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Once in a Month recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forgetft. This damn'd Witch Sycorax
For Mischiefs manifold, and Sorceries too terrible
To enter human Hearing, from Argier

Thou know'ft was banish'd: For one thing she did
They would not take her Life. Is not this true?
Ari, Ay, Sir.

Pro. This blue-ey'd Hag was hither brought with Child, And here was left by th' Sailors; thou my Slave,

As thou report'ft thy felf, waft then her Servant.
And, for thou waft a Spirit too delicate

To act her earthly and abhor'd Commands,
Refufing her grand Hefts, fhe did confine thee,
By help of her more potent Minifters,
And in her moft unmittigable Rage,
Into a cloven Pyne; within which Rift
Imprifon'd, thou didst painfully remain

A dozen Years; within which Space the dy'd,
And left thee there: Where thou didft vent thy Groans
As faft as Mill Wheels ftrike. Then was this Island
(Save for the Son that he did litter here

A frekel'd Whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with
A human Shape.

Ari. Yes; Caliban her Son.

Pro. Dull Thing, I fay fo: 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 Breafts
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 Pyne, and let thee out.

Ari. I thank thee, Master.

Pro. If thou more murmur'ft, I will rend an Oak And peg thee in his knotty Entrails, 'till

Thou haft howl'd away twelve Winters.

Ari. Pardon, Mafter.

I will be correfpondent to Command,
And do my Spriting gently.

Pro. Do fo: And after two Days
I will discharge thee.

Ari,

Ari. That's my noble Master:

What fhall I do? Say what? What shall I do?

Pro. Go make thy felf like to a Nymph o' th' Sea.
Be fubject to no Sight but thine, and mine: Invisible
To every Eye-ball elfe. Go take this Shape,
And hither come in't: Go, hence

With Diligence.

[Exit.

Pro. Awake, dear Heart awake, thou haft slept well, Awake.

Mira. The Strangeness of your Story put Heavinefs in me.

Pro. Shake it off: Come on,

We'll vifit Caliban, my Slave, who never
Yields us kind Answer.

Mira. 'Tis a Villain, Sir, I do not love to look on,
Pro. But as 'tis

We cannot mifs him: He does make our Fire,

Fetch in our Wood, and ferves Offices

That profit us.

What hoa! Slave! Caliban!

Thou Earth thou! fpeak.

Cal. (within.) There's Wood enough within.

Pro. Come forth, I fay, there's other Bufinefs for thee: Come thou Tortoys, when?

Enter Ariel like a Water-Nymph.

Fine Apparition; My quaint Ariel,

Heark in thine Ear.

Ari. My Lord, it shall be done.

[Exit.

Pro. Thou poifonous Slave, got by the Devil himself

Upon thy wicked Dam; come forth.

Enter Caliban.

Cal. As wicked Dew, as e'er my Mother brush'd With Ravens Feather from unwholfome Fen,

Drop on you both: A South-weft blow on ye,

And blifter you all o'er.

Pro. For this, be fure, to Night thou fhalt have Cramps,
Side-ftitches, that fhall pet thy Breath up, Urchins
Shall for that waste of Night, that they may work
All Exercise on thee: Thou shalt be pinch'd

As thick as Hony-comb, each Pinch more ftinging
Than Bees that made 'em.

Cal. I muft eat my Dinner;

This Ifland's mine by Sycorax my Mother,

Which thou tak'ft from me.

When thou cameft first

Thou ftroak'dft me, and mad'ft much of me; Would'st give me Water with Berries in't; and teach me how

To name the bigger Light, and how the lefs,

That burn by Day and Night: And then I lov'd thee,
And fhewed thee all the Qualities o' the Isle,

The fresh Springs, Brine-pits; barren Place and fertile.
Curs'd be I that I did fo! All the Charms

Of Sycorax; Toads, Beetles, Bats light on you!
For I am all the Subjects that you have,

Which firft was mine own King: And here you fty me
In this hard Rock, whiles you do keep from me
The reft of the Island.

Pro. Thou moft lying Slave,

Whom Stripes may move, not Kindnefs; I have us'd thee (Filth as thou art) with human Care, and lodg'd

In mine own Cell, 'till thou didst feek to violate

The Honour of my Child.

