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Of the salt deep,
I do not, sir.
envy Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
Ari. No, sir.
Thou hast. Where was she born ?
O, was she so? I must
Ari. Ay, sir.
261. Argier, Algiers.
specific ground of mercy was 266. for one thing she did. is as irrelevant as the specific What this one thing was has ground of condemnation, and excited much needless specula- may have entered as little into tion. The only object of the Shakespeare's mind. narrative was to account for Sycorax's arrival in the island ; 269. blue - eved, (probably) she was banished for her crimes with blue or livid eyelids, then and spared death in considera- a reputed sign of pregnancy tion of some service ; what the (Wright).
By help of her more potent ministers
Yes, Caliban her son.
I thank thee, master.
Do so, and after two days
That's my noble master !
be subject To no sight but thine and mine, invisible
Tu every eyeball else. Go take this shape
[Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!
Mir. The strangeness of your story put
Shake it off. Come on;
'Tis a villain, sir,
But, as ’tis,
Cal. [Within] There 's wood enough within.
ness for thee : Come, thou tortoise ! when ?
Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph.
My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pros. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil
himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
of impatience. 316. when an exclamation 317. quaint, dainty.
And blister you all o'er!
Pros. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
I must eat my
dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou takest from me. When thou camest
wouldst give me
thee And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and
Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have
used thee, Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee
326. urchins, hobgoblins. 333. strokedst and madest,
327. for that vast of night, Ff strok'st and made. for that desolate period of night 334. berries, perhaps coffee, in which they were permitted to already known by report as an work.
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
Cal. O ho, O ho! would 't had been done !
like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known. But thy vile
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit
Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you
351-62. Assigned by Ff to were currently classified accordMiranda. It was restored to ing to the colour of the sores Prospero by Theobald.
they produced, 'red,' 358. race, hereditary nature, yellow,' and 'black.' strain.
364. rid, destroy. 364. red plague. Plagues 369. old, intense, 'rare.'