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As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant;
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate

To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers
And in her most unmitigable rage,
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


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.


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 arrived and heard thee, that made gape
The pine and let thee out.


I thank thee, master. Pros. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak And peg thee in his knotty entrails till

Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.


Pardon, master;

I will be correspondent to command
And do my spiriting gently.






I will discharge thee.


Do so, and after two days

That's my noble master!

What shall I do! say what; what shall I do?

Pros. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject

To no sight but thine and mine, invisible

To every eyeball else. Go take this shape
And hither come in 't: go, hence with diligence!
[Exit Ariel.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;

Mir. The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.


Shake it off. Come on;

We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never

Yields us kind answer.


I do not love to look on.


"T is a villain, sir,

But, as 't is,

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

That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. [Within] There 's wood enough within.
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,



My lord, it shall be done. [Exit

Pros. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil


Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!


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


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. 330 This island 's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou takest from me. When thou camest


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 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
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


In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me

The rest o' the island.


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

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.


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


Though thou didst learn, had that in 't which good



Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou 360 Deservedly confined into this rock,

Who hadst deserved 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!

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

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.


So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban.

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

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:


Ari. Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.

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

the earth?

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