Ari. Remember I have done thee worthy service; I prithee, Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd Pros. Dost thou forget No. From what a torment I did free thee? Ari. Thou dost; and think'st it much to tread the ooze Of the salt deep, To run upon the sharp wind of the north, To do me business in the veins o' th' earth Pros. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? Pros. Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier. Pros. O, was she so? I must Once in a month recount what thou hast been, Which thou forgett'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax, To enter human hearing, from Argier, Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did They would not take her life. Is not this true? Ari. Ay, sir. Pros. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant; And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, And in her most unmitigable rage, Into a cloven pine; within which rift A dozen years; within which space she died, And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans A freckled whelp hag-born A human shape. Ari Yes, Caliban her son. Pros. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, When I arriv'd and heard thee, that made gape Ari. I thank thee, master. Thou'st howl'd away twelve winters. Ari. I will be correspondent to command, And do my spriting gently. Pros. 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? Pros. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea: [Exit Ariel. Mir. [waking] The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me. Pros. Shake it off. Come on; We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never Yields us kind answer. Mir. I do not love to look on. Pros. 'Tis a villain, sir, But, as 'tis, We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, That profit us. Cal. [within] What, ho! slave! Caliban! There's wood enough within. Thou earth, thou! speak. Pros. 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. Pros. 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! Pros. For this, be Side-stitches that shall sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, pen thy breath up; urchins Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb, 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 cam'st here first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st 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 lov'd thee, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile: - 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 The rest o' th' island. Pros. Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have us'd thee The honour of my child. Cal. O ho, O ho! - would 't had been done! Which any print of godness wilt not take, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour 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 Hag-seed, hence! Pros. To answer other business. Shrugg'st thou, malice? What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps, No, pray thee. Cal. [Aside] I must obey: his art is of such power, It would control my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him. Pros. So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; Ferdinand [Burden, dispersedly, within. Bow, wow.] The watch-dogs bark: [Burden, dispersedly, within. Bow, wow.] Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow. Fer. Where should this music be? i' th' air or th' earth? It sounds no more: - and, sure, it waits upon Some god o' th' island. Sitting on a bank, |