Mira. I should sin To think but nobly of my grandmother. Pro. Now the condition. This king of Naples, being an enemy Out of the dukedom; and confer fair Milan, The gates of Milan; and, i' the dead of darkness. Mira. 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 to't. Pro. Hear a little farther, And then I'll bring thee to the present business Mira. That hour destroy us? Pro. Wherefore did they not Well demanded, girl; 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 colors fairer painted their foul ends. Bore us some leagues to sea; where they prepar'd Mira. Was I then to you! Pro. Alack! what trouble O! a cherubim Thou wast, thou didst preserve me! Thou didst smile, Infused with a fortitude from heaven, When I have deck'd the sea with drops full salt; An undergoing stomach, to bear up Against what should ensue. Mira. Pro. By Providence divine. How came we ashore ? Some food we had, and some fresh water, that Out of his charity, (who being then appointed Which since have steaded much; so, of his gentleness, From my own library, with volumes that I prize above my dukedom. Mira. But ever see that man! Pro. 'Would I might Now I arise: Sit still, and hear the last of our sea-sorrow. Here in this island we arrived; and here Have I, thy schoolmaster, 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. A most auspicious star; whose influence If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes Will ever after droop.-Here cease more questions; Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Enter ARIEL. [MIRANDA sleeps. 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 Hast thou, spirit, Pro. I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary My brave spirit! Pro. Ari. Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd Some tricks of desperation: All, but mariners, Pro. But was not this nigh shore? Why, that's my spirit! Close by, my master. Pro. But are they, Ariel, safe? Not a hair perish'd, On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Pro. Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, And all the rest o' the fleet? Ari. Safely in harbor Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labor, Bound sadly home for Naples; Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: Ari. Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six and now, Must by us both be spent most preciously. * Bustle, tumult. † Wave. Ari. Is there more toil ?-Since thou dost give me pains, Pro. What is't thou can'st demand? Ari. How now ? moody? My liberty. I pray thee Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Pro. year. Dost thou forget Pro. Thou dost; and think'st Ari. 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, Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought, To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, 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, Yes; Caliban her son. Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Could not again undo; it was mine art, When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape Ari. Ari. Pardon, master: Do so; and after two days That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Pro. Go, make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea; Mira. The strangeness of your story put Pro. Shake it off; Come on; We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Yields us a kind answer. Mira. I do not love to look on. Pro. "Tis a villain, sir, But, as 'tis, We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Cal. [within.] There's wood enough within. [Exit ARIEL. Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for thee: Come forth, thou tortoise! when? Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear. Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, come forth! |