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,
Let me remember thee what thou haft promis'd,
Which is not yet perform'd me.

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

Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, ferv'd

Without or grudge or grumblings; thou didft promise
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'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,
When it is bak'd with froft.

Ari. I do not, fir.

Pro. Thou ly'ft, malignant thing: haft thou forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy
into a hoop? haft thou forgot her?

Was grown
Ari. No, fir.

Pro. Thou haft: where was she born? fpeak; tell me, say.
Ari. Sir, in Argier.

Pro. Oh, was the fo? I must

Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forget'ft. This damn'd witch Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold, forceries too terrible

To enter human hearing, from Argier,

Thou know'ft, was banifh'd: for one thing she did
They would not take her life. Is this not true?

Ari. Ay, fir.

Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child,
And here was left by th' failors; thou my flave,
As thou report'ft thy felf, waft then her fervant.
And, for thou waft a spirit too delicate
To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands,
Refufing her grand hefts, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain

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A dozen years; within which space she dy'd,

And left thee there: where thou didst vent thy groans
As fast as mill-wheels ftrike. Then was this ifland
(Save for the son that she did litter here,

A freckl'd 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'st
What torment I did find thee in; thy groans
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts
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'ft howl'd away twelve winters.

Ari. Pardon, mafter.

I will be correspondent to command,
And do my fp'riting gently.

Pro. Do fo: and after two days I'll difcharge thee.
Ari. O, that's my noble master:

What shall I do? fay what? what shall I do?

Pro. Go, make thyself like to a nymph o' th' sea :
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.
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 flave, who never

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[Exit Ari.

Yields

Yields us kind answer.
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 hoa! flave! Caliban!
Thou earth thou! speak.

Cal. (within.) There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I fay, there's other bufinefs for thee.
Enter Ariel like a water-nymph.

Fine apparition! my quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.

Ari. My lord, it fhall be done.

Pro. Thou poisonous flave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam; come forth, thou tortoife.

IV.

SCENE

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!

[Exit.

Pro. For this, be fure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
Shall, for that vaft of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made 'em.

Cal. I muft eat my dinner.

This island's mine by Sycorax my mother,

Which thou tak'ft from me. When thou camest first,
Thou ftroak'dft me, and mad'st much of me; would'ft give me
Water with berries in't; and teach me how

To

To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
And fhew'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle,

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,

Who firft was mine own king: and here you fty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of th' island.

Pro. Thou moft lying flave,

Whom stripes 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. Oh ho, oh ho, I wou'd it had been done!
Thou didst prevent me, I had peopled elfe
This ifle with Calibans.

Pro. Abhorred flave;

Who any print of goodness will not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pity'd thee,

Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
One thing or other. When thou could'ft not, favage,
Shew thine own meaning, but didst gabble like

A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known. But thy vile race
(Though thou didft learn) had that in't, which good natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou
Deservedly confin'd into this rock.

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 'wert best)
To answer other business. Shrug'ft thou, malice?
If thou neglect'ft, or doft unwillingly

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