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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, 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; urchins 1
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.

Cal.

I must eat my dinner.

1 Hedge-hogs, which were reckoned among the animals used by witches as their familiar spirits.

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

first,

Thou strokedst me, and madest much of me; wouldst 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 loved

thee,

And show'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,

Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodged

thee

In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate

The honor 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 wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known.

race,

But thy vile

Though thou didst learn, had that in 't which good

natures

Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
Deservedly confined into this rock,

Who hadst deserved more than a prison.

Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on 't Is, I know how to curse: The red plague rid1 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.

:

[aside.

No, 'pray thee!— I must obey his art is of such power, It would control my dam's god, Setebos,2 And make a vassal of him.

Pro.

So, slave; hence!

[Exit Caliban.

1 Destroy. 2 Setebos was supreme god of the Patagonians.

Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing;

FERDINAND following him.

[blocks in formation]

or

Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting chanticlere

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.

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

the earth?

it waits upon

It sounds no more :-and sure,
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wreck,
This music 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,

1 The wild waves being silent.

But doth suffer a sea-change

Into something rich and strange.

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell :

[BUR. 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

That the earth owes : 1-I hear it now above me. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say, what thou seest yond'.

Mir.

Lord, how it looks about!

What is 't? a spirit?

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 mightst
call him

A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,
And strays about to find them.

Mir.

A thing divine; for nothing natural

I might call him

It goes on, I see,

[aside.

I ever saw so noble.

Pro.

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

free thee

Within two days for this.

Fer.

Most sure, the goddess

1 Owns.

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