Cal. Oh ho, oh ho, would't had been done!
Thou didst prevent me, I had peopl❜d elfe
This Ifle with Calibans.

Mira, Abhorred Slave,

Which any Print of Goodnefs 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,
Know thy own Meaning; but wouldst gabble, like
A thing moft bruitifh, I endow'd thy Purposes
With Words that made them known. But thy vile Race.
(Tho' thou didst learn) had that in't, which good Natures
Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou

Deservedly confin'd into this Rock, who hadft

Deferv'd more than a Prifon.

Cal. You taught me Language, and my Profit on't Is, I know how to curfe: The Red-plague rid you For learning me your Language.

Pro. Hag-feed, hence!

Fetch us in Fewel, and be quick, thou wer't best
To answer other Bufinefs: Shrug'ft thou, Malice?
If thou neglect'ft, or doft unwillingly

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What I command, I'll rack thee with old Cramps,
Fill all thy Bones with Aches, make thee roar,
The Beafts fhall tremble at thy din.

Cal. No, 'pray thee.

I muft obey, his Art is of fuch Pow'r,
It would controul my Dam's God Setebos,

And make a Vaffal of him.

Pro, So Slave, hence.

[Exit Caliban.

Enter Ferdinand, and Ariel invisible, playing and finging.

ARIEL'S SONG.

Come unto thefe yellow Sands,
And then take Hands :

Curt'fied when you have, and kist,
The wild Waves whift;

Foot it featly here and there, and Sweet Sprights hear

The Burthen.

[Burthen difperfedly.

Hark, bark, bough-wawgh: The Watch-Dogs bark,

Bough-wawgh.

Ari. Hark, bark, I hear the Strain of ftrutting Chanticlere,
Cry Cock-adoodle-do.

Fer. Where fhould this Mufick be? I'th' Air, crth' Earth?
It founds no more: And fure it waits upon
Some God o' th' Ifland, fitting on a Bank,
Weeping against the King my Father's Wrack.
This Mufick crept by me upon the Waters,
Allaying doth their Fury, and my Paffion
With its fweet Air: Thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather; but 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.

ARIEL'S SONG.

"

Full Fathom five thy Father lyes,
Of his Bones are Coral made:
Thofe are Pearls that were his Eyes,
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth fuffer a Sea-change,
Into fomething rich, and strange.
Sea-Nymphs hourly ring his Knell.

[Burthen: Ding-dong.

Hark now I hear them, ding-dong Bell.

Fer.

Fer. The Ditty does remember my drown'd Father; This is no mortal Bufinefs, nor no Sound

That the Earth owes: I hear it now above me.

Pro. The fringed Curtains of thine Eye advance, And fay what thou fee'ft yond.

Mira. What is't, a Spirit?

Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, Sir,

It carries a brave Form. But 'tis a Spirit.

Pro. No Wench, it eats, and fleeps, and hath fuch Senfes As we have; fuch. This Gallant which thou feeft

Was in the Wreck: And but he's fomething ftain'd
With Grief (that's Beauty's Canker) thou might'st call him
A goodly Perfon. He hath loft his Fellows,

And ftrays about to find 'em.

Mira. I might call him

A thing divine, for nothing natural

I ever faw fo noble.

Pro. It goes on, I fee,

As my Soul prompts it: Spirit, fine Spirit, I'll free thee
Within two Days for this.

Fer. Moft fure the Goddess

On whom these Ayres attend. Vouchsafe my Pray'r
May know, if you remain upon this Island,
And that you will fome good Inftruction give
How I may bear me here: My prime Request
(Which I do laft pronounce) is, O you Wonder,
you be made, or no?

If

Mira. No Wonder, Sir,

But certainly a Maid.

Fer, My Language! Heav'ns!

I am the best of them that fpeak this Speech,
Were I but where 'tis fpoken.

Pro. How? the beft?

What wer't thou if the King of Naples heard thee?
Fer. A fingle thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;
And that he does, I weep: My felf am Naples,
Who, with mine Eyes (never fince at Ebb) beheld
The King my Father wrackt.

Mira. Alack, for Mercy.

Fer. Yes faith, and all his Lords, the Duke of Millan

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