For I am all the subjects that you have,

Who first was mine own king; and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the island.

Pro. 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.

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Cal. Oh ho, oh ho!-Wou'd it had been done!

Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else

This isle with Calibans.

Pro. Abhorred slave:

Which any print of goodness will 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 thy own meaning, but would'st gabble like
A thing more brutish, I endow'd thy purposes
With words that made them known: But thy vile

race,

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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
For learning me your language!

you,

Pro.

Pro. Hag-seed, hence!

Fetch us in fewel; and be quick, thou wer't 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,
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
Cal. No, 'pray thee!-

I must obey: his art is of such

power,

It would controul my dam's god Setebos,

And make a vassal of him.

Pro. So, slave; hence!

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[Aside.

[Exit Caliban. 510

Enter FERDINAND at the remotest part of the stage,

and ARIEL invisible, playing and singing.

ARIEL'S Song.

Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands:
Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,
(The wild waves whist)

Foot is featly here and there;

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

Hark, hark!

Bur. Bowgh, wowgh,

[dispersedly.

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The strain of strutting chanticlere

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo.

Fer.

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

the earth?

It sounds no more :—and sure, it waits upon
Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king of my father's wreck,
This musick 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:-But 'tis

No, it begins again.

ARIEL'S Song.

gone.

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.

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Hark, now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell.

[Burden, ding-dong.

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd fa

ther:

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. What is't? a spirit?

Lord how it looks about! Believe me, sir,

C

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It

It carries a brave form:-But 'tis a spirit.

Pro. No, wench, it eats, and sleeps, and hath such

senses

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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 might'st call
him

A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows,
And strays about to find them.
Mira. I might call him

A thing divine; for nothing natural

I ever saw so noble.

Pro. It

goes on,

As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit, I'll free

thee

Within two days for this.

Fer. Most sure, the goddess

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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?

Mira. No wonder, sir;

But, certainly a maid.

Fer. My language! heavens ;

I am the best of them that speak this speech,

Were I but where 'tis spoken.

Pro. How! the best?

What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee?

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Fer.

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 wreck'd.

Mira. Álack, for mercy!

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Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of

Milan,

And his brave son, being twin.

Pro. The duke of Milan,

And his more braver daughter, could controul thee,

If now 'twere fit to do't:

-At the first sight

[Aside to ARIEL.

They have chang'd eyes:-Delicate Ariel.

I'll set thee free for this.- -A word, good sir;
I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word-
Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This

Is the third man that I e'er saw; the first,

That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father
To be inclin'd my way

Fer. O, if a virgin,

And your affections not gone forth, I'll make

The queen of Naples.

Pro. Soft, sir, one word more

you

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They are both in either's powers; but this swift bu

siness

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [Aside. Make the prize light.- -One word more: I charge

thee

That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp

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