Into a cloven pine; within which rift

Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain

A dozen years; within which space she died,

And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans
As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island
Save for the son that she did litter here,

A freckled whelp hag-born not honour'd with
A human shape.

Ari

Yes, Caliban her son.

Pros. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
What torment I did find thee in; thy groans
Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts
Of ever-angry bears: it was a torment
To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not again undo: it was mine art,

When I arriv'd and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.

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.

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; invisible
To every eyeball else. Go take this shape,
And hither come in't: hence with diligence!

Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;
Awake!

[Exit Ariel.

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.

Mir.

I do not love to look on.

Pros.

'Tis a villain, sir,

But, as 'tis,

We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices

That profit us.

Cal. [within]

There's wood enough within.

Thou earth, thou! speak.

Pros. 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.

[Exit.

Pros. 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!

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, 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 cam'st here first, 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:
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.

Pros.

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 't had been done!
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.

Which any print of godness 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 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!

Pros.

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 achès, make thee roar,
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

Cal.
No, pray
[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.

thee.

So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban.

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

[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

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 have follow'd it,
Or it hath drawn me rather:
No, it begins again.

but 'tis gone.

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, within. Ding-dong.]

· 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, And say what thou see'st yond.

Mir.

What is't? a spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,

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 see'st

Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd

With grief, that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,

And strays about to find 'em.

I might call him

Mir.
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 Within two days for this.

May know if you remain upon

the goddess

- Vouchsafe my prayer

this island;

And that you will some good instruction give
How I may bear me here: my prime request,