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To run upon the sharp wind of the north;
To do me business in the veins o' the earth,
When it is bak'd with frost.

Ari. I do not, fir.
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age,

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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 forceries 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, fir.
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child,
And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my Nave,
As thou report'st thyself, wast 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 that she did litter here,
A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with

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A human shape.

Ari. Yes; Caliban her son..

Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,
Whòm 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 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.

Ari. Pardon, master:
I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spriting gently.

Pro. Do so; and after two days
I will discharge thee.

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

Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea;
Be subject to no fight but mine; invisible
To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in't: hence, with diligence. [Exit Ariel.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast Nept 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.

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Mira. 'Tis a villain, fir,
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 in offices
That profit us.

What, ho! 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 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.

[Exit. Pro. Thou poisonous flave, 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 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.

Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak’st from me. When thou camest first, Thou strok’st me, and mad'st much of me; would'stgive nie Water with berries in't ; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, VOL. I.

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That burn by day and night ; and then I lov'd thee,
And shew'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 fty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the island.

Pro. Thou most lying flave,
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 honour of my child.

CAL. O ho, O ho!'wou'd it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled clse 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 didît not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known : But thy vile race, Though thou didît learn, had that in't which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore waft thou Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Who hadît 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 !

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Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, th' wert best,
To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice ?
If thou neglectft, or doft unwillingly
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps ;
Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar,
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

Cal. 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 ; FERDI.

NAND following him.

ARIEL's Song
Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take bands :
Court fied when you have, and kiss'd,

(The wild waves whift)
Foot it featly here and there į
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear..

Hark, hark !
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

[dispersedly.
The watch-dogs bark :
Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

[dispersedly.
Hark, bark! I bear
The strain of frutting chanticlere

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.
Fer. Where should this musick be? i'theair,orthe earth?
It sounds no more:-and fure, it waits upon

Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This musick crept by me upon the waters;
Allaying both their fury, and my passion,

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