Cal. 330. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first, Thou strokedst me and madest 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 loved 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 me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me Pros. Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee, Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate Cal. O ho, O ho! would't had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else 350 This isle with Calibans. Pros. 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 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 confined into this rock, Who hadst deserved 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! Pros. 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 370 c 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. لبول. So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban. Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; ARIEL'S song. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have and kiss'd, The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear. Burthen [dispersedly]. Hark, hark! The watch-dogs bark: Bow-wow. Bow-wow. 380 Ari. Hark, hark! I hear Fer. The strain of strutting chanticleer 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, 390 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, ARIEL sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; Those are pearls that were his eyes: 400 Burthen. Ding-dong. Ari. 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 fringed curtains of thine eye ad vance And say what thou seest yond. Mir. Lord, how it looks about! What is't? a spirit? Believe me, sir, 410 It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit. Pros. No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows, Mir. I might call him Pros: [Aside] It goes on, I see, As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this. Fer. 420 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! If you be maid or no? Mir. But certainly a maid. Fer. No wonder, sir; My language! heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Pros. How? the best? 430 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, never since at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck'd. 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 thee, If now 'twere fit to do't. sir; At the first sight 440 [To Fer.] A word, good I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word. That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father Fer. O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The Queen of Naples. Pros. Soft, sir! one word more. [Aside] They are both in either's powers; but this swift business 450 I must uneasy make, lest too light winning I charge thee That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself Upon this island as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on't. Fer. No, as I am a man. Mir. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Pros. Follow me. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor. Come; Fer. I will resist such entertainment till Mine enemy has more power. Mir.. No; [Draws, and is charmed from moving. Make not too rash a trial of him, for Pros. What! I say, My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor; Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy conscience 470 Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward, Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What! And they to him are angels. Mir. My affections Are then most humble; I have no ambition To see a goodlier man. Pros. Come on; obey: Thy nerves are in their infancy again And have no vigor in them. Fer. So they are; 480 |