Come away, servant, come. I am ready now. Enter Ariel. Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come Pros. On the curl'd clouds, to thy strong bidding task Hast thou, spirit, Pros. Ari. 190 I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, My brave spirit! Not a soul 210 Pros. Ari. Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty, Why, that's my spirit But was not this nigh shore? Close by, my master. Not a hair perish'd; Pros. But are they, Ariel, safe? Pros. Ari. Pros. On their sustaining garments not a blemish, In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle. The king's son have I landed by himself; Of the king's ship, The mariners, say how thou hast disposed, Safely in harbour Bound sadly home for Naples ; Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work. 220 230 Ari. Past the mid season. Pros. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now Must by us both be spent most preciously. 241 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. Pros. What is 't thou canst demand? How now ? moody? Ari. My liberty. I prithee, Ari. Pros. Ari. Remember I have done thee worthy service; Dost thou forget No. 250 Pros. Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze Ari. Of the salt deep, To run upon the sharp wind of the north, I do not, sir. Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier. 260 Pros. O, was she so? I must Once in a month recount what thou hast been, Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did They would not take her life. Is not this true? Ari. Ay, sir. Pros. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child, Ari. A dozen years; within which space she died, 279 And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island- A freckled whelp hag-born-not honour'd with A human shape. Yes, Caliban her son. Pros. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Thou best know'st Whom now I keep in service. Could not again undo: it was mine art, 290 Ari. When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape The pine, and let thee out. I thank thee, master. That 's my noble master! 300 What shall I do? say what; what shall I do? Pros. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject To no sight but thine and mine; invisible To every eyeball else. Go take this shape, And hither come in 't go, hence with diligence! [Exit Ariel. Mir. Pros. Mir. Pros. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake! The strangeness of your story_put Shake it off. Come on; Heaviness in me. We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never 'Tis a villain, sir, But, as 'tis, I do not love to look on. We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban! 310 |