For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did, They would not take her life: Is not this true? Ari. Ay, sir. Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, Ari. groans, Yes; Caliban, her son. Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in: thy groans Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts Of ever-angry bears: it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Could not again undo; it was mine art, When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape The pine, and let thee out. Ari. I thank thee, master. Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Ari. Pardon, master: I will be correspondent to command, Pro. I will discharge thee. Ari. Do so; and after two days That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea; Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible Mira. The strangeness of your story put Pro. Shake it off: come on; We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Mira. I do not love to look on. 'Tis a villain, sir, But, as 'tis, Pro. Cal. [within.] There's wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business Come forth, thou tortoise! when? [for thee; Re-enter ARIEL, like a Water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, [Exit. Ari. My lord, it shall be done, Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! [himself 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; urchins Cal. first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st give me Water with berries in 't; and teach me how 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 used thee, [thee Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodg'd 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. Abhorred slave! Pro. 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 gabbie like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known: But thy vile race, Though thou didst learn, had that in 't which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast 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, [Aside. Pro. So, slave; hence! Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing; Come unto these yellow sands, Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd, (The wild waves whist) Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Hark, hark! [Bur.] Bowgh, wowgh. The watch-dogs bark: [Bur.] Bowgh, wowgh. Hark, hark! I hear [Dispersedly. [Dispersedly. The strain of strutting chanticlere Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. Fer. Where should this musick be; i' the air, or the earth? It sounds no more; and sure it waits upon ARIEL sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; But doth suffer a sea-change [Burden, ding-dong. Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father: This is no mortal business, nor no sound Mira. Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses As we have, such; This gallant, which thou seest, A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, Mira. Pro. It goes on, I see, [Aside. As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee 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 maid, or no? Mira. But, certainly a maid. Fer. No wonder, sir; My language! heavens!I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken. Pro. How! the best? What wert thon, if the king of Naples heard thee? Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders |