And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' 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,

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Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me

In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me

The rest o'th' island.

Pros.

Thou most lying slave,

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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
The honour of my child.

Cal. O ho, O ho! would 't had been done!
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.

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Which any print of goodness wilt 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

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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 rid you

For learning me your language!

Pros.

Hag-seed, hence !

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Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt 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.

[Aside] I must obey: his art is of such power,

It would control my dam's god, Setebos,

And make a vassal of him.

Pros.

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So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban.

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

ARIEL'S song.

Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands:

Courtsied when you have and kiss'd
The wild waves whist :

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Re-enter following.] Malone. Enter Ferdinand and Ariel, inuisible playing and singing. F1F2F3Enter F. and A. invisible,... F4. Musick. Re-enter Ariel invisible; Ferdinand following. Capell. 375,376sands,...hands:]sands;...hands,

Fer. Where should this music be? i' th' air or th' earth?

It sounds no more: and, sure, it waits upon
Some god o'th' 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,

But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell:

Burthen: Ding-dong.

Ari. Hark! now I hear them, -Ding-dong, bell.

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This is no mortal business, nor no sound

That the earth owes : - I hear it now above me.

Pros. 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.

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Pros. 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 'em.

Mir.

I might call him

A thing divine; for nothing natural

I ever saw so noble.

Pros.

[Aside] It goes on, I see,

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As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee

Within two days for this.

Fer.

Most sure, the goddess

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 !

If you be maid or no?

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Mir.

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.

Pros.

How? the best?

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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, never since at ebb, beheld
The king my father wreck'd.

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Alack, for mercy !

Mir.

Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan

And his brave son being twain.

Pros.

[Aside] The Duke of Milan And his more braver daughter could control thee,

If now 'twere fit to do't.
They have changed eyes.

At the first sight
Delicate Ariel,

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I'll set thee free for this.

[To Fer.] A word, good sir;

This

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I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
Mir. Why speaks my father so ungently?

Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first

That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father

To be inclined my way!

And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you

The queen of Naples.