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Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.
Approach, my Ariel, come.

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
Ariel and all his quality.

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 flamed amazement: sometime I 'ld divide,
And burn in many places; on the topmast,
The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly, 200
Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors
O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
And sight out-running were not: the fire and cracks
Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
Seem to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.

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


Not a soul
But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd
Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
Plunged in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel,
Then all afire 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.'

Why, that's my spirit

But was not this nigh shore?

Close by, my master.

Not a hair perish'd;

Pros. But are they, Ariel, safe?





On their sustaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me,
In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.
The king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
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 disposed,
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 stow'd;

Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet,


Which I dispersed, they all have met again,

And are upon the Mediterranean flote,

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?




Past the mid season.

Pros. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now Must by us both be spent most preciously.

241 Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promised, Which is not yet perform'd me.


What is't thou canst demand?

How now ? moody?

Pros. Before the time be out? no more!

My liberty.

I prithee,




Remember I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise
To bate me a full year.

Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?



Pros. 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 baked with frost.

I do not, sir.
Pros. 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.

Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me.

Ari. Sir, in Argier.



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? Ari. Ay, sir.

Pros. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child,
And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, 270
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


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
A human shape.

Yes, Caliban her son.

Pros. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,

Thou best know'st

Whom now I keep in service.
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 arrived and heard thee, that made gape

The pine, and let thee out.

I thank thee, master.
Pros. 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.




Pardon, master:

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

I will discharge thee.

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That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what; what shall I do? Pros. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject To no sight but thine and mine; invisible To every eyeball else. Go take this shape,





And hither come in 't: go, hence with diligence !

[Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!

The strangeness of your story put

Shake it off. Come on;

Heaviness in me.

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

'Tis a villain, sir,

But, as 'tis,

I do not love to look on.

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.


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