Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give

me pains,

Let me remember thee what thou hast promised, Which is not yet perform'd me.

Pro.

How now? moody?

What is't thou canst demand?

Ari.

My liberty. Pro. Before the time be out? no more!

Ari. I pr'ythee Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, served Without or grudge, or grumblings: thou didst promise

To bate me a full year.

Pro.

Dost thou forget

No.

From what a torment I did free thee?

Ari.

Pro. 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' the earth
When it is baked with frost.

Ari.
I do not, sir.
Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou
forgot

The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age and envy, into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?

Was

grown Ari. No, sir.

Pro.

born? speak; tell me.

Thou hast where was she

O, was she so? I must

Ari. Sir, in Argier.

Pro.

Once in a month recount what thou hast been,

Which thou forgett'st. This damn'd witch, Sy

corax,

For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
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.

Pro. This blue-eyed 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,
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain

A dozen years; within which space she died, And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy 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
A human shape.

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 arrived, and heard thee, that made gape The pine, and let thee out.

Ari.

I thank thee, master.

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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,
And do my spriting gently.

Pro.

Do so; and after two days

I will discharge thee.
Ari.
That's my noble master!
What shall I do? say what: what shall I do?
Pro. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea;
Be subject to no sight but thine and mine;
Invisible

To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in't: go, hence with diligence.
[Exit ARIEL.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;
Awake!

Mira. [waking.] The strangeness of your story

put

Heaviness in me.

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,

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, 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 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.

Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,

Side-stitches that shall 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
Than bees that made them.

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; 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 loved
thee,

And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and fertile ;

Cursed 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 me

In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest o' the island.

Pro.

Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have used thee,

Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodged thee

In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child.

Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans.

Pro.

Abhorred slave;

Which any print of goodness will not take,
Being capable of all ill! I pitied 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 wouldst 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 confined into this rock,

Who hadst deserved 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!