My brave spirit! Who was so firm,so constant,that this coil Would not infect his reason? ARIEL Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad and play'd Some tricks of desperation.All but mariners Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel, Then all afire with me:the king's son,Ferdinand, With hair up-staring,--then like reeds,not hair,-- Was the first man that leap'd;cried,'Hell is empty And all the devils are here.' PROSPERO Why that's my spirit! But was not this nigh shore? ARIEL Close by,my master. PROSPERO But are they,Ariel,safe? ARIEL Not a hair perish'd; On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before:and,as thou badest me, In troops I have dispersed them'bout the isle. The king's son have I landed by himself; Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs In an odd angle of the isle and sitting, His arms in this sad knot. PROSPERO Of the king's ship The mariners say how thou hast disposed And all the rest o'the fleet. ARIEL 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,there she's hid: The mariners all under hatches stow'd; Who,with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, I have left asleep;and for the rest o'the fleet Which I dispersed,they all have met again And are upon the Mediterranean flote, Bound sadly home for Naples
My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Would not infect his reason? ARIEL Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad and play'd Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel, Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staring,--then like reeds, not hair,-- Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty And all the devils are here.' PROSPERO Why that's my spirit! But was not this nigh shore? ARIEL Close by, my master. PROSPERO But are they, Ariel, safe? ARIEL Not a hair perish'd; On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me, In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle. The king's son have I landed by himself; Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs In an odd angle of the isle and sitting, His arms in this sad knot. PROSPERO Of the king's ship The mariners say how thou hast disposed And all the rest o' the fleet. ARIEL 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, there she's hid: The mariners all under hatches stow'd; Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, I have left asleep; and for the rest o' the fleet Which I dispersed, they all have met again And are upon the Mediterranean flote, Bound sadly home for Naples
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd And his great person perish. PROSPERO Ariel,thy charge Exactly is perform'd:but there's more work. What is the time o'the day? ARIEL Past the mid season. PROSPERO At least two glasses.The time 'twixt six and now Must by us both be spent most preciously. ARIEL Is there more toil?Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promised, Which is not yet perform'd me. PROSPERO How now?moody? What is't thou canst demand? ARIEL My liberty. PROSPERO Before the time be out?no more! ARIEL I prithee, Remember I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies,made thee no mistakings,served Without or grudge or grumblings:thou didst promise To bate me a full year. PROSPERO Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee? ARIEL No. PROSPERO 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 baked with frost. ARIEL I do not,sir. PROSPERO
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd And his great person perish. PROSPERO Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work. What is the time o' the day? ARIEL Past the mid season. PROSPERO At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now Must by us both be spent most preciously. ARIEL Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promised, Which is not yet perform'd me. PROSPERO How now? moody? What is't thou canst demand? ARIEL My liberty. PROSPERO Before the time be out? no more! ARIEL I prithee, Remember I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise To bate me a full year. PROSPERO Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee? ARIEL No. PROSPERO 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 baked with frost. ARIEL I do not, sir. PROSPERO
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? ARIEL No,sir. PROSPERO Thou hast.Where was she born?speak;tell me. ARIEL Sir,in Argier. PROSPERO 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? ARIEL Ay,sir. PROSPERO This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child And here was left by the sailors.Thou,my slave, 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 Imprison'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. ARIEL Yes,Caliban her son. PROSPERO 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
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? ARIEL No, sir. PROSPERO Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me. ARIEL Sir, in Argier. PROSPERO 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 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? ARIEL Ay, sir. PROSPERO This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, 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 Imprison'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. ARIEL Yes, Caliban her son. PROSPERO 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 arrived and heard thee,that made gape The pine and let thee out. ARIEL I thank thee,master. PROSPERO 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. ARIEL Pardon,master; I will be correspondent to command And do my spiriting gently. PROSPERO Do so,and after two days I will discharge thee. ARIEL That's my noble master! What shall I do?say what;what shall I do? PROSPERO 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! MIRANDA The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me. PROSPERO Shake it off.Come on; We'll visit Caliban my slave,who never Yields us kind answer. MIRANDA 'Tis a villain,sir, I do not love to look on. PROSPERO But,as 'tis, We cannot miss him:he does make our fire, Fetch in our wood and serves in offices
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Could not again undo: it was mine art, When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape The pine and let thee out. ARIEL I thank thee, master. PROSPERO 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. ARIEL Pardon, master; I will be correspondent to command And do my spiriting gently. PROSPERO Do so, and after two days I will discharge thee. ARIEL That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what; what shall I do? PROSPERO 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! MIRANDA The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me. PROSPERO Shake it off. Come on; We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never Yields us kind answer. MIRANDA 'Tis a villain, sir, I do not love to look on. PROSPERO But, as 'tis, We cannot miss 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. CALIBAN [Within]There's wood enough within. PROSPERO Come forth,I say!there's other business for thee: Come,thou tortoise!when? Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph Fine apparition!My quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear. ARIEL My lord it shall be done. Exit PROSPERO Thou poisonous slave,got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam,come forth! Enter CALIBAN CALIBAN 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! PROSPERO For this,be sure,to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up;urchins Shall,for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee;thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb,each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em. CALIBAN I must eat my dinner. This island's mine,by Sycorax my mother, Which thou takest from me.When thou camest first, Thou strokedst me and madest much of me,wouldst 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 loved thee And show'd thee all the qualities o'the isle, The fresh springs,brine-pits,barren place and fertile:
That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban! Thou earth, thou! speak. CALIBAN [Within] There's wood enough within. PROSPERO Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee: Come, thou tortoise! when? Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear. ARIEL My lord it shall be done. Exit PROSPERO Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Enter CALIBAN CALIBAN 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! PROSPERO For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em. CALIBAN I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first, Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst 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 loved thee And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile: