Mira.

I do not love to look on.

Pro.

"T is a villain, Sir,

But, as 't is,

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, 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.

Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, 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 !

[Exit.

Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins

Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,

All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd

As thick as honey-comb, each pinch more stinging
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'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' th' isle,

The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile. Cursed be I that did so! — All the charms

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' th' 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.

Cal. O ho! O 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,

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 'rt 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.

No, pray thee!

[Aside.

Cal.

I must obey his art is of such power,

:

It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.

Pro.

So, slave; hence!

[Exit CALIBAN.

Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND

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. 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 had follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather: - but 't is 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 :

[Burden: 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'.

Mira.

--

What is 't? a spirit?

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

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 'em.

Mira.

A thing divine, for nothing natural

I ever saw so noble.

Pro.

As

my

I might call him

It goes on, I see,

[Aside,

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!
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,

- Vouchsafe, my prayer

Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!

If you be maid, or no?

Mira.

But, certainly a maid.

Fer.

No wonder, Sir;

My language! heavens!

How! the best?

I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 't is spoken.

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 't were fit to do 't.
They have chang'd eyes: —
I'll set thee free for this!

[Aside.] At the first sight
delicate Ariel,

[To him.] A word, good Sir;

I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This
Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first

That e'er I sigh'd for.

To be inclin❜d my way!

Fer.

And

your

Pity move my father

O! if a virgin,

affection not gone forth, I'll make you

The queen of Naples.

Pro.

Soft, Sir: one word more.

[Aside.] They are both in either's powers: but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning

Make the prize light. — [To him.] One word more: I charge thee, That thou attend me.

Thou dost here usurp

The name thou ow'st not;

and hast put thyself