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Pro. At least two glaffes: the time 'twixt fix and now
Muft by us both be spent most preciously.
Ari. Is there more toil? fince thou doft give me pains,
Pro. How now? moody?
What is't thou canft demand?
(a) This is the Spanish pronunciation of Bermudas: the account of which ifland in Purchas's Pilgrimage is, that it was call'd the Ifland of Devils and the inchanted Island, thefe names being given it from the monftrous tempefts which there have been often fuftain'd. And again, Speaking the whole cluster of islands with which the great one is furrounded, he faith, The islands feem rent with tempefts of thunder, lightning and rain, which threaten in time to devour them all.
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, ferv'd
Without or grudge or grumblings; thou didft promise
Pro. Doft thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
Pro. Thou doft; and think'ft 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'th' earth,
Ari. I do not, fir.
Pro. Thou ly'ft, malignant thing: haft thou forgot
Pro. Thou haft: where was she born? fpeak; tell me, say.
Pro. Oh, was the fo? I must
Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know'ft, was banifh'd: for one thing she did
Ari. Ay, fir.
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child,
A dozen years; within which space she dy'd,
And left thee there: where thou didst vent thy groans
A freckl'd whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with
Ari. Yes; Caliban her fon,
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'ft howl'd away twelve winters.
Ari. Pardon, mafter.
I will be correspondent to command,
Pro. Do fo: and after two days I'll difcharge thee.
What shall I do? fay what? what shall I do?
Pro. Go, make thyself like to a nymph o' th' sea :
Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me.
Pro. Shake it off: come on;
We'll vifit Caliban my flave, who never
Yields us kind answer.
I do not love to look on.
Pro. But, as 'tis,
We cannot mifs him: he does make our fire,
Cal. (within.) There's wood enough within.
Fine apparition! my quaint Ariel,
Ari. My lord, it fhall be done.
Pro. Thou poisonous flave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam; come forth, thou tortoife.
Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd
Pro. For this, be fure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
Cal. I muft eat my dinner.
This island's mine by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak'ft from me. When thou camest first,
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and fertile.
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Who firft was mine own king: and here you fty me
Pro. Thou moft lying flave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness; I have us'd thee
Cal. Oh ho, oh ho, I wou'd it had been done!
Pro. Abhorred flave;
Who any print of goodness will not take,
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
Cal. You taught me language, and my profit on't
Pro. Hag-feed, hence!
Fetch us in fewel, and be quick (thou 'wert best)