Mir. 'Tis a villain, Sir, I do not love to look on. Pro. But, as 'tis, We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Cal. [Within] There's wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for thee: Come forth, thon tortoise! when? Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear. Ariel. 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 feater from unwholsome 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 Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made them. 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 To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, Cursed be I that did so! All the charms 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 The honour of my child. Cal. O ho, O ho! 'wou'd 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 One thing or other: when hour thou didst not, savage, but would'st gabble like endow'd thy purposes 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 confin'd into this rock, 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, th' wert best, What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Cal. No, 'pray thee! I must obey: his art is of such power, Pro. So, slave; hence! [Aside. [Exit CALIBAN. Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following him. ARIEL'S Song. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Court' sied when you have, and kiss'd, (The wild waves whist) Foot it featly here and there; And sweet sprites the burden bear. Hark, hark! Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. The watch dogs bark: Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. Hark, hark! I hear [dispersedly. { dispersedly. The strain of strutting chanticlere 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; But doth suffer a sea-change Hark! now I hear them, ding-dog, bell. [Burden, ding dong. Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd fa ther: This is no mortal business, nor no sound Mir. What is't? a spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, Sir, 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, Mir. I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural Pro. It goes on, [Aside As my soul prompts it: Spirit, fine spirit, I'll Within two days for this. free thee Fer. Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend! prayer Vouchsafe my May know, if you remain upon this island; Mir. No wonder, Sir; But, certainly a maid. Fer. My language! heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, 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 controul thee |