Enter ARIEL. Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds; to thy strong bidding, task Hast thou, spirit, Pro. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, Pro. Would not infect his reason? Ari. Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners, Pro. Why, that's my spirit! But was not this nigh shore? Close by, my master. Not a hair perish'd; Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Pro. Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast disposed, Ari. : Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Pro. Ariel, thy 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 perform'd me. Pro. What is't thou can'st demand? Ari. How now? moody? My liberty. I pray thee Pro. Before the time be out? No more! Pro. Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee? Ari. Pro. Thou dost; and think'st No. It much to dread the ooze of the salt deep; I do not, sir. Ari. Ari. No, sir. Pro. [tell me. Thou hast: Where was she born? speak; Ari. Sir, in Argier. Pro. Oh, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, To enter human hearing, from Argier, Thou know'st, was banished; for one thing she did, Ari. Ay, sir. Pro. This blear-eyed hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, 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, A dozen years; within which space she died, And left thee there; where thou did'st 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 Ari. Yes; Caliban her son. Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape Ari. Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. 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 sight 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 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 Mira. I do not love to look on. Pro. 'Tis a villain, sir, But, as 'tis, We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, 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. 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 raven's feather from unwholesome fen, Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er. [Exit. Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Cal. Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, [me Water with berries in't; and teach me how The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile; Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me The rest of the island. Pro. Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have used thee, Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodged thee In mine own cell, till thou did'st seek to violate The honour of my child. Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done! Thou did'st prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Abhorred slave; Pro. Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known: But thy vile race, Though thou did'st learn, had that in't which good natures Could not abide to be with: therefore wast thou Deservedly confined into this rock, Who had'st deserved more than a prison. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Pro. What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Cal. No, pray thee! [Aside. I must obey: his art is of such power, Pro. So, slave; hence! [Exit CALIBAN. |