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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

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.

Thou most lying slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have

used thee, Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodged

In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honor of child.

Cal. O ho, O ho !-'would it had been done
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.

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 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

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 rid 1 you,
For learning me your language !

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.

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

So, slave; hence !

[Exit Caliban.

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

Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing ;

FERDINAND following him.

Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands :
Court’sied when you have, and kissid,

(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.

[dispersedly Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere

Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, ur

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,

1 The wild waves being silen'.

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


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 feliows,
And strays about to find them.

I might call him
A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.
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

i Owas.

On whom these airs attend ! – Vouchsafe, my

prayer May know, if you



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 made, or no?

No wonder, sir;
But, certainly a maid.

My language! heavens ! -
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

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

And his brave son, being twain.

The duke of Milan,
And his more braver daughter, could control 1 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;

i Confute.

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