But fresher than before and as thou bad'st me,
In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle :
The king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs,
In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,-
His arms in this sad knot.

Pro.
Of the king's ship,
The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd,
And all the rest o' the fleet?

Ari.
Safely in harbor
Is the king's ship; in the nook, where once
Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew
From the still vexed Bermoothes; there she's hid;
The mariners all under hatches stow'd;
Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labor,
I have left asleep; and for the rest o' the fleet,
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound sadly home for Naples;

Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
And his great person perish.

Pro.

Ariel, my charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: What is the time o' the day?

Ari.

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 performed me.

Pro.

What is 't thou canst demand?

Ari.

My liberty.
Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
Ari.
I pray thee
Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise
To bate me a full year.

Pro.
Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
No.

How now! moody?

Ari.
Pro. 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,

When it is bak'd with frost.

Ari.

I do not, sir.

Pro. 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.

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, For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible

To enter human hearing, from Argier

Thou know'st was banish'd, for one thing she did;
They would not take her life: Is not this true?

Ari.

Aye, sir.

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,
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 thy groans,
As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this island
(Save for the son which she did litter here,
A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honor'd with
A human shape.

Ari.

Yes; Caliban her son.

Pro. Dull thing, I say so,-he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
What torments 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.

Ari.

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.

Do so; and after two days

Pro.

I will discharge thee.

Ari

That's my noble master! What shall I do? say? what shall I do?

Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea;
Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible

To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in 't: hence with diligence.

(Exit Ariel.) Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well: Awake!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me.

But as 'tis,

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 tnee. 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.

Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

(Exit)

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,
All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made them.

Cali. I must eat my dinner! This island's mine, by Sycorax, my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st give me

When thou camest first,

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;
Cursed be I that did so! All the charms

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
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from 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 The honor of my child.

Cali. O ho, O ho! would it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans.

Pro.

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 hour
One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage,

Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble, like
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,
To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly

What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
Fill all thy bones with achès; make thee roar,
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

Cali.

No, 'pray thee!
I must obey his art is of such power, (Aside)
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,

And make a vassal of him

Pro.

So, slave; hence!

[Exit Caliban.

Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND

following him.

ARIEL'S SONG.

Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands;

Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd

(The wild waves whist)

Foot it featly here and there;

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Hark, hark!

Burthen. Bowgh, wowgh. (dispersedly)
The watch-dogs bark:

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting chanticlere
Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.

Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth?

It sounds no more ;-and sure it waits upon
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This music crept by me upon the waters;
Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
With its sweet air; thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather.-But 'tis gone :-
No, it begins again.

ARIEL sings.
Full fathom five thy father lies ;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes;
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into some rich thing and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell ;
Hark' now I hear them,-ding, dong, bell.
(Burthen, Ding-dong.)