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

first,

Thou strokedst me, and madest 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 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

used thee,

Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodged

thee

In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate

Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would 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 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

race,

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

natures

Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou
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 rid1 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.

[aside.

No, 'pray thee!— I must obey his art is of such power, It would control my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him.

Pro.

So, slave; hence!

[Exit Caliban.

1 Destroy. 2 Setebos was supreme god of the Patagonians.

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

Fer. Where should this music be? i̇' 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 my father's wreck,
This music 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 gone.
No, it begins again.

ARIEL sings.

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,

The wild waves being silent.

But doth suffer a sea-change

Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell :

[BUR. ding-dong.

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

Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father:

This is no mortal business, nor no sound

That the earth owes : 1-I hear it now above me.
Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,
And say, what thou seest yond'.

Mir.
What is 't? a spirit?
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,
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 them.

Mir.

I might call him

A thing divine; for nothing natural

I ever saw so noble.

Pro.

It goes on, I see,

[aside.

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

free thee

Within two days for this.

Fer.

Most sure, the goddess

1 Owns.

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!
be made, or no?

If

you

Mir.

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? 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.

Mir.

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 control1 thee, If now 'twere fit to do 't:-At the first sight [aside. They have changed eyes :-Delicate Ariel,

I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good sir;

1 Confute.