Mira.

I do not love to look on.
Pro.

'Tis a villain, sir,

But, as 'tis,

We cannot miss 4 him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices

That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban!

Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. [within.] There's wood enough within.

Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business

for thee:

Come forth, thou tortoise! when?

Re-enter ARIEL, like a Water-nymph.

Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,

Hark in thine ear.

Ari.

My lord, it shall be done. [Exit.

Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil

himself

Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

Enter CALIBAN.

Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er!

Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have

cramps,

Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins5
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made them.

I must eat my dinner.

1

This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest

first,

Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me;

would'st give me

Water with berries in't; and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
And shew'd thee all the qualities o'the isle,
The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and

fertile;

Cursed be I that did so! - All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,

Which first was mine own king: and here you sty

me

In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the island.

Pro.

Thou most lying slave,

Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have

us'd thee,

Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd

thee

In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honour of my child.

Cal. O ho, O ho! -'Would it had been done!
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.

Pro.

Abhorred slave; Which any print of goodness will not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,

Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each

hour

One thing or other; when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes

With words that made them known: But thy vile

race,

Though thou did'st learn, had that in't which good

natures

Could not abide to be with; therefore was thou
Deservedly confin'd into this rock,
Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison.

Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse: the red plague rid you, For learning me your language!

Pro.

Hag-seed, hence !

Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best,
To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps;
Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar,
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

Cal. No, 'pray thee!

I must obey: his art is of such power,
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.

Pro.

[Aside.

So, slave; hence !

[Exit CALIBAN.

Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following him.

ARIEL'S Song.

Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:

Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,

(The wild waves whist7)

Foot it featly here and there;

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

Fer. Where should this musick be? i'the air, or

the earth?

It sounds no more; and sure it waits upon
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This musick crept by me upon the waters;
Allaying both their fury, and my passion,
With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather: - But 'tis gone.
No, it begins again.

ARIEL Sings.

Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,

But doth suffer a sea-change
Into some rich thing and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:
Hark! now I hear them, -ding-dong, bell.

[Burden, ding-dong.

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd fa

ther:

This is no mortal business, nor no sound

That the earth owess: - I hear it now above me.

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,

And say, what thou seest yond'.

What is't? a spirit?

Mira.
Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,
It carries a brave form: - But 'tis a spirit.

Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath

such senses

As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st

call him

A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,

And strays about to find them.

Mira.

A thing divine; for nothing natural

I ever saw so noble.

Pro.

It goes on,

free thee

I might call him

[Aside.

As my soul prompts it: - Spirit, fine spirit! I'll

Within two days for this.

Fer.

Most sure, the goddess

On whom these airs attend! - Vouchsafe, my

prayer

May know, if you remain upon this island;

And that you will some good instruction give,
How I may bear me here; My prime request,
Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!

If you be made, or no?

Mira.

No wonder, sir;

But, certainly a maid.
Fer.

My language! heavens!

Pro.

I am the best of them that speak this speech,

Were I but where 'tis spoken.

What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders

How! the best?