Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,

341

Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me

The rest o' th' island.

Pro.

Thou most lying slave,

344

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. Oh ho! Oh 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,

348

352

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 356
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.

361

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'rt best,

363

351 Cf. n.

364 rid: destroy

This such Miranda's in If & every good

reason pr it's so

being. But, she was syre.

red then

"plague & pextilence, or red plage

Lodge's Glavans & Scilla

"Footing

it flathe on the grassie grousad."

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.

368

Cal.
No, pray thee !-
[Aside.] I must obey: his art is of such power,
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.

Pro.

373

E

Bait Catunity

So, slave; hence!

Enter Ferdinand, and Ariel invisible, playing and

Fer. Where should this music be? i' th' air, or th'

earth?

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

Some god o' th' island.

378 whist: hushed; cf. n. 380 burthen: refrain

Sitting on a bank,

379 featly: gracefully, deftly

X

Weeping again the king my father's wrack,
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.

'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 :'

388

392

396

400

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 ad-/

vance,

And say what thou seest yond.

Mira.

405

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

408

As we have, such; this gallant which thou see'st,
Was in the wrack; and, but he's something stain'd
With grief, that's beauty's_canker,-thou might'st
call him

412

402 remember: commemorate 405 advance: lift