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Prospero.

Know thus far forth. -
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore; and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon

A most auspicious star, whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop. Here cease more ques-
tions.

Thou art inclin'd to sleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way: I know thou canst not.
choose.-
[Miranda sleeps.
Come away, servant, come! I am ready now.
Approach, my Ariel: come!

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But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd

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And his great person perish.
Prospero.
Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work.
Ariel, thy charge
What is the time o' the day?

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At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now

Must by us both be spent most preciously.

Artel.

Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, [mis'd, Let me remember thee what thou hast proWhich is not yet perform'd me.

Prospero.

How now! moody? What is't thou canst demand? Ariel.

My liberty.

Prospero.
Before the time be out? no more.
Ariel.

I prithee Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, serv'd [promise Without or grudge, or grumblings. Thou didst To bate me a full year.

Some tricks of desperation. All, but mariners, From what a torment I did free thee?

Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdi-

nand,

Prospero.

Dost thou forget

No. Prospero.

Ariel.

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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

[island

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

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Ariel.

I thank thee, master. Prospero.

We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Yields us kind answer.

Miranda.

'Tis a villain, sir,

I do not love to look on.

Prospero.

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.

Caliban.

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Enter Caliban. Caliban.

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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!

Prospero.

For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, [urchins Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey-comb, each pinch more Than bees that made 'em. [stinging

first,

Caliban.

I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorar my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest [would'st give me Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, Pardon, master: That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd

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.

Ariel.

I will be correspondent to command, And do my spriting gently.

thee,

And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isie,

The

The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile.

Cursed be I that did so ! All the charms
Of Sycorar, 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 o' th' island.

Prospero Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness, I have us'd thee, [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.

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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 something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Burden: ding-dong.
Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell.
Ferdinand.

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.
Prospero.

The fringed curtains of thine eye advance And say, what thou seest yond'.

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ACT II. Sc. I.

And that he does I weep: myself am Naples;
Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld
The king, my father, wreck'd.

Prospero.

Hence! hang not on my garments.
Miranda.

Miranda.
Alack, for mercy! I'll be his surety.
Ferdinand.
Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan,
And his brave son, being twain.

thee,

Prospero.

The duke of Milan,
And his more braver daughter, could control
[Aside.
At the first sight
They have chang'd eyes:-delicate Ariel,
I'll set thee free for this!-

If now 'twere fit to do't.

[To him.

A word, good sir;

I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word.

Miranda.

Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first That e'er I sigh'd for. Pity move my father To be inclin'd my way!

Ferdinand.

O! if a virgin,

Prospero.

Sir, have pity:

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Silence! one word more [What!
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee.
[he
An advocate for an impostor? hush!
Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as
To the most of men this is a Caliban,
Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!
And they to him are angels..

Miranda.

My affections
Are then most humble: I have no ambition
To see a goodlier man.

Prospero.
[To Ferdinand.
Come on; obey:

Thy nerves are in their infancy again,
And have no vigour in them.

Ferdinand.

So they are:
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.
My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,

And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats,

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To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid: all corners else o' th' earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I in such a prison.

Prospero.

It works. Come on.Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-Follow me.[To Ferdinand and Miranda. [To Ariel. Hark, what thou else shalt do me. Miranda.

Be of comfort.

My father's of a better nature, sir,
Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted,
Which now came from him.

Prospero.

Thou shalt be as free
As mountain winds; but then, exactly do
All points of my command.

Ariel.
To the syllable.
Prospero.

Come, follow.-Speak not for him. [Exeunt.

ACT II.

SCENE I. Another Part of the Island.
Enter Alonso, Sebastian, Antoni, Gonzalo,
Adrian, Francis, and Others.
Gonzalo.

BESEECH you, sir, be merry: you have cause

(So have we all) of joy, for our escape
Is much beyond our loss. Our hint of woe
Is common: every day, some sailor's wife,
The masters of some merchant, and the merchant,
Have just our theme of woe; but for the miracle,
I mean our preservation, few in millions
Can speak like us: then, wisely, good sir, weigh
Our sorrow with our comfort.

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