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But fresher than before and as thou bad'st me,
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd,
Ariel, my 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 performed me.
What is 't thou canst demand?
How now! moody?
It much to tread the ooze of the salt deep,
When it is bak'd with frost.
I do not, sir.
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
Ari. No, sir.
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;
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child,
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Into a cloven pine: within which rift,
A dozen years; within which space she died,
Yes; Caliban her son.
Pro. Dull thing, I say so,-he, that Caliban,
I thank thee, master.
Do so; and after two days
I will discharge thee.
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;
To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape,
(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,
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!
Ari. My lord, it shall be done.
Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
Cali. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd
Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
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;
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,
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.
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
Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble, like
Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.
Cali. You taught me language and my profit on't
Hag-seed, hence '
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best,
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
No, 'pray thee!
And make a vassal of him
So, slave; hence!
Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND
Come unto these yellow sands,
Courtsied when you have, and kiss'd
(The wild waves whist)
Foot it featly here and there;
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.
Burthen. Bowgh, wowgh. (dispersedly)
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticlere
Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth?
It sounds no more ;-and sure it waits upon