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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, 24 there she's

hid : The mariners all under hatches stow'd ; Whom, with a charm join’d to their suffer'd

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 flote,25
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. 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 must give

me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd,
Which is not yet perform'd me.

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

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

I prithee,


34 The epithet here applied to the Bermudas will be best understood by those who have seen the chafing of the sea over the rugged rocks by which they are surrounded, and whicn renders access to them so difficult. It was then the current opinion that the Bermudas were inhabited by monsters and devils.

* i. e. wave, or the sea. Flot, Fr.

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

To bate me a full year.

Dost thou forget
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. 26

0! 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.
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with:

child, And here was left by the sailors : Thou, my slave,

20 The old English name of Algiers

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
Linprison'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 (Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with A human shape. Ari.

Yes ; Caliban her son. Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st 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 arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape The pine, and let thee out. Ari.

I thank thee, master. Pro. 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. Ari.

Pardon, master: I will be correspondent to command, And do my spriting gently. Pro.

Do so ; and after two days I wil discharge thee.

37 Behests, commands


That's my noble master! What shall I do ! say what : what shall I do? Pro. 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!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.

Shake it off: Come on :
We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never
Yields us kind answer.

'Tis a villain, sir,
I do not love to look on.

But, as ’tis,
We cannot miss 28 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.

Cal. [Within. There's wood enough within.
Pro. Come forth, I say : there's other business

for thee :
Come forth, thou tortoise ! when ? 29

Re-enter ARIEL, like a Water-nymph.
Fine apparition ! My quaint 30 Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.

My lord, it shall be done. [Ext Pro. Chou poisonous slave, got by the devil

23 i. e. we cannot do without him. The phrase is still common in the midland counties.

19 This is a common expression of impatience.
2 Quain: here means brisk, from the French cointe.

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 ! Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have

cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins 31 Shall, for that vast 3 of night that they may work, All exercise on thee : thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them. Cal.

I must eat my dinner This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak’st from me. When thou camest

first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st

give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and

fertile :

Urchins were fairies of a particular class. Hedgehogs were also called urchins; and it is probable that the sprites were so named, because they were of a mischievous kind, the urchin being anciently deemed a very noxious animal. In the phrase still current, “a little urchin," the idea of the fairy still remains.

32 So in Hamlet, Act i. sc. 2, “ in the dead vast and middle of the night;” meaning the silent void or vacancy of night, when spirits were anciently supposed to walk abroad on errands of love, or sport, or mischief.

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