Pro. Go make thyself like to a nymph of the sea; Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible To every eye-ball else. Go take this shape, And hither come in't: hence, with diligence. [Exit ARIEL. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me.

Pro.

Shake it off: 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 forth, 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, 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 5 Shall, for that vast of night that they may work

5 Fairies.

All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd

As thick as honey-combs, 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; would'st
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,
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, beatles, 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 of the island.

Pro.

Thou most lying slave, 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. 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 would'st 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 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, For learning me your language!

Pro.

Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert best, To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice? If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly

What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; 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,
And make a vassal of him.

Pro.

[Aside.

So, slave; hence!
[Exit CALIBAN.

Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following him.

ARIEL'S Song.

Come unto these yellow sands
And then take hands:

Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,

(The wild waves whist 7)

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

[dispersedly.

[dispersedly.

The strain of strutting chanticlere

Cry, cock-a-doodle-doo.

Fer. Where should this musick be? i' the air, or

the earth?

It sounds no more:- and sure, it waits upon

6 Destroy.

7 Being stilled, silenced.

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 follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather:
- But 'tis gone.

No, it begins again.

-:

ARIEL sings.

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.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell :

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

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father: :

This is no mortal business, nor no sound

advance

That the earth owes 8:- I hear it now above me.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine
And say, what thou seest yond'.

Mira.

eye

What is't? a spir

Believe me, sir,

See how it looks about!
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 stain'd
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.

8 Owns.

Mira.

I might call him

A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.

Within two days for this.

[Aside.

Spirit, fine spirit! I'll

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, How I may bear me here: My prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! be maid, or no?

If

you

Mira.

But, certainly a maid.

Fer.

No wonder, sir;

My language! heavens!

I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

How! the best?

Pro. 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 Who with mine eyes, ne'er since at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck'd.

Mira.

;

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, If now 'twere 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.

9 Confute.