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! Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches, that shall pen thy breath up; urchins❤ As thick as honey-combs, 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 camest first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how 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 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. Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done! Pro. Abhorred slave; * Fairies. Which any print of goodness will not take, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but would'st 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 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! Pro. Hag-seed, hence! What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Cal. No, 'pray thee!! I must obey: his art is of such power, Pro [Aside. So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban. Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing; ARIEL'S SONG. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Hark, hark! Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. The watch dogs bark: Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. Hurk, hark! I hear [dispersedly. [dispersedly. The strain of strutting chanticlere, Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth? It sounds no more and sure, it waits upon Ariel sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; Into something rich and strange. 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? • Owns. Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form :-But 'tis a spirit. Pro. 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, Mira. A thing divine; for nothing natural Pro. I might call him [Aside. 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 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 wouder' If you be maid, or no? Mira. But, certainly a maid. Fer. No wonder, sir; My language? heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, How! the best? Pro. What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To bear thee speak of Naples: he does hear me ; And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; Who with mine eyes, ne'er siuce at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck'd. Mira. Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan, And his brave son, being twain. Pro. The duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could control* thee, If now 'twere fit to do't.-At the first sight [Aside. They have chang'd eyes:-Delicate Ariel, Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first 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 Pro. Soft, sir; one word more.ne 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 The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself Fer. to win it No, as I am a man. Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair an house, Good things will strive to dwell with 't. Pro. Follow me. [To Ferd. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come. I'll manacle thy neck and feet together: Sea water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be Fer. I will resist such entertainment, till • Confute. No; [He draws. |