PROS. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast And do my spiriting gently.

PROS.

Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she Heaviness in me.
did
Shake it off. Come on;
They would not take her life. Is not this true? We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never
ARI. Ay, sir.
Yields us kind answer.
MIR.
"Tis a villain, sir,
I do not love to look on.
PROS.
But, as 'tis,
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We cannot miss58 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.

PROS. This blue-eyed56 hag was hither
brought with child,
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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

groans

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thy

PROS. 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,

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!

PROS. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt
have cramps,

290 Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchinsco

When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape Shall, for that vast of night that they may The pine, and let thee out.

work,

Pardon, master:

58 do without

59 dainty

Go goblins

61 that waste and void

of night wherein

When thou camest | Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best, To answers other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?

Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Which62 first was mine own king: and here Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing;

Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble Some god o' th' island. Sitting on a bank, like

Though thou didst learn, had that in't which Or it hath drawn me rather. But 'tis gone.

ARI. Hark! now I hear them,-Ding-dong, bell.

FER. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan

FER. The ditty does remember my drown'd And his brave son being twain.
father.
PROS.

This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes:72-I hear it now above me.
PROS. The fringed curtains of thine eye
advance,73

And say what thou seest yond.
MIR.

Lord, how it looks about!

[Aside] The Duke of Milan And his more braver daughter could control77 thee,

If now 'twere fit to do it. At the first sight 440
They have changed eyes.
Delicate Ariel,

I'll set thee free for this. [To FER.] A word,
good sir;

What is 't? a spirit? Believe me, sir, 410 I It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit. PROS. No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses As we have, such. seest

fear you have done yourself some wrong:78 a word.

MIR. Why speaks my father so ungently?

This

This gallant which thou Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father Was in the wreck; and, but he's something To be inclined my way! stain 'd FER. With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou And your affection not gone forth, I'll make mightst call him

A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,
And strays about to find 'em.

MIR.

O, if a virgin,

you
The queen of Naples.
PROS.

Soft, sir! one word more.

I might call him [Aside] They are both in either's powers: but

FER. A single thing, as I am now, that I will resist such entertainment till wonders

To hear thee speak of Naples.76 He does hear
me;

And that he does I weep: myself am Naples,
Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld
The king my father wreck 'd.
MIR.

71 commemorate

72 OWDS

73 raise

74 fine

Alack, for mercy!

Mine enemy has more power.

No;

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

MIR.
Make not too rash a trial of him, for
He's gentle, and not fearful.81
PROS.

What!

I say,

and harmless (or possibly, highspirited and not afraid)

no such character

76 See note 38.

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ANT. He could not miss 't.5 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.

SEB. I think he will carry this island home in his pocket, and give it his son for an apple. ANT. And, sowing the kernels of it in the

ADR. The air breathes upon us here most sea, bring forth more islands. sweetly.

SEB. As if it had lungs, and rotten ones.

GON. Ay.

ANT. Why, in good time.

GON. Sir, we were talking that our garments

GON. Here is everything advantageous to seem now as fresh as when we were at Tunis life. at the marriage of your daughter, who is now

SEB. Ay, or very falsely pocket up his | FRAN. report.

GON. 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.

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Sir, he may live:
I saw him beat the surges under him,
And ride upon their backs; he trod the water,
Whose enmity he flung aside, and breasted
The surge most swoln that met him; his bold
head

SEB. "Twas a sweet marriage, and we pros- 'Bove the contentious waves he kept, and oar'd per well in our return. Himself with his good arms in lusty stroke

ADR. Tunis was never graced before with To the shore, that o'er his13 wave-worn basis such a paragon to9 their queen.

GON. Not since widow Dido's time.

bow'd, As stooping to relieve him: I not doubt ANT. Widow! a pox o' that! How came He came alive to land: that widow in? widow Dido!

No, no, he's gone.

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ALON.
SEB. Sir, you may thank yourself for this
great loss,

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,
Who14 hath cause to wet the grief on 't.15