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 A freckled whelp hag-born not honour'd with Ari Yes, Caliban her son. Pros. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, When I arriv'd and heard thee, that made gape Ari. -- I thank thee, master. 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 Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; [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, 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 All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb, 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, 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, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile: Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me 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 Cal. O ho, O ho!· - would 't had been done! Which any print of godness wilt not take, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour 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 Pros. Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best, To answer other business. Shrugg'st thou, malice? What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps, Cal. 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, but 'tis gone. ARIEL sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; [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. 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 |