Pro. 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. This Sycorax

Could not again undo; it was mine art,

When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.

Ari.
I thank thee, master.
Pro. 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.

What shall I do? say what? what shall I do?

Pro. Go, make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea;

Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible
To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;
Awake!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.

Pro.

Shake it off; Come on;

We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never

Yields us a kind answer.

Mira.

I do not love to look on.

Pro.

"Tis a villain, sir,

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.

Cal. [within.] There's wood enough within.

[Exit ARIEL

Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for thee: Come forth, thou tortoise! when?

Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph.

Enter CALIBAN.

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.

Pro. 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,
AL exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd

As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made them.

Cal.

I must eat my dinner.

This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,

Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first,

Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; wou d'st 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' the isle,

The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile,
Cursed be I that I 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, while you do keep from me

The rest of the island.

Pro.

Abhorred slave;

Which any print of goodness will 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 did'st not, savage,
Know thine own meaning, but would'st gabble like
A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes

With words that made them known: But thy vile race,
Though thou did'st learn, had that in't which good nature
