On the curled clouds; to thy strong bidding, task Thou calledst me up at midnight to fetch dew Pro. Hast thou, spirit, Performed to point the tempest that I bade thee? Whom, with a charm joined to their suffered That's my noble master ! What shall I do? say what? what shall I do? To no sight but thine and mine; invisible And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my Awake! As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant: As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this Mira. The strangeness of your story put Pro. Shake it off: Come on; Mira. 'T is a villain, sir, I do not love to look on. Cal. [within.] There's wood enough within. Come, thou tortoise! when? Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Hark in thine car. 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 c'er my mother brushed Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an And blister you all o'er! oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou hast howled away twelve winters. Ari. Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins Thou strok'st me, and mad'st much of me; wouldst Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, 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 shewed thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and fertile ; Curséd 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 Which any print of goodness will not take, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like It sounds no more: — and sure it waits upon A thing most brutish, I endowed thy purposes race, natures 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 drowned father: : This is no mortal business, nor no sound strained And his more braver daughter, could control thee, If now 't were fit to do 't. At the first sight [Aside. They have changed eyes:- Delicate Ariel, Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou mightst That e'er I sighed for: pity move my father Most sure, the goddess Make the prize light. One word more: I charge thee That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe, my The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself The fresh-brook muscles, withered roots, and husks Are then most humble; I have no ambition Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow. To see a goodlier man. So they are: Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! Than he appears by speech; this is unwonted, Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have By and by it will strike. |