This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, 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! 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 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, race, Though thou didst learn, had that in 't which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou 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, What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar; 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 ARIEL sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; The wild waves being silent. But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. [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. Mir. 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, 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; 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. |