Pros. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Ari. I thank thee, master. Pros. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak, And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till Thou'st howl'd away twelve winters. Ari. I will be correspondent to command, And do my spriting gently. Pros. I will discharge thee. Ari. Pardon, master: Do so; and after two days That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what; what shall I do? Pros. Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea : Be subject to no sight but mine; (25) invisible To every eyeball else. Go take this shape, And hither come in't: hence(26) with diligence! [Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake! Mir. [waking] The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me. Pros. Shake it off. Come on; We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never Yields us kind answer. We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Cal. [within] There's wood enough within. Pros. Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee: Come, thou tortoise! when? Pros. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Enter CALIBAN. Cal. As wicked dew(27) 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! Pros. 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 honeycomb,(28) each pinch more stinging Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cam'st here first,(29) 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 lov'd thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile :- 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 The rest o' th' island. Pros. Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have us'd thee, In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate Cal. O ho, O ho!-would 't had been done! Which any print of goodness wilt not take, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour With words that made them known. But thy vile race, Deservedly confin'd into this rock, Who hadst deserv'd more than a prison. (31) Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Pros. Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt(32) 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, Fill all thy bones with achès, make thee roar, That beasts shall tremble at thy din. 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. Pros. So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following. ARIEL'S song. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Court'sied when you have and kiss'd,— The wild waves whist,—(33) Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.(34) [Burden, dispersedly, within. Bow, wow.] The watch-dogs bark: [Burden, dispersedly, within. Bow, wow.] Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow. Fer. Where should this music be? i' th' air or th' earth? It sounds no more:—and, sure, it waits upon ARIEL sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; But doth suffer a sea-change Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: [Burden, within. 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. Pros. The fringèd curtains of thine eye advance, say And Mir. What is't? a spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, Pros. No, wench; it cats, and sleeps, and hath such senses As we have, such. This gallant which thou see'st Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd And strays about to find 'em. Mir. I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. Pros. [aside] It goes on, I see, As my soul prompts it.-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Fer. Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend!-Vouchsafe my prayer May know if you remain upon this island; Which I do last pronounce, is,-O you wonder!— Mir. 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. Pros. Mir. Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan And his brave son being twain. Pros. [aside] The Duke of Milan And his more braver daughter could control(35) thee, If now 'twere fit to do't.-At the first sight |