Gor. The king and printe at prayers! let us No, not fo much perdition as an hairy

ailift them,

For our cafe is as theirs.

Seb. I am out of patience.

Ant. We're merely cheated of our lives by

drunkards.

This wide-chopp'd rascal;-Would, thou might'st

lie drowning,

The washing of ten tides!

Gon. He'll be hanged yet;

Though every drop of water swear against it,
And gape at wid'st to glut him.

[A confused noise within.)
We fplit! we fplit!

Mercy on us!

Farewell my wife and

children! Farewell, brother! We split, we

[Exit.

Betid to any creature in the vessel

Which thou heard'st cry, which thou saw'st sink.

Sit down;

For thou must now know further.

Mira. You have often

Begun to tell me what I am; but stopp'd,
And left me to a bootless inquifition;
Concluding, Stay, not yet.-

Pro. The hour's now come;

The very minute bids thee ope thine ear;
Obey, and be attentive. Canft thou remember
A time before we came unto this cell ?
I do not think, thou canft; for then thou wast not
Out 7 three years old.

Mira. Certainly, fir, I can.

Pro. By what? by any other house, or perfon?

[Exit. Of any thing the image tell me, that
Hath kept with thy remembrance.

Gon. Now would I give a thousand furlongs of fea for an acre of barren ground; 3 long heath, brown furze, any thing: The wills above be done, but I would fain die a dry death! [Exit. SCENE 11.

The inchanted island: before the cell of Profpero.
Enter Profpero and Miranda.

Mira. If by your art, my dearest father, you
have

Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them:
The sky, it feems, would pour down ftinking pitch,
But that the fea, mounting to the welkin's cheek,
Dathes the fire out. O, I have fuffer'd

With those that I faw fuffer! a brave vessel,

Who had, no doubt, fome noble creatures in her,
Dafh'd all to pieces. O, the cry did knock
Against my very heart! Poor fouls! they perifh'd.
Had I been any god of power, I would
Have funk the fea within the earth, or ere 4

It should the good fhip fo have fwallow'd, and
The freighting fouls within her.

What foul play had we, that we came from thence?

Or bleffed was 't, we did?

Pro. Both, both, my girl:

By foul play, as thou say'st, were we heav'd thence,

But bleffedly holp hither.

Mira. O, my heart bleeds

To think o' the teen & that I have turn'd you to,
Which is from my remembrance! Please you

further.

Pro. My brother, and thy uncle, call'd An-
thonio,-

I pray thee mark me, that a brother should
Be so perfidious!-he whom, next thyself,
Of all the world I lov'd, and to him put
The manage of my ftate; as, at that time,
Through all the figniories it was the firft,
And Profpero the prime duke; being so reputed
In dignity, and, for the liberal arts,
Without a parallel; those being all my study,
The government I caft upon my brother,

The direful spectacle of the wreck, which touch'd And to my state grew stranger, being tranfported,

The very virtue of compaffion in thee,
I have with fuch provifion in mine art

So fafely ordered, that there is no foul

And wrapp'd in fecret studies. Thy falfe uncle
Doft thou attend me ?

Mira. Sir, most heedfully.

Before. 5 i, e. a very
Pro.

2 Swallow. 3 Perhaps it should be ling, heath, &c.

Abfolutely.

poor cell. 6 Mingle.

7 Quite.

Sorrow, grief, trouble.

Thou wast, that did preserve me! Thou didst smile,

Infused with a fortitude from heaven,

When I have 5 deck'd the sea with drops full falt;
Under my burden groan'd; which rais'd in me
An undergoing stomach 6, to bear up
Against what should ensue.

Mira. How came we ashore?

Pro. By Providence divine.

Some food we had, and fome fresh water, that
A noble Neapolitan, Gonzalo,

Out of his charity, who being then appointed
Mafter of this design, did give us; with
Rich garments, linens, stuffs, and neceffaries,
Which fince have steaded much; so, of his gentleness,
Knowing I lov'd my books, he furnish'd me,
From my own library, with volumes that
I prize above my dukedom.

Sit ftill, and hear the last of our fea-forrow.
Here in this ifsland we arriv'd; and here

Have I, thy schoolmaster, made thee more profit
Than other princes can, that have more time
For vainer hours, and tutors not fo careful. [you, fir,

Mira. Heavens thank you for't! And now, I pray
(For still 'tis beating in my mind) your reafon
For raising this fea-storm?

Pro. Know thus far forth.
By accident most strange, bountiful fortune,
Now my dear lady, hath mine enemies
Brought to this shore: and by my prescience
I find my zenith doth depend upon

A most aufpicious star; whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions;
Thou art inclin'd to fleep; 'tis a good dulness,
And give it way:-I know, thou canft not choose-

To trash, Warburton says, is to cut away the fuperfluities. 2 Thirsty. 3 Otherwife than. • Suggestion. Covered. i. e. a stubborn refolution,

Come away, fervant, come: I am ready now;

Approach, my Ariel, come.

Enter Ariel.

What is the time o' the day?

Ari, Paft the mid feafon.

Pro. At least two glafles: the time'twixt fix and now,

Ari, All hail, great mafter! grave fir, hail! I come Muft by us both be fpent most precioufly.

To answer thy best pleasure; be't to fly,

To fwim, to dive into the fire, to ride

On the curl'd clouds; to thy itrong bidding, tafk

Ariel, and all his quality.

Pro. Haft thou, spirit,

Perform'd to point the tempeft that I bade thee?
Ari. To every article.

I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
Now in the waste, the deck, in every cabin,
I flam'd amazement: Sometimes, I'd divide,
And burn in many places; on the top-maft,
The yards, and bolt-sprit, would I flame diftinctly,
Then meet, and join: Jove's lightnings, the precur-

fors

O'the dreadful thunder-clap, more momentary
And fight-out-running were not: The fire, and cracks
Of fulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune
Seem'd to befiege, and make his bold waves tremble,
Yea, his dread trident shake.

Pro. My brave fpirit!..

Who was fo firm, fo conftant, that this coil
Would not infect his reason?

Avi. Not a foul

But felt a fever of the mad, and play'd

Some tricks of defperation: All, but mariners,
Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vellel,
Then all a-fire with me: the king's fon, Ferdinand,
With hair upstarting (then like reeds, not hair)
Was the first man that leap'd; cried, Hell is empty,
And all the devils are bere.

Pro. Why, that's my fpirit!

But was not this nigh fhore?
Ari. Close by, my mafter.
Pro, But are they, Ariel, fafe?

Ari. Not a hair perith'd;

On their fuftaining garments not a blemish,
But fresher than before: and, as thou bad'it me,
In troops I have difpers'd them 'bout the ifle:
The king's fon have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with fighs,
In an odd angle of the ifle, and fitting,
His arms in this fad knot.

Pro. Of the king's thip,

The mariners, fay how thou haft difpos'd,

And all the reft o' the fleet?

Ari Safely in harbour

Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once
Thou call'dit me up at midnight to fetcii dew

Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou doft give me pains,

Let me remember thee what thou haft promis'd,

Which is not yet perform'd me.

From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there the's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd;

Whom, with a charm join'd to their fuffer'd labour,
1 have left afleep and for the reft o' the fleet,
Which I difpers'd, they all have met again;
And are upon the Mediterranean flote 3,
Bound fadly home for Naples;

Suppofing that they faw the king's ship wreck'd,
And his great perfon perifh.

Pro. Ariel, thy charge

Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work:

Pro. How now, moody?

What is 't thou canst demand?

Ari. My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? No more.
Ari. I pray thee:

Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made thee.no mittakings, ferv'd
Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didit promife
To bate me a full year.

Pro. Doft thou forget

From what a torment I did free thee?,
Ari. No.

Pro. Thou doft; and think'it it much to tread the ooze

Of the falt deep;

To run upon the sharp wind of the north;
To do me business in the veins o' the eartin,
When it is bak'd with froft.

Ari. 1 do not, fir.

Pro. Thou ly'it, malignant thing! Haft thou forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy,
Was grown into a hoop? haft thou forgot her?
Ari. No, fir.

Pro. Thou hast: Where was the born? fpeak; tell me.
Ari. Sir, in Argier 4.

Pro. Oh, was the fo? I must,

Once in a month, recount what thou haft been,
Which thou forgett'ft. This damn'd witch, Sycorax,
For mifchiefs manifold, and forceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,

Thou know'it, was banith'd; for one thing the did,
They would not take her life: Is not this true?

Pro. This blue-ey'dhag was hither brought with
And here was left by the failors: Thou, my flave,
As thou report'ft thyfelf, watt then her fervant:
And, for thou watt a fpirit too delicate

To act her earthy and abhorn'd commands,
Refufing her grand hetts, the did confine thee,
By help of her more potent minifters,
And in her moft unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprifon'd, thou didtt painfully remain
A dozen years; within which space the died,
And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans,
As fast as mill-wheels strike: Then was this ifland
(Save for the fon that the did litter here,

A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with
A human thape.

Ari. Yes; Caliban her fon.

Pro. Dull thing, I fay fo; he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in fervice. Thou bett know'ft
What torment I did find thee in: thy groans
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breafts
Of ever-angry bears'; it was a torment
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not again undo; it was mine art,

Performed to the minutest article. 2 Bermudas. 3 Floce is wave. A Algiers.

Whea

The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and fertiles
Curs'd be I, that I did fo!-All the charms

Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!

Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, For I am all the subjects that you have,

Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I fay; there's other business for Fetch us in fewel, and be quick; thou wert beft, Come, thou tortoife! when?

[thee: To anfwer other bufinefs. Shrug'st thou, malice
If thou neglect'st, or doft unwillingly
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps:
Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar,

[Exit. That beafts shall tremble at thy din.

Cal. No, pray thee!

I must obey; his art is of fuch power,
It would controul my dam's god Setebos,
And make a vatfal of him.

Pro. So, flave; hence!

2 Perhaps put here for fairies.

4 Race, in this place, feems to fignify original difpofition, inborn qualities. • We learn from Magellan's voyage, that Setebos was

B3

Vouchsafe, my Mine enemy has more power.

To owe, fignifies here, as in many other places of our author's plays, to own. 2 Confute thee.