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To run upon the fharp Wind of the North;
Ari. I do not, Sir.
Pro. Thou ly'ft, malignant thing! haft thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy. Was grown into a hoop? haft thou forgot her?
Ari. No, Sir.
Pro. Thou haft: where was she born? speak; tell
Ari. Sir, in Argier.
Pro. Oh, was the fo? I muft
Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
Thou know'ft, was banifh'd: for one thing fhe did,
Ari. Ay, Sir.
Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child,
And here was left by th' failors; thou my flave,
Save for the fon that she did litter here,
A freckled whelp, hag born, not honour'd with
Ari. Yes; Caliban her fon.
Pro. Dull thing, I fay fo: he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in fervice.. Thou best know'st,
Ari. I thank thee, master.
Pro. If thou more murmur'ft, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, 'till Thou'ft howl'd away twelve winters. Ari. Pardon, master.
I will be correspondent to command,
Pro. Do fo; and after two days
Ari. That's my noble master:
[Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou haft flept well; Awake
Mira. The ftrangeness of your story put 4 Heavinefs in me.
Pro. Shake it off: come on;
We'll visit Caliban, my flave, who never
Mira. 'Tis a villain, Sir, I do not love to look on. Pro. But, as 'tis,
4 The frangeness] Why should a wonderful Story produce Sleep? I believe Experience will prove that any violent Agitation of the
Mind easily fubfides in Slumber, efpecially when, as in Projpero's Relation, the lab Images are pleafing.
We cannot mifs him: he does make our fire,
Cal. [within.] There's wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I fay; there's other Business for thee.
Come, thou Tortoife! when?
Enter Ariel like a Water Nymph.
Fine apparition! my quaint Ariel,
Ari. My lord, it shall be done.
Pro. Thou poisonous flave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth.
5 Cal. As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholfom fen,
5 Cal, As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholfom fen,
Drop on you both.] Shakespear hath very artificially given the air of the antique to the language of Caliban, in order to heighten the grotesque of his character. As here he ufes wicked for unwholJome. So Sir John Maundevil, in his travels, p. 334. Edit. Lond. at alle tymes brennethe a Vefjelle of Christalle fulle of Bawme for to zeven gode fmalle and odour to the Emperour, and to voyden awey alle WYKKEDE Eyres and Corrupciouns. It was a tradition, it seems, that Lord
Falkland, Lord C. J. Vaughan, and Mr. Seldon, concurred in obferving, that Shakespear had not only found out a new character in his Caliban, but had alfo devifed and adapted a new manner of language for that character. What they meant by it, without doubt, was, that Shakespear gave his language a certain grotesque air of the Savage and Antique; which it certainly has. But Dr. Bentley took this, of a new language, literally; for speaking of a phrafe in Milton, which he fuppofed altogether abfurd and unmeaning, he fays, Satan had not the privilege as Caliban in Shakefpear, to use new phrase and diction unknown
Drop on you both! a fouth-weft blow on you,
Pro. For this be fure, to night thou fhalt 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 fhalt be pinch'd As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more ftinging Than bees that made 'em.
Cal. I muft eat my dinner.
This Ifland's mine by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak'ft from me. When thou cameft first, Thou ftroak'dft me, and mad'ft much of and would'st give me
Water with berries in't; and teach me how
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
unknown to all others--and again 10 practise distances is fill a Caliban ftile. Note on Milton's Paradife Loft, 1. 4. v. 945. But I know of no fuch Caliban file in Shakespear, that hath new phrase and diction unknown to all others.
fore their arrival, and could not have invented a language of his own without more understanding than Shakespear has thought it proper to bestow upon him. His diction is indeed fomewhat clouded by the gloominess of his temper and the malignity of his purposes; but let any other being entertain the fame thoughts, and he will find them eafily issue in the fame expreffions.
As wicked dew.] Wicked; having baneful qualities. So Spenfer fays wicked weed, fo, in oppofition, we fay herbs or medicines have virtues. Bacon mentions virtuous Bezoar, and Dryden virtuous herbs.
Whence these criticks derived the notion of a new language appropriated to Caliban I cannot find They certainly mistook brutality of fentiment for uncouthnefs of words. Caliban had learned to speak of Profpero and his daughter, he had no names for the fun and moon be
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
Pro. Thou moft lying flave,
Whom ftripes may move, not kindness; I have us❜d
(Filth as thou art) with humane care, and lodg'd thee
Cal. Oh ho, oh ho!I wou'd it had been done!
Pro. Abhorred flave; 6
Which any print of goodnefs will not take,