A most auspicious star: whose influence, Will ever after droop :-here cease more questions; Come away, servants, come; I am ready now; Enter ARIEL. (Miranda sleeps.) Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure: be 't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, But felt a fever of the mind, and play'd Some tricks of desperation; all, but mariners, Is the king's ship; in the nook, where once Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labor, Bound sadly home for Naples ; Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six and now, 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 promis'd, Which is not yet performed me. Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise Pro. Dost thou forget Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot Pro. Thou hast where was she born? speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier. Pro. O, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, To enter human hearing, from Argier Thou know'st was banish'd, for one thing she did; Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, As thou report'st thyself, was then her servant : And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, A dozen years; within which space she died, And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans, A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honor'd with Pro. Dull thing, I say so,-he, that Caliban, Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. What shall I do? say? what shall I do? Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea; To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape, (Exit Ariel.) Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well: Mira. The strangeness of your story put We cannot miss him; he does make our fire, Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban ! Thou earth thou! speak. Cali. (within.)-There's wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I say: there's other business for thee: Come forth, thou tortoise! when? Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! my quaint Ariel! Hark in thine ear. Ari. My lord, it shall be done. (Exit.) Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Enter CALIBAN. Cali. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er! Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Cali. I must eat my dinner! This island's mine, by Sycorax, my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st 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 lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, 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, Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me The rest of the island. Pro. Thou most lying slave, 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 seek to violate Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage, A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known: but thy vile race, Though thou didst learn, had that in 't which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. Cali. You taught me language; and my profit on 't Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid you, For learning me your language! Pro. Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, |