Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst

Pro. 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.

Ari.

I do not, sir.

Pro. 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?

Ari. No, sir.

Pro.

Thou hast: where was she born?

speak; tell me.

Ari. Sir, in Argier.1
Pro.

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?

Algiers.

Ari. Ay, sir.

Pro. 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,1 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 honor'd with
A human shape.

Ari.

Yes; Caliban her son.

Pro. 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.

1 Commands.

SHAK.

I.

B

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.
Ari.

I will be correspondent to command,

And do my sprighting 1 gently.

Pro.

I will discharge thee.
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 a nymph o' the sea;

be subject

To no sight but thine and mine; invisible

To every eye-ball 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!

Mir. The strangeness of your story put

Heaviness in me.

Pro.

Shake it off: Come on;

We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never

Yields us kind answer.

Mir.

'Tis a villain, sir,

I do not love to look on.
Pro.

But, as 'tis,

We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices

My office of a spirit. • Do without.