Thou call'dft me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the ftill-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid :
The mariners all under hatches ftow'd;

Whom, with a charm join'd to their fuffer'd labour,
I have left asleep and for the reft 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 ship wreck'd,
And his great person perish.

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 spent 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?

My liberty.

What is't thou can'ft demand?

Ari.

thee

Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Ari. I pray Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, ferv'd Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promife To bate me a full year.

Pro.

Doft thou forget From what a torment I did free thee?

Ari.

No.

Pro. Thou doft; and think’st
It much, to tread the ooze of the falt deep;
To run upon the sharp 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 lieft, 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 fhe born?

fpeak; tell me.

Ari. Sir, in Argier.

Pro.

O, was the fo? I must,

Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forget'ft. This damn'd witch, Sycorax,
For mifchiefs manifold, and forceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,

Thou know'ft, was banish'd; for one thing she 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 fpirit too delicate

To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refufing her grand hefts, fhe did confine thee,
By help of her more potent minifters,
And in her most 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 ftrike: 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'ft What torment I did find thee in: thy groans Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breafts 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, 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. I will be correfpondent to command, And do my fpriting gently.

Pro.

I will discharge thee.

Pardon, mafter:

Do fo; and after two days

Ari. That's my noble mafter! What fhall I do? fay what? what fhall I do? Pro. Go make thyfelf like toa nymph o' the fea; Be fubject to no fight but mine; invifible To every eye-ball elfe. Go, take this shape, And hither come in't: hence, with diligence. [Exit ARIEL Awake, dear heart, awake! thou haft slept well; Awake!

Mira. The ftrangeness of your story put Heavinefs in me.

Pro.

Shake it off: Come on;

We'll vifit Caliban, my flave, who never

Yields us kind anfwer.

Mira.

I do not love to look on.

Pro.

'Tis a villain, fir,

But, as 'tis,

We cannot mifs him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood; and ferves in offices

That profit us. What, ho! flave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! fpeak.

Cal. [Within] There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I fay; there's other bufinefs
for thee:

Come forth, thou tortoise! when?

Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph.

Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,

Hark in thine ear.

Ari.

My lord it shall be done. [Exit,

Pro. Thou poifonous flave, 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 raven's feather from unwholsome fen,
Drop on you both! a fouth-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 vaft of night that they may work,-
All exercife on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd

As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more ftinging.
Than bees that made them.

Cal.

I must eat my dinner.
This ifland's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak'ft from me. When thou cameft first,
Thou ftrok'dit me, and mad'st much of me; would'it
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 fhew'd thee all the qualities o' the ifle,

The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile;

Curfed be I that did fo!-All the charms

Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the fubjects that you have,

Which firft was mine own king: and here youfty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the island.

Pro.

Thou moft lying flave, Whom ftripes 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 feek to violate
The honour of

my child.

Cal. O ho, Oho!—'wou'd it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled elfe This ifle with Calibans.

Pro.

Abhorred flave;

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, favage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing moft brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known: But thy vile

race,

Though 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 hadit 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!