And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and

cracks

Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Nep

tune

Seem to besiege and make, his bold waves tremble,

Yea, his dread trident shake.
Pros.
My brave spirit!
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason?

Ari.
Not a sou
But felt a fever of the mad and play'd
Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the
vessel,

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Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand,

With hair up-staring,-then like reeds, not hair,

Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty,

And all the devils are here.'
Pros.
Why, that's my spirit!
But was not this nigh shore ?
Ari.
Close by, my master.
Pros. But are they, Ariel, safe?
Ari.
Not a hair perish'd;
On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou badest
me,

In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.
The king's son have I landed by himself; 221
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
In an odd angle of the isle and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot.

Pros.
Of the king's ship
The mariners say how thou hast disposed
And all the rest o' the fleet.
Ari.

Safely in harbor

Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where

once

Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid:

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The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd
labor,

I have left asleep; and for the rest o' the fleet
Which I dispersed, they all have met again
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound sadly home for Naples,

Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd

And his great person perish.

Pros. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd but there's more work. What is the time o' the day?

Ari. Past the mid season. Pros. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now 240

Must by us both be spent most preciously. Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,

Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,

Which is not yet perform'd me.

They would not take her life. Is not this true? Ari. Ay, sir.

Pros. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child

And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,

As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant;

And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests, 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
A dozen years; within which space she died
And left thee there; where thou didst vent
thy groans
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As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this
island-

Save for the son that she did litter here,
A freckled whelp hag-born-not honor'd with
A human shape.

Ari.

Yes, Caliban her son. Pros. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban Whom now I keep in service. Thou best

know'st

All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging

Than bees that made 'em.

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Cul. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,

Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give me

Water with berries in't, and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night and then I loved
thee

And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile :

Cursed be I that did so! All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have, 341
Which first was mine own king and here you
sty me

In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from

For learning me your language!

Pros.
Hag-seed, hence !
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best,
To answer other business. Shrug'st thou,
malice?

If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly
What I command, I'll rack thee with old

cramps,

I will resist such entertainment till Mine enemy has more power.

Mir.

No;

[Draws, and is charmed from moving.
O dear father,

Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle and not fearful.
Pros.
What? I say,
My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;
Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy
conscience
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Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward,
For I can here disarm thee with this stick
And make thy weapon drop.

Mir.
Beseech you, father.
Pros. Hence! hang not on my garments.
Mir.

I'll be his surety. Pros.

Sir, have pity;

Silence one word more.

SCENE I. Another part of the island.

Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GGN-
ZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.
Gon. Beseech you, sir, be merry; you have
cause,

So have we all, of joy; for our escape
Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe
Is common; every day some sailor's wife,
The masters of some merchant and the mer-

Gon. Sir,

Seb. One: tell.

[offer'd,

Gon. When every grief is entertain'd that's Comes to the entertainer

Seb. A dollar.

Gon. Dolour comes to him, indeed: you have spoken truer than you purposed. 20 Seb. You have taken it wiselier than I meant you should.

Gon. Therefore, my lord,

Ant. Fie, what a spendthrift is he of his

tongue!

Alon. I prithee, spare.

Gon. Well, I have done : but yet,-
Seb. He will be talking.

Ant. Which, of he or Adrian, for a good wager, first begins to crow?

Seb. The old cock. Ant. The cockerel.

Seb.

Done. The wager?

Ant. A laughter.

Seb. A match!

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Adr. Though this island seem to be desert,

Seb. Ha, ha, ha! So, you're paid.

Adr. Uninhabitable and almost inacces

sible,-

Seb. Yet,

Adr. Yet,

Adr. It must needs be of subtle, tender and delicate temperance.

Ant. Temperance was a delicate wench. Seb. Ay, and a subtle; as he most learnedly delivered.

Adr. The air breathes upon us here most sweetly.

totally.

Gon. But the rarity of it is,--which is indeed almost beyond credit,

Seb. As many vouched rarities are.

Gon. That our garments, being, as they were, drenched in the sea, hold notwithstanding their freshness and glosses, being rather new-dyed than stained with salt water.

Ant. If but one of his pockets could speak, would it not say he lies? [port.

Seb. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his reGon. Methinks our garments are now as fresh as when we put them on first in Afric, at the marriage of the king's fair daughter Claribel to the King of Tunis. 71 Seb. 'Twas a sweet marriage, and we prosper well in our return.

Adr. Tunis was never graced before with such a paragon to their queen.

Ant. Why, in good time.

Gon. Sir, we were talking that our garments seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis at the marriage of your daughter, who is now queen.

Ant. And the rarest that e'er came there. Seb. Bate, I beseech you, widow Dido. 100 Ant. O, widow Dido! ay, widow Dido. Gon. Is not, sir, my doublet as fresh as the first day I wore it? I mean, in a sort.

Ant. That sort was well fished for. Gon. When I wore it at your daughter's marriage?

Alon. You cram these words into mine ears against

That would not bless our Europe with your daughter,

But rather lose her to an African;
Where she at least is banish'd from your eye,
Who hath cause to wet the grief on't.
Alon.

Prithee, peace.

Seb. You were kneel'd to and importuned otherwise

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By all of us, and the fair soul herself
Weigh'd between loathness and obedience, at
Which end o' the beam should bow. We have

lost your son,

I fear, for ever: Milan and Naples have
More widows in them of this business' making
Than we bring men to comfort them:
The fault's your own.

Alon.

So is the dear'st o' the loss. Gon. My lord Sebastian,

The truth you speak doth lack some gentle

ness

And time to speak it in: you rub the sore, When you should bring the plaster.

Seb. Very well. Ant. And most chirurgeonly. 140 Gon. It is foul weather in us all, good sir, When you are cloudy.

Seb.

Foul weather?

Ant.

Very foul.

Gon. Had I plantation of this isle, my lord,

Ant. He'ld sow't with nettle-seed.
Seb.
Or docks, or mallows.
Gon. And were the king on't, what would
I do?

Seb. 'Scape being drunk for want of wine. Gon. I' the commonwealth I would by con traries

Execute all things; for no kind of traffic Would I admit; no name of magistrate; Letters should not be known; riches, poverty, And use of service, none; contract, succession, Bourn, bound of land, tilth, vineyard, none; No use of metal, corn, or wine, or oil;