From what a torment I did free thee? Ari. Pros. No. Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze Of the salt deep, To run upon the sharp wind of the north, Ari. I do not, sir. Pros. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? Ari. No, sir. Pros. Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier.* Pros. 260 *Algiers. O, was she so? I must Once in a month recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax, For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible To enter human hearing, from Argier, Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did They would not take her life. Is not this true? Ari. Ay, sir. Pros. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant ; And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate *Commands. To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, † Split. A dozen years; within which space she died groans 280 As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island Save for the son that she did litter here, A human shape. Ari. Yes, Caliban her son. Pros. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st What torment I did find thee in; thy groans Did make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts Of ever angry bears: it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax Could not again undo: it was mine art, When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape The pine and let thee out. Ari. 290 I thank thee, master. Pr. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak And peg thee in his knotty entrails till Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. Ari. Pardon, master ; I will be correspondent to command Pros. I will discharge thee. Ari. Do so, and after two days That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what; what shall I do? 300 Pros. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject To no sight but thine and mine, invisible Go take this shape go, hence with diligence! [Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake! Mir. The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me. Pros. Shake it off. Come on; We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never Yields us kind answer. Mir. 'Tis a villain, sir, But, as 'tis, I do not love to look on. Pros. We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban ! Cal. [Within] There's wood enough within. 310 Pros. Come forth, I say! there's other busi ness for thee: Come, thou tortoise! when? Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint* Ariel, *Curiously beautiful. My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Ari. Pros. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Enter CALIBAN. 320 Cal. As wicked* dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye And blister you all o'er! Pros. *Baneful. 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 honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em. *Hedgehogs. †Dead. Cal. I must eat my dinner. 330 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, And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, fertile: Cursed be I that did so! All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! sty* me 341 * Lodge. In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest o' the island. Pros. Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I hav used thee, Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate Cal. O ho, Oho! would't had been done! Pros. Abhorred slave, Which any print of goodness wilt not take, 350 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, * *Inherited nature. Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures 361 Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Cal. You taught me language; and my profit, on't Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid* you Cal. *Fiend's name. Pros. 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 Foot it featly here and there; *Silent. +Nimbly. 380 And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear. Burthen [dispersedly]. Hark, hark! The watch-dogs bark: Ari. Hark, hark! I hear Bow-wow. Bow-wow. The strain of strutting chanticleer Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air or the earth? It sounds no more: and, sure, it waits upon ARIEL sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; 400 Burthen. Ding-dong. Ari. Hark! now I hear them,-Ding-dong, bell. 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. |