PROSPERO Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have us'd thee, The honour of my child. CALIBAN O ho, O ho! would 't had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. PROSPERO Abhorred slave, Which any print of goodness wilt not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour With words that made them known. But thy vile race, Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. You taught me language; CALIBAN and my profit on 't For learning me your language! you D PROSPERO Hag-seed, hence ! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou 'rt best, What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps, CALIBAN No, pray thee. [Aside] I must obey his art is of such power, PROSPERO So, slave; hence! [Exit CAliban. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following |