Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodged

thee

In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honour of my child.

Cal. O ho! O ho!--I 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 wilt 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 wouldst gabble like 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,

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. 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 achés; make thee roar,

That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

No, 'pray thee !

Cal.
[Aside.] I must obey: his art is of such
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.

power,

Pro.

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 kissed

The wild waves whist :

Foot it featly here and there;

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

Hark! hark!

Burden. Bowgh, wowgh,

The watch-dogs bark:

[Dispersedly.]

Burden. Bowgh, wowgh,

Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting chanticleer

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.

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

the earth

It sounds no more;-and sure, it waits upon
Some god o' 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 '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 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.

Lord! how it looks about!

What is 't a spirit? 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

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.

A thing divine, for nothing natural

I ever saw so noble.→

Pro. [Aside.]

As my soul prompts it.

free thee

I might call him

It goes on, I

see,

Spirit, fine spirit! I'll

Most sure, the goddess

Within two days for this.—

Fer.

On whom these airs attend:-vouchsafe, my

prayer

May know if you remain upon this island,
And that you will some good instructions give
How I may bear me here; my prime request,
Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder,
If you be maid, or no?

I am the best of them that speak this speech.

Were I but where 't is spoken.

Pro.

How the best?

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, wrecked.

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,