The Tempest Page #2

bountiful fortune now my dear lady, hath

mine enemies brought to this shore

Here cease more questions

Thou art inclined to sleep

'Tis a good dulness, and give it way

I know thou canst not choose

Come away, servant, come

I am ready now

Approach, my Ariel, come

All hail, great master!

Grave dame, 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

Hast thou, spirit, perform'd, to point,

the tempest that I bade thee?

To every article

I boarded the King's ship

Now on the beak, now in the

waist, the deck, in every cabin

I flamed amazement; sometime I'd

divide and burn in many places

the fire and cracks of sulphurous roaring

the most mighty Neptune

seem to besiege

and make his bold waves tremble

yea, his dread trident shake

Hi ho!

My brave spirit!

Who was so firm, so constant, that

this coil would not infect his reason?

Not a soul but felt a fever of the mad

and play'd some tricks of desperation

The king's son Ferdinand, with hair

up-staring was the first man that leap'd

cried; Hell is empty

and all the devils here!

Why that's my spirit!

But was not this nigh shore?

- Close by, my master

- But are they, Ariel, safe?

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

Of the King's ship, the mariners,

say how thou hast disposed

Safely in harbour is the King's ship

in the deep nook, there she's hid

the mariners all under hatches stow'd,

who, with a charm, I have left asleep

Ariel, thy charge exactly is perform'd

but there's more work

What is the time o' the day?

- Past the mid season

- At least two glasses

The time 'twixt six and now must by

us both be spent most preciously

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

How now? Moody?

What is't thou canst demand?

My liberty

Before the time be out? No more!

I prithee, remember

I have done thee worthy service

thou didst promise to bate me a full year

Dost thou forget from what

a torment I did free thee?

- No

- Thou dost

- I do not, ma'am

- Thou liest, malignant thing!

Hast thou forgot the foul witch Sycorax

hast thou forgot her?

- No, ma'am

- Thou hast

Where was she born? Speak! Tell me

Ma'am, in Algiers

O, was she so?

I must once in a month recount what

thou hast been, which thou forget'st

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