Re-enter ARIEL, like a Water-Nymph.

Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,

Hark in thine ear.

Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself

320 Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

325

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 forth at vast of night that they may work
All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd

As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more stinging 330 Than bees that made 'em.

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'st me and made much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't, and teach me how

335 To name the bigger light, and how the less,

That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd 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

340 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.

327 for that F, em. by Thomas White (Shakesp. Jahrb. II. p. 209). 332 cam'st F, corr. by Rowe. 333 madest Dryden, Rowe ci.

Pro. Thou most lying slave,

345 Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have us'd thee,

Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodg'd thee

In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate

The honour of my child.

Cal. O ho, O ho!-would 't had been done! 350 Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans.

Pro. 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
355 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 vild race,
Though thou didst learn, had that in 't which good natures
360 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 you 365 For learning me your language!

Pro. Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou 'rt best, To answer other business. Shrugg'st thou, malice? If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps, 370 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, 375 And make a vassal of him.

346 humane F. modern editions.

Pro. So, slave, hence.

[Aside.

[Exit Caliban.

352 will F2 and many modern Edd.
370 Perhaps Sh. wrote agues.

358 vile most

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Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing,
FERDINAND following him.
ARIEL'S Song.

Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:
Curtsied when you have and kiss'd

(The wild waves whist),

Foot it featly here and there;

And sweet sprites, the burthen bear:
Hark, hark!

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

The watch-dogs bark:

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh.

Hark, hark! I hear

[dispersedly.

[dispersedly.

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The strain of strutting chanticleer,

Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.

Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air or the earth? It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon

Some god o' the island.

899 Weeping again the king

Sitting on a bank, my father's wreck,

This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion

With it's sweet air: thence I have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather.

395 No; it begins again.

400

But 't is gone.

ARIEL'S Song.

Full fathom five thy father lies ;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange,

981 Sprights beare the burthen F, em. by Pope. its, as given by the Edd. fadom F.

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393 it's F, not

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405

Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

[Burthen, ding-dong. Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell.

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father.
This is no mortal business, nor no sound
That the earth owes. I hear it now above me.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
And say, what thou seest yond'.

Mir. What is 't? a spirit? 410 Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, Sir,

It carries a brave form.-But 't is a spirit.

Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses
As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest,
Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd

415 With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,

And strays about to find 'em.

A thing divine; for nothing natural

I ever saw so noble.

Mir. I might call him

Pro. It goes on, I see,

[Aside.

420 As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this.

Fer. Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe, my prayer May know, if you remain upon this island;

And that you will some good instruction give, 425 How I may bear me here: my prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O, you wonder! If you be maid or no?

But certainly a maid.

Mir. No wonder, Sir,

Fer. My language! heavens!

I am the best of them that speak this speech,

430 Were I but where 't is spoken.

419 I see om. by Steevens.

Pro. How the best?

What wert thou if the King of Naples heard thee?
Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders
To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me;
And that he does I weep: myself am Naples;
435 Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld
The king, my father, wreck'd.

Mir. Alack, for mercy!
Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan
And his brave son being twain.

Pro. The Duke of Milan,

And his more braver daughter, could control thee,

440 If now 't were fit to do 't.-At the first sight [Aside.

They have chang'd eyes: delicate Ariel,

I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good Sir;

I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
Mir. Why speaks my father so ungently?

445 Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first
That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father
To be inclin'd my way!

Fer. O, if a virgin,

This

And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
The queen of Naples.

Pro. Soft, Sir; one word more.

450 They are both in either's powers: but this swift business

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning

[Aside.

Make the prize light. -One word more: I charge thee,

That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp

The name thou ow'st not, and hast put thyself

455 Upon this island as a spy, to win it

From me, the lord on 't.

Fer. No, as I am a man.

Mir. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple:

If the ill spirit have so fair a house,

Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

451 least F.

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