(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, A most auspicious star; whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes 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; Enter ARIEL. Ariel. 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 Ariel, and all his quality. Pro. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? I boarded the King's ship; now on the beak, cursors O' the dreadful thunder-clips, more momentary And sight-out-running 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 coil Ariel. 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! On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Pro. Of the King's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, Ariel. 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 stow'd, Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet, Supposing that they saw the King's ship wreck'd, Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: Ariel, Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses: The time 'twixt six and now, Must by us both be spent most preciously. Ariel. 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? Ariel. My liberty. Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Remember, I have done thee worthy service; To bate me a full year. Pro. Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee? Ariel. No. Pro. Thou dost; and think'st It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; To do me business in the veins o' the earth, Ariel. 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? Ariel. No, Sir. Pro. Thou hast: Where was she born? speak; tell me. Ariel. Sir, in Argier. Pro. O, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, Into a cloven pine; within which rift A dozen years; within which space she died, groans, As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this is land, (Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with A human shape. Ariel. 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 Ariel. I thank thee, Master. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till I will be correspondent to command, Pro. Do so; and after two days I will discharge thee. Ariel. That's my noble Master! What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Mir. The strangeness of your story put Pro. Shake it off: Come on; We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never |