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Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
[Miranda sleeps. Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Approach, my Ariel ; come.
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! Į
To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,
Hast thou, spirit,
Ari. To every article.
O'the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
My brave spirit!
. The minutest article.
+ Bustle, tumult,
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-fre with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair up staring (then like reeds, pot 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;
Of the king's ship,
Safely in harbour
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
I pray thee
Must by us both be spent most preciously.
How now ? moody?
My liberty. Pro. Before the time be out? no more.
Ari. Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst pro.
Dost thou forget
I do dot, sir.
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?
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
Ari. Ay, sir.
groans, As fast as mill-wbeels strike : then was this island (Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckled whelp, bag-born), not honour'd with A human shape. Ari.
Yes; Caliban, her son. Pro Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom nov I keep in service. Thou best know'st Wbat torment I did find thee in : thy groans Did make wolves howl, and pepetrate the breasts of ever angry bears: it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Could not agaio 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.
Do so; and after two days
That's my noble master!
Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea ; Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.
[Erit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well ; Awake!
Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Shake it off: come on;
'Tis a villain, sir,
But, as 'tis,
Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within.
Re-enter Ariel, like a water nymph.
My lord, it shall be done. (Exit. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil him.
self Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
• Do without,