Pro. Come forth, I fay; there's other bufinefs for thee. Come, thoa tortoife! when

«flsand Enter Ariel like a Water-nymph.

Fine apparition! my quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.

Ari. My Lord, it fhall be done.

[Exit.

Pro. Thou poifonous flave, got by the devil himself

Upon thy wicked dam; come forth.

so as basi !! Enter Caliban.

Cal. As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd
With raven's feather from unwholefome fen,
Drop on you both! a fouth-weft blow on ye,
And blifter you all o'er!

Pro. For this, be fure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
Side-stitches that fhall pen thy breath up; urchins
Shall, for that vaft of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee: thou fhall be pinch'd

As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more ftinging Than bees that made 'em.

Cal. I must eat my dinner."

This ifland's mine by Sycorax my mother,

Which thou tak'ft from me.

Thou

When thou camest firßt,

ftroak'dft me, and mad'ft much of me; would' give me

I

Water with berries in't; and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the lefs,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
And fhew'd thee all the qualities o' th' ifle,

The freth fprings, brine-pits; barren place, and fertile.
Curs'd be I, that I did fo! all the charms

Of Sycorax, toads, beetles. bats, light on you!
For I am all the fubjects that you have,

Who firft was mine own King and here you fly me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of th'ifland.

Pro. Thou moft lying flave,

Whom ftripes may move, not kindness; I have us'd thee (Filth as thou art) with human care, and lodg’d

In

In mine own cell, 'till thou didst seek to violate

Cal. Oh ho, oh ho!

I wou'd, it had been done

Thou didst prevent me, I had peopled elfe
This ifle with Calibans.

Pro. Abhorred flave; (10) ~

Which any print of goodness wilt not take,)
Being capable of all ill! I pity'd thee,

Took pains to make thee fpeak, taught thee each hour-
One thing or other. When thou didst not, favage,
Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like
A thing moft brutish, I endow'd thy purpofes
With words that made them known. But thy vile race-
(Tho' thou didst learn) had that in't, which good natures.
"Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deferv'dly confin'd into this rock,

Who hadit deferv'd more than a prifon.

Cal. You taught me language, and my profit on't Is, I know how to curfe: the red plague rid you, For learning me your language!

Pro. Hag-feed, hence!

Fetch us in fewel, and be quick (thou wer't best).
To answer other bufinefs. Shrug'ft thou, malice
If thou neglect'ft, or doft unwillingly

What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps
Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar,
That beats shall tremble at thy din.

Cal. No, 'pray thee.

I must obey; his art is of fuch pow'r,

(10) Mira. Abhorred flave;] In all the printed editions this Speech is given to Miranda: but I am perfuaded, the Author never defign'd it for her. In the first place, 'tis probable, Profpero taught Galiban to speak, rather than left that office to his daughter: in the next place, as Profpero was here rating Caliban, it would be a greatimpropriety for her to take the difcipline out of his hands; and, indeed, in fome fort, an indecency in her to reply to what Caliban aft was fpeaking of. Mr. Dryden, I obferve, in his alteration of this play, has judiciously placed this speech to Prospero. I can eafily guefs, that the change was first deriv'd from the Players, who not loving that any character fhould ftand too long filent on the stage, to obviate that inconvenience with regard to Miranda, clap'd this speech to her part.

I would controul my dam's god Setebos,

And make a vaffal of him.

Pro. So, flave, hence!

[Exit Caliban.

Enter Ferdinand; and Ariel invifible, playing and finging.

ARIEL's S. ON G.

Come unto thefe yellow fands,
And then take hands:

Curt'fied when you have, and kist
The wild waves whift;

Foot it featly here and there,

And, fweet fprites, the burden bear.

Burden, difperfedly..

Hark, hark, bough-wawgh: the watch-dogs bark,.
Bough-wawgh.

Ari. Hark, hark, I hear

The train of ftrutting chanticlere

Cry, cock-a-doodle-do.

Fer. Where fhould this mufick be, in air, or earth
It founds no more: and, fure, it waits upon
Some god o' th' ifland. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping against the King my father's wreck,
This mufick crept by me upon the waters;
Allaying both their fury and my paffion,
With its sweet air; thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather but 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.

Full fathom five thy father lies,
Of his bones are coral made:
Thofe are pearls, that were his eyes;
Nothing of him, that doth fade,
But doth fuffer a fea change,
Into fomething rich and ftrange.,
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell.

Hark, now I hear them, ding-dong, bell.

N

[Burden: ding-dong,

Fer

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father; This is no mortal bufinefs, nor no found

That the earth owns: I hear it now above me.

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eyes advance, And fay, what thou feeft yond,

Mira. What is't, a spirit?

Lord, how it looks about! believe me, Sir,
It carries a brave form. But 'tis a fpirit.

Pro. No wench, it eats, and fleeps, and hath fuch fenfes As we have, fuch. This gallant, which thou, feeft, Was in the wreck: and, but he's fomething flain'd With grief, (that's beauty's canker) thou might't call him A goodly perfon. He hath loft his fellows, And ftrays about to find 'em.

Mira. I might call him

A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever faw fo noble.

Pro. It goes on, I fee,

[Afide.

As my foul prompts it. Spirit, fine fpirit, I'll free thee Within two days for this.

Fer. Moft fure, the Goddess.

On whom thefe airs attend! vouchfafe, my pray'r
May know, if you remain upon this ifland,
And that you will fome good inftruction give,
How I may bear me here: my prime request.
(Which I do laft pronounce) is, O you wonder bel
If you be made or no?

Mira. No wonder, Sir, But certainly a maid.

Fer. My language! heav'ns!

I am the best of them that fpeak this fpeech,
Were I but where 'tis fpoken.

Pro. How the best?

What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee?
Fer. A fingle thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee fpeak of Naples. He does hear me ;
And, that he does, I wee: myfelf am Naples,
Who, with mine eyes (ne'er fince at ebb) beheld
The King my father wreck't.

Mira. Alack, for mercy!

Fer.

Fer. Yes, faith, and all his Lords: the Duke of Milan, And his brave fon, being twain. (11)

Pro. The Duke of Milan,

And his more braver daughter, could controul thee,
If now 'twere fit to do't;

-At the first fight,

They have chang'd eyes: (delicate Ariel,

I'll fet thee free for this.) A word, good Sir,
I fear, you've done yourself fome wrong: a word.-
Mira. Why fpeaks my father fo ungently? this
Is the third man, that I e'er faw; the first,
That e'er I figh'd for, Pity move my father
To be inclin'd my way!

Fer. O, if a virgin,

And your affection not gone forth, I'll make
The Queen of Naples.

Pro. Soft, Sir; one word more.

you

They're both in either's power: but this swift business
1 muft uneafy make, left too light winning

Make the prize light. Sir, one word more; Icharge thee,
That thou attend methou doft here ufurp

The name thou ow'ft not, and haft put thyself
Upon this island, as a fpy, to win it

From me, the Lord on't.

Fer. No, as l’in a man.

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in fuch a temple. If the ill fpirit have fo fair an house.

Good things will ftrive to dwell with't.

Pro. Follow me.

Speak not you for him: he's a traitor. Come,
l'il manacle thy neck and feet together;
Sea-water halt thou drink; thy food fhall be
The fresh-brook muffels, wither'd roots, and husks
Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow.,

Fer. No,

I will refist fuch entertainment, 'till

the Duke of Milan,

(11) And his brave fan, being twaen,] Here teems a flight forgetfulness in our Poet: No body was low in this wreck, as is 13anifeft from several paffages: and yet we have no fuch character introduc'd in the fable, as the Duke of Milan's fon.