Which I dispersed, they all have met again; Bound sadly home for Naples; Supposing that they saw the king's ship wracked, Pros. Ariel, thy charge Past the mid season: Exactly is performed; but there's more work : Ari. Pros. 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 promised, Which is not yet performed me. Pros. What is't thou can'st demand? Ari. How now ? moody? My liberty. I pray thee Pros. Before the time be out? no more.2 Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Pros. Dost thou forget No. From what a torment I did free thee? Ari. Pros. Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze Of the salt deep: To run upon the sharp wind of the north; To do me business in the veins of the earth, Ari. I do not, sir. Pros. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? Ari. No, sir. Pros. speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier.3 Pros. Thou hast: Where was she born? O, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Thou know'st, was banished: Is not this true? Pros. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought, To act her earthy and abhorred commands, A dozen years; within which space she died, And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans, 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 honoured with A human shape. Ari. Yes; Caliban her son. Thou best know'st Pros. Dull thing, I say so, he, that Caliban, What torment I did find thee in: thy groans When I arrived, and heard thee, that made gape Ari. I thank thee, master. Pros. If thou more murmurest, I will rend an oak, I will be correspondent to command, Pros. I will discharge thee. Ari. Pardon, master: Do so; and after two days That's my noble master 1 What shall I do? say what: what shall I do? 1 A crack or chink: - from "to rive." Pros. Go, make thyself like a nymph o' the sea; [Exit ARIEL Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake! Miran. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me. Pros. We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Yields us kind answer. Miran. I do not love to look on. Pros. Shake it off: Come on; 'Tis a villain, sir, But, as 'tis, We cannot miss him1: he does make our fire, That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban! Cal. [within.] There's wood enough within. Pros. Come forth, I say; there's other business for thee: Come, thou tortoise! when? 2 Re-enter ARIEL, like a Water-Nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear. Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pros. Thou poisonous slave, come forth! Enter CALIBAN. Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed And blister ye all over. Pros. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins3 Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, As thick as honey-comb, each pinch more stinging Cal. 1 Do without him. 2 An expression of impatience. I must eat my dinner. 3 Hedgehogs. 4 Space. 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 loved thee, 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 Pros. Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness: abhorred slave; Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour With words that made them known: But thy vile race', Deservedly confined into this rock, Who had'st deserved more than a prison. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Pros. To answer other business. Shrugg'st thou, malice? What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Cal. I must obey his art is of such power, Pros. 1 Natural disposition. No, pray thee! So, slave; hence! [Aside. [Exit CALIBAN. 2 Kill, destroy. Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following him. ARIEL'S Song. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there And, sweet sprites, the burden bear, &c. &c. Ferd. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth? It sounds no more:- and sure it waits upon ARIEL sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. Ferd. The ditty does remember1 my drowned father: This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes 2:-I hear it now above me. Pros. The fringèd curtains of thine eye advance And say, what thou seest yond'. Miran. What is't? a spirit? Pros. No, wench; it eats, and sleeps, and has such senses As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, Was in the wrack; and but he's something stained With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call him 1 Remind me of. 2 Owns. |