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Alack, for pity!
I, not rememb’ring how I cry'd out then,
| Will cry it o'er again; it is a hint *,
That wrings mine eyes.

Hear a little further,
And then I'll bring thee to the present business
Which now's upon us; without the which, this story
Were most impertinent.

Wherefore did they not That hour destroy us? Pro.

( Well demanded, wench; My tale provokes that question. ) Dear, they durst

not; (So dear the love my people bore me) nor set A mark so bloody on the business; but With colours fairer painted their foul ends. In few, they hurried us aboard a bark; Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar’d A rotten carcase of a boat, not rigg'd, Nor tackle, sail, nor mast; the very rats Instinctively had quit it: there they hoist us, To cry to the sea that roar’d to us; to sigh To the winds, whose pity, sighing back again, Did us but loving wrong. Mira.

Alack ! what trouble Was I then to you ! Pro.

O! a cherubim Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst

.. smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck’dt the sea with drops full salt; Under my burden groan’d; which rais'd in me An undergoing stomach I, to bear up Against what should ensue. Mira.

How came we ashore ? Pro. By Providence divine. Some food we had, and some fresh water, that A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Suggestion. † Sprinkled. Stubborn resolution.

Out of his charity (who being then appointed
Master of this design) did give us; with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and necessaries,
Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentle-

Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
From my own library, with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.

'Would I might
· But ever see that man !

Now I arise :Sit still, and hear the last of our sea sorrow. Here in this island we arriv’d; and here Have I, thy school-master, made thee more profit Than other princes can, that have more time For vainer hours, and tutors not so careful. Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I

pray you, sir, , (For still 'tis beating in my mind), your reason . For raising this sea-storm? Pro.

Know thus far forth.By accident most strange, bountiful fortune, i 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 questions; Thou art inclin’d to sleep ; 'tis a good dulness, And give it way;-I know thou can'st not choose. :

[Miranda sleeps, Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; ' Approach, my Ariel ; come.

Enter Ariel.
Ari. All hail, great master ! grave sir, hail ! ] -

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

Ariel, and all his quality.
Pro. .

Hast thou, spirit, Perform’d to point * the tempest that I bade thee?

Ari. To every article. I boarded the king's ship ; now on the beak, Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flam'd amazement: sometimes, I'd divide, And burn in many places ; on the top-mast, The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly; Then meet, and join : Jove's lightnings, the pre

cursors O’ the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-outrunning were not : the fire, and : cracks Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves

tremble; Yea, his dread trident shake. Pro.

My brave spirit ! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coilt Would not infect his reason? Ari. ,

Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation : all, but mariners, Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, Then all a-fire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staring (then like reeds, not hair), Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty, And all the devils are here. Pro.

Why, that's my spirit. But was not this nigh shore ? Ari.

Close by, my master. Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Ari.

Not a hair perish'd ; On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before ; and, as thou bad'st me, In troops I have dispers’d them 'bout the isle : The king's son have I landed by himself; Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs, . The minutest article.

of Bustle, tumult.

In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot.

Of the king's ship,
The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos’d,
And all the rest o' the fleet?

Safely in harbour
Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call’dst me up at midnight, to fetch dew
From the still-vex'd Bermoothes*, there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stowed ;
Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet,
Which I dispers’d, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean-flotet,
Bound sadly home for Naples ;
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck’d,
And his great person perish.

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.

How now ? moody?
What is't thou can'st demand ?

My liberty.
Pro. Before the time be out ? no more.

I pray thee
Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge or grumblings : thou didst

promise To bate me a full year.

Dost thou forget


to Wave. VOL. I.



From what a torment I did free thee?..

Pro. Thou dost; and think'st
It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep;
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.

I do not, sir.
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing ! Hast thou

forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age, and envy, Was 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 sorceries 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 ?

Äri. Ay, sir.
Pro. This blue-ey'd bag was hither brought with

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 earthly and abhorr'd coinmands,
Refusing her grand hests t, 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 * Algiers.

of Commands.

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