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The king's son have I landed by himself;
Ari. Safely in harbour 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: The mariners all under hatches stowed; Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet,
Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: What is the time o' the day?
Past the mid season. 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 perform'd me.
How now ? moody?
What is't thou canst demand?
My liberty. Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Ari. pray Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst pro
To bate me a full year.
Pro. Thou dost; and think'st
It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep;
I do not, sir. Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age, and
Thou hast: where was she born?
They would not take her life. Is not this true?
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child,
And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
As fast as mill-wheels strike: then was this island
Yes; Caliban, her son. Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. 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.
I thank thee, master. 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. Ari. Pardon, master: I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently. Pro.
Do so; and after two days
I will discharge thee.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Exit Ariel. Awake!
Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me.
Shake it off: come on; .
I do not love to look on.
'Tis a villain, sir,
But, as 'tis,
Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within.
Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph,
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
Cal. 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?
I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax, my mother,
(1) Do without.
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
Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms
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 The honour of my child.
Cal. O ho, Oho!-'would it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans.
Abhorred slave; 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
One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,
Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou