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 showed thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile; Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me The rest of the island. Pro. Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee, Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done! Pro. Abhorred slave, Which any print of goodness will not take, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour A thing most brutish, I endowed 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 Pro. What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Cal. No, 'pray thee!— I must obey his art is of such power, [Aside. It would control my dam's god, Setebos, Pro. So, slave, hence! [Exit CALIBAN. Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing. ARIEL'S SONG. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Curt'sied when you have, and kissed, (The wild waves whist,) 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 The strain of strutting chanticlere Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. [Dispersedly. [Dispersedly. Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth? It sounds no more;-and sure, it waits upon Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters; Allaying both their fury, and my passion, With its sweet air: thence I have followed it, Or it hath drawn me rather:-But 'tis gone. No, it begins again. ARIEL sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; [Burden, ding-dong. Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. Fer. The ditty does remember my drowned 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'. Mira. What is't? a spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form:-But 'tis 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 stained With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou might'st call him A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, And strays about to find them. Mira. I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural Pro. It goes on, I see, [Aside. As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine Spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this. Fer. Mira. But certainly a maid. No wonder, sir; My language! heavens!- Pro. Mira. Pro. [Aside. I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first Fer. O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Soft, sir; one word more. Pro. 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, The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself From me, the lord on't. Fer. No, as I am a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple; If the ill spirit have so fair an house, Good things will strive to dwell with't. Pro. Follow me.-[To FERD. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come. I'll manacle thy neck and feet together; Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be The fresh-brook muscles, withered roots, and husks Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow. What, I say, Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle, and not fearful. Pro. My foot my tutor!-Put thy sword up, traitor; Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy conscience Is so possessed with guilt: come from thy ward; For I can here disarm thee with this stick, And make thy weapon drop. Mira. Beseech you, father! Pro. Hence; hang not on my garments. I'll be his surety. Silence: one word more Sir, have pity; Pro. Thou think'st there are no more such shapes as he, To the most of men this is a Caliban, Mira. My affections To see a goodlier man. Come on; obey: [To FERD. So they are: And have no vigor in them. Fer. My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. It works:-Come on. Pro. Hark, what thou else shalt do me. [To FERD. and MIRA. [To ARIEL. Be of comfort; My father's of a better nature, sir, Pro. Thou shalt be as free As mountain winds: but then exactly do Ari. To the syllable. [Exeunt. Pro. Come, follow: speak not for him. ACT II. SCENE I.- Another Part of the Island. Enter ALONZO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others. Gon. 'Beseech you, sir, be merry: you have cause (So have we all) of joy; for our escape Is much beyond our loss: our hint of wo Is common; every day, some sailor's wife, The masters of some merchant, and the merchant, |