For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, groans, As fast as mill-wheels strike: then was this island (Save for the son that she did litter here, 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, aud 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. • Commands. Ari. Pardon, master: I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently. 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 To every eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, And hither come in't: hence, with diligence. [Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake! Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me. Pro. We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Yields us kind answer. Mira. Shake it off: come on; 'Tis a villain, sir, But, as 'tis, I do not love to look on. Pro. We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, That profit us. What, ho! slave! Calibau! Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. 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 him self Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! * Do without. 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* As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Cal. 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 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 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 bo!-'would it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave; * Fairies. Which any print of goodness will not take, 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 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 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, 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: • Destroy. + Still, silent. Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Hark, hark! The strain of strutting chanticlere, Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth? It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon Ariel sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; 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 owes*:-I hear it now above me. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance And say, what thou seest yond'. Mira. What is 't? a spirit? * Owns. |