And give it way;-I know thou canst not choose. [Miranda sleeps. Come away, servant, come: I am ready now; Enter ARIEL. 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 Ariel, and all his quality.1 Pro. Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee? 2 I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak, cursors O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary And sight-out-running were not: The fire, and cracks Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake. 1 All his confederates; all who are cf the same profession. The part between the quarter-deck and the forecastle. Pro. My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil! Ari. 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 a-fire 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.' On their sustaining garments not a blemish, Pro. Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast disposed, And all the rest o' the fleet? Bustle, tumult. Not a sou! but felt such a fever as madmen feel, when the frantic fit is on them. • Folded. Ari. Safely in harbor 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,1 there she's hid; The mariners all under hatches stow'd; Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labor, I have left asleep and for the rest o' the fleet, : Which I dispersed, they all have met again; Bound sadly home for Naples; Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, And his great person perish. Pro. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work: What is the time o' the day? Ari. Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six and now, Must by us both be spent most preciously. Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promised, Pro. How now ? moody? My liberty. What is 't thou canst demand? Ari. Pro. Before the time be out? no more. I pray thee Ari. |