Once in a Month recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forgetst. This damn'd Witch Sycorax
For Mischiefs manifold, and Sorceries too 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. Ay, Sir.

Pro. This blue-ey'd Hag was hither brought with Child, And here was left byth Sailors; thou my Slave, As thou report'st thy self, wast then her Servant. And, for thou wast a Spirit too delicate To act her carthy and abhor'd Commands, Refusing her grand Hests, she did confine thee, By help of her more potent Minifters, And in her most unmittigable Rage, Into a cloven Pyne; within which Rift Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain A dozen Years; within which Space the dy'd, 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 frekel'd Whelp, hag-born) not honour'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 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,
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'st, I will rend an Oak

And peg thee in his knotty Entrails, 'till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve Winters.

Ari. Pardon, Master.
I will be correspondent to Command,
And do my Spriting gently.

Pro. Do fo: And after two Days

I will discharge thee.

Ari.

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

Ari. That's my noble Master:

Pro. Go make thy self like to a Nymph o'th' Sea.

Be subject to no Sight but thine, and mine: Invisible
To every Eye-ball else. Go take this Shape,

With Diligence.

[Exit.

And hither come in't: Go, hence

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

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

Pro. Shake it off: Come on,

We'll visit 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 miss him: He does make our Fire,
Fetch in our Wood, and serves Offices

That profit us. What hoa! Slave! Caliban!
Thou Earth thou! speak.

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

Pro. Come forth, I say, there's other Business 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 poisonous 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 unwholsome Fen,
Drop on you both: A South-west blow on ye,
And blifter 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 waste of Night, that they may work
All Exercise on thee: Thou shalt be pinch'd.
As thick as Hony-comb, each Pinch more stinging
Than Bees that made 'em.

Cal. I must eat my Dinner;

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This Island's mine by Sycorax my Mother,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first
Thou stroak'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 lov'd thee,
And shewed 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 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
In mine own Cell, 'till thou didst seek 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 else
This Ifle with Calibans.

Mira. 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 bruitish, 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 wast thou
Deservedly confin'd into this Rock, who hadst
Deserv'd more than a Prison.

Cal. 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-feed, hence!

Fetch us in Fewel, and be quick, thou wer't best
To answer other Business: Shrug'st thou, Malice?
If thou neglect'st, or dost 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 Beatts shall tremble at thy din.

Cal. No, 'pray thee.

I must obey, his Art is of such Pow'r,
It would control my Dam's God Setebos,
And make a Vassal of him.

Pro. So Slave, hence.

[Exit Calibann.

Enter Ferdinand, and Ariel invisible, playing and finging.

ARIEL'S SONG.

Come unto these yellow Sands,

And then take Hands:

Curt'fied when you have, and kist,

The wild Waves whift;

Foot it featly here and there, and fiweet Sprights bear
The Burthen.

[Burthen dispersedly.

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

Bough-wawgh.

Ari. Hark, hark, I hear the Strain of strutting Chanticlere,

Cry Cock-adoodle-do

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

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ARIEL's SONG.

Full Fathom five thy Father lyes
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 something rich, and strange.

Sea-Nymphs hourly ring his Knell.

[Burthen: Ding-dong.

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Hark now I hear them, ding-dong Bell.

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Fer. The Ditty does remember my drown'd Father;

This is no mortal Business, nor no Sound

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

Pro. The fringed Curtains of thine Eye advance,

And say what thou see'st yond.

Mira. What is't, a Spirit?

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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 such Senfes

As we have; fuch. This Gallant which thou seest
Was in the Wreck: And but he's something stain'd
With Grief (that's Beauty's Canker) thou might'st call him
A goodly Person. He hath lost his Fellows,

And strays about to find 'em.

Mira. I might call him

A thing divine, for nothing natural
I ever saw so 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. Most sure the Goddefs

On whom these Ayres attend. Vouchsafe my Pray'r

May know, if you remain upon this Island,
And that you will fome good Instruction give
How I may bear me here: My prime Request
(Which I do last pronounce) is, O you Wonder,

If you be made, or no?

Mira. No Wonder, Sir,

But certainly a Maid.

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Fer. My Language! Heav'ns!
I am the best of them that speak this Speech,

Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Pro. How? the best?

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 self am Naples, Who, with mine Eyes (never since at Ebb) beheld

The King my Father wrackt.

Mira. Alack, for Mercy.

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

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