Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain A dozen within which years; space she died, And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans, A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with Ari. 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 Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Ari. I will be correspondent to command, And do my spriting gently. Pro. I will discharge thee. Ari. Pardon, master : 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 To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, [Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake! Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me. Pro. Shake it off: Come on; We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Yields us kind answer. Mira. I do not love to look on. Pro. 'Tis a villain, sir, But, as 'tis, We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Cal. [Within] There's wood enough within. 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 him self Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Enter CALIBAN. Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins 15 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. Cul. I must eat my dinner. 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; Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! 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 Cal. O ho, O ho!—'would it had been done! This isle with Calibans. Pro. 16 Abhorred slave; Which any print of goodness will not take, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour 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 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 7 rid you, For learning me your language! Pro. Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, th' 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, Pro. [Aside. So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban. Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing; Fer. Where should this musick be? i' the air, or the earth? It sounds no more :-and sure, it waits upon |