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That's my noble master!
What shall I do? say what; what shall I do?
Pros. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject
To no sight but thine and mine, invisible
To every eyeball else. Go take this shape
And hither come in't go, hence with diligence!
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake! Mir. The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.
Shake it off. Come on;
We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never
"Tis a villain, sir,
But as tis,
I do not love to look on.
We cannot miss him he does make our fire,
That profit us.
What, ho! slave! Caliban !
Thou earth, thou! speak.
Cal. [Within] There's wood enough within.
Pros. Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee; Come, thou tortoise! when?
Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph.
Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.
My lord, it shall be done.
Pros. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
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. 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,
As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
I must eat my dinner.
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
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 o' 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 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.
Which any print of goodness wilt not take,
Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour
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
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!
Hag-seed, hence !
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou 'rt best,
To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?
What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,
No, pray thee.
So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban.
Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND
Fer. Where should this music be! i' the air or the earth? It sounds no more: and, sure, it waits upon Some god o' 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.
Full fathom five thy father lies;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
But doth suffer a sea change
Into something rich and strange.
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.
Pros. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance And say what thou seest yond.
What is't? a spirit?
Lord, how it looks about? Believe me, sir,
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.
[Aside] It goes on, I see,
As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this.
Most sure, the goddess
But certainly a maid.
No wonder, sir;
My language heavens !
I am the best of them that speak this speech,
How? the best?
Alack, for mercy!
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. At the first sight
They have changed eyes.
I'll set thee free for this. [To Fer.] A word, good sir;
Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first
That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father
O, if a virgin,
And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you
Soft, sir! one word more.
[Aside] They are both in either's powers; but this swift business
I must uneasy make, lest too light winning
Make the prize light. [To Fer.] One word more; I charge thee
That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp
The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself
Upon this island as a spy, to win it
From me, the lord on 't.
No, as I am a man.
Mir. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple :
Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.
I'll manacle thy neck and feet together:
Sea-water shalt thou drink; thy food shall be
The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots and husks
What? I say
My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor;
Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy conscience
Pros. Hence! hang not on my garments.
I'll be his surety.
Beseech you, father.
Sir, have pity;
Silence one word more
Shall make me chide thee, if not hate thee. What !
An advocate for an impostor! hush!
Thou think'st there is no more such shapes as he,
Having seen but him and Caliban: foolish wench!
And they to him are angels.
Are then most humble; I have no ambition