Mira. I do not love to look on. Pro. 'Tis a villain, sir, But, as 'tis, We cannot miss him : he does make our fire, That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban! Thou earth, thou! speak. Cal. [within.] There's wood enough within. for thee: Come forth, 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. Pro. 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! Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins5 Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them. Cal. I must eat my dinner. 4 Do without. 5 Fairies. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, 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 ; Cursed be I that did so! All the charms Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me 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 Cal. O ho, O ho! -'Would it had been done! Pro. Abhorred slave; 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 did'st learn, had that in't which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore was 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 ! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou wert 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, Pro. [Aside. So, slave; hence ! [Exit CALIBAN. Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following him. ARIEL'S Song. Come unto these yellow sands, Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd, (The wild waves whist7) Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Hark, hark! [Bur.] Bowgh, wowgh. [Bur.] Bowgh, wowgh. Hark, hark! I hear [Dispersedly. [Dispersedly. The strain of strutting chanticlere Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. Fer. Where should this musick be? i'the air, or the earth? It sounds no more; and sure it waits upon ARIEL sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Nothing of him that doth fade, But doth suffer a sea-change Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: 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 owess:-I hear it now above me. 8 Owns. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, what thou seest yond'. What is't? a spirit? And say, Pro. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses As we have, such: This gallant, which thou seest, 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, Mira. A thing divine; for nothing natural Pro. I might call him It goes on, [Aside. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll On whom these airs attend! prayer May know, if you remain upon this island; Mira. But, certainly a maid. Fer. No wonder, sir; 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? Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders |