A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with Yes; Caliban, her son. Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, Ari. Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Ari. I will be correspondent to command, Pro. I will discharge thee. Ari. Pardon, master: Do so; and after two days That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what: what shall I do? [Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake! Mira. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me. Pro. We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Yields us kind answer. Mira. Shake it off: come on; "Tis a villain, sir, But, as 'tis, I do not love to look on. Pro. We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Thou earth, thou! speak. Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business 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 Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, As thick as honeycombs, each pinch more stinging Cal. 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! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave; Which any print of goodness will not take, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour With words that made them known: But thy vile race, 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; FER DINAND 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. Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. The watch-dogs bark: Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere, ·Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. [Dispersedly. [Dispersedly, Fer. Where should this music be? i'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; Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell, [Burden, ding-dong. Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father : 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? 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 B 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, And strays about to find them. Mira. A thing divine: for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. Pro. It goes on, I might call him [Aside. As my soul prompts it:-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Fer. Mira. But, certainly a maid. No wonder, sir; My language? heavens! Pro. 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 They have chang'd eyes :-Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good sir;, [Aside. I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word. i Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first |