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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
Thou most lying slave,
used thee, Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodged
Cal. O ho, O ho !-'would it had been done
Abhorred slave :
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,
race, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't
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 !
1 Destroy. ? Setebos was supreme god of the Patagonians.
Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing ;
FERDINAND following him.
And then take hands :
(The wild waves whist?)
Hark, hark !
[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
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
[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
I might call him
[aside. 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
No wonder, sir;
My language! heavens ! -
How! the best?
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 !
The duke of Milan,