Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise To bate me a full year. Pro. Dost thou forget From what a torment I did free thee? Ari. Pro. Thou dost; and think'st No. It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; Ari. I do not, sir. Pro. 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. Pro. Thou hast: where was she born? speak; Ari. Sir, in Argier. [tell me. Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands, A dozen years; within which space she died, And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy groans, As fast as mill-wheels strike: then was this island (Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with Yes; Caliban, her son. Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban, When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape 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. That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban! 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. [Erit. 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. Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee, 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. 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! 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. 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 |