Gor. The king and printe at prayers! let us No, not so much perdition as an hair, Betid to any creature in the velfel Which thou heard'ft cry, which thou faw'st sink. Sit down; For thou must now know further. Mira. You have often Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd, Pro. The hour's now come; The very minute bids thee ope thine ear; I do not think, thou canft; for then thou waft not Mira. Certainly, fir, I can. [Exit. Pro. By what by any other houfe, or perfon! Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of fea for an acre of barren ground;'-3 long heath, brown furze, any thing: The wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death! [Exit. S CE NE 11. The inchanted ifland: before the cell of Profpera. Enter Profpero and Miranda. Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : It should the good fhip fo have swallow'd, and What foul play had we, that we came from thence? Or bleffed was 't, we did? Pro. Both, both, my girl: By foul play, as thou fay'ft, were we heav'd thence; But bleffedly holp hither. Mira. O, my heart bleeds To think o' the teen that I have turn'd you to, Which is from my remembrance! Please you further. Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd An thonio, I pray thee mark me,-that a brother should 3 Perhaps it should be ling, heath, &c. 4 Before. i. e. a very Sorrow, grief, trouble. Pro. Pro. Being once perfected how to grant suits, Pro. I pray thee, mark me. I thus neglecting worldly ends, all dedicated As my truft was; which had, indeed, no limit, [That wrings mine eyes to 't. Pro. Hear a little further, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Mira. Wherefore did they not Pro. Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that question. Dear, they durft not; Bore us fome leagues to fea; where they prepar'd Nor tackle, fail, nor maft; the very rats Mira. Alack! what trouble Pro. O a cherubim But what my power might elfe exact,-like one, Was I then to you! To credit his own lie,-he did believe He was, indeed, the duke; out of the fubftitution, Mira. Your tale, fir, would cure deafness. Thou waft, that did preferve me! Thou didst smile, When I have 5 deck'd the fea with drops full falt Mira. How came we afhore? Some food we had, and some fresh water, that Out of his charity, who being then appointed Mira. Would I might But ever fee that man! Pro. Now, I arife: Sit ftill, and hear the laft of our fea-forrow. Pro. Know thus far forth. By accident moft strange, bountiful fortune, With all the honours, on my brother: Whereon,Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies A treacherous army levy'd, one mid-night The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness, Mira. Alack, for pity! I, not remembring how I cried out then, Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint 4, Brought to this fhore: and by my prescience A moft aufpicious ftar; whofe influence To trash, Warburton fays, is to cut away the fuperfluities. 2 Thirsty. Suggestion. Covered. i. e. a stubborn iefolution. B 2 [Miranda fleeps. Otherwife than. Come Come away, fervant, come: I am ready now; Approach, my Ariel, come. Enter Ariel. What is the time o' the day? Ari, Paft the mid feason. Pro. At least two glaffes: the time 'twixt fix and now, Ari, All hail, great master! grave fir, hail! I come Muft by us both be spent most precioufly. To answer thy beft pleafure; be't to fly, To fwim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds; to thy itrong bidding, tak Ariel, and all his quality. Pro. Haft thou, fpirit, Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bade thee? I boarded the king's fhip; now on the beak, O'the dreadful thunder-clap, more momentary Pro. My brave fpirit!.. Who was fo firm, forconftant, that this coil Would not infect his reafon ? Ari. Not a foul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Pro. Why, that's my fpirit! dri. Close by, my mafter. On their fuftaining garments not a blemish, But frether than before: and, as thou bad' me, The king's fon have I landed by himfelf; Pro. Of the king's thip, The mariners, fay how thou haft difpos'd, iri, Safely in harbour once Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou doft give me pains, Pro. How now, moody? What is 't thou canft demand? Is the king's fhip; in the deep nook, where Suppofing that they faw the king's fhip wreck'd, Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: I Performed to the minutest article. Pro. Thou ly'it, 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; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier 4. Pro. Oh, was the fo? I muft, Once in a month, recount what thou haft been, [child, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with A dozen years; within which space the died, A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with Ari. Yes; Caliban her fon. Pro, Dull thing, I fay fo; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in fervice. Thou bett 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, 2 Bermudas. 3 Flote is wave. 4 Algier Whe When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape The fresh fprings, brine-pits, barren place, and fertiles The pine, and let thee out. Ari. I thank thee, mafter. Pro. If thou more murmur'ft, I will rend an oak, For I am all the subjects that you have, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, til Ari. Pardon, matter: I will be correfpondent to command, Pro. Do fo; and after two days I will difcharge thee. Ari. That's my noble mafter! What shall I do? fay what? what shall I do? Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the fea; Be fubject to no fight but thine and mine; invifible To every eye-ball elfe. Go, take this shape, And hither come in it: go, hence, with diligence. [Exit Ariel Awake, dear heart, awake! thou haft slept well; Awake! Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heavinefs in me. Pro. Shake it off: Come on; We'll vifit Caliban, my flave, who never Mira. 'Tis a villain, fir, 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 in offices That profit us. What ho! flave! Caliban! Thou earth, thou! fpeak. Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. Who firft was mine own king: and here you fty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest of the island. Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou 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 5 rid you, For learning me your language! Pro. Hag-feed, hence! Pro. Come forth, I fay; there's other bufinefs for Fetch us in fewel, and be quick; thou wert best, Come, thou tortoife! when? [thee: To anfwer other bufinefs. Shrug'ft thou, malice Enter Ariel like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear. iri. My lord, it fhall be done. If thou neglect'ft, or doft unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; [Exit. That beafts shall tremble at thy din. 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 unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a fouth-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er! [cramps, Pro. For this, be fure, to-night thou fhalt have Side-stitches that fhall pen thy breath up; urchins 2 Shall for that vaft of night 3 that they may work, All exercife on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em. Cal. I muft eat my dinner. This ifland's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'ft from me. When thou cameft firft, Thou ftroak'dit me, and mad'it much of me; wouldit give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how 1 Baneful. Cal. No, pray thee! 2 Perhaps put here for fairies. 4 Race, in this place, feems to fignify original difpofition, inborn qualities 5 The eryfipclas. • We learn from Magellan's voyage, that Setebos was the fupreme God of the Patagons. 7 Silent. Mira. Alack, for mercy! [of Milan, Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke And his brave fon, being twain. Pro. The duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could controul2 thee, They have chang'd eyes:-Delicate Ariel, Mira. Why fpeaks my father fo ungently? This That e'er I figh'd for: pity, move my father To be inclin'd my way! Fer. O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Pro. Soft, fir; one word more. business I must uneafy make, left too light winning Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd fa- They are both in either's powers: but this swift This is no mortal business, nor no found [ther:That the earth owes 1:-I hear it now above me. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And fay, what thou seest yond'. Mira. What is't? a fpirit? Pro. No, wench; it eats, and fleeps, [Afide. Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge thee, That thou attend me: thou dost here ufurp Fer. No, as I am a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch If the ill fpirit have so fair an house, Pro. [To Ferd.] Follow me.- Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come, Fer. No; I will refift fuch entertainment, till -Vouchfafe, my Mine enemy has more power. [He draws. My foot my tutor?-Put thy fword up, traitor; confcience Is fo poffefs'd with guilt: come from thy ward; Mira. Befeech you, father! Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments, I'll be his furety. Pro. Silence: one word more Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. An advocate for an impoftor? hush! 1 To owe, fignifies here, as in many other places of our author's plays, to own. 3 morous. 2 Confute thee. Thou |