vassal of him.

Pro. So Slave, hence.

[Exit Calibari.

Enter Ferdinand, and Ariel invisible, playing and finging.

ARIEL's SONG.

Come unto these yellow Sands,

And then take Hands:

Curt'fied when you have, and kist,

The wild Waves whift;

Foot it featly here and there, and sweet Sprights bear
The Burthen.

[Burthen dispersedly.

Hark, hark, bough-wawgh: The Watch-Dogs bark,

Bough-wawgh.

Ari. Hark, hark, I hear the Strain of strutting Chanticlere,

Cry Cock-adoodle-do

Fer. Where should this Musick be? I'th'Air, or th'Earth?
It founds no more: And sure it waits upon
Some God o'th' Island, fitting on a Bank,
Weeping against the King my Father's Wrack.
This Musick crept by me upon the Waters,
Allaying both their Fury, and my Paffion
With its sweet 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 :
Those are Pearls that were his Eyes,

Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a Sea-change,

Into Something rich, and strange.

Sea-Nymphs hourly ring his Knell.

[Burthen: Ding-dong.

Fer

Hark now I hear them, ding-dong Bell.

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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 say what thou see'st 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 such Senses

As we have; fuch. This Gallant which thou seest
Was in the Wreck: And but he's something stain'd
With Grief (that's Beauty's Canker) thou might'st call him
A goodly Person. He hath lost his Fellows,

And strays about to find 'em.

Mira. I might call him

A thing divine, for nothing natural

I ever saw so 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. Most sure the Goddefs

On whom these Ayres attend. Vouchsafe my Pray'r

May know, if you remain upon this Island,
And that you will fome good Instruction give
How I may bear me here: My prime Request
(Which I do last 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 speak this Speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.
Pro. How? the best?

What wer't thou if the King of Naples heard thee?

Fer. A fingle thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me; And that he does, I weep: My self am Naples, Who, with mine Eyes (never since at Ebb) beheld The King my Father wrackt..

Mira. Alack, for Mercy.

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

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