Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by the sailors: Thou, my slave, Into a cloven pine; within which rift A dozen years; within which space she died, 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. This 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. 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? 4 Commands. Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph of 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. Shake it off: Come on, We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never 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, Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices 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 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, 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; urchins5 Shall, for that vast of night that they may work 5 Fairies. All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them. Cal Water with berries in't; and teach me how The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile; Of Sycorax, toads, beatles, bats, light on you! Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me 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 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 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 6 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, It would control my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him. Pro. [Aside. So, slave; hence! [Exit CALIBAN. Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing; ARIEL'S Song. Come unto these yellow sands Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd, (The wild waves whist 7) 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 6 Destroy. 7 Being stilled, silenced. Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, 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 father: This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes 8:- I hear it now above me. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance And say, what thou seest yond'. Mira. See how it looks about! What is't? a spir Believe me, sir, 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, 8 Owns. |