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Heaviness in me. |
PROSPERO. Shake it off. Come on, |
We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never |
Yields us kind answer. |
MIRANDA. 'Tis a villain, sir, |
I do not love to look on. |
PROSPERO. But as 'tis, |
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, |
Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices |
That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban! |
Thou earth, thou! Speak. |
CALIBAN. [ Within] There's wood enough within. |
PROSPERO. 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. |
ARIEL. My lord, it shall be done. Exit |
PROSPERO. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself |
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! |
Enter CALIBAN |
CALIBAN. 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! |
PROSPERO. 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. |
CALIBAN. I must eat my dinner. |
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, |
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cam'st first, |
Thou strok'st me and made 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 lov'd thee, |
And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, |
The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile. |
Curs'd 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 o' th' island. |
PROSPERO. 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. |
CALIBAN. O ho, O ho! Would't had been done. |
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopl'd else |
This isle with Calibans. |
MIRANDA. Abhorred slave, |
Which any print of goodness wilt not take, |
Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, |
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, |
Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures |
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou |
Deservedly confin'd into this rock, who hadst |
Deserv'd more than a prison. |
CALIBAN. 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! |
PROSPERO. Hag-seed, hence! |
Fetch us in fuel. And be quick, thou 'rt 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. |
CALIBAN. No, pray thee. |
[Aside] I must obey. His art is of such pow'r, |
It would control my dam's god, Setebos, |
And make a vassal of him. |
PROSPERO. So, slave; hence! Exit CALIBAN |
Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing ad singing; |
FERDINAND following |
ARIEL'S SONG. |
Come unto these yellow sands, |
And then take hands; |
Curtsied when you have and kiss'd, |
The wild waves whist, |
Foot it featly here and there, |
And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. |
Hark, hark! |
[Burden dispersedly: Bow-wow.] |
The watch dogs bark. |
[Burden dispersedly: Bow-wow.] |
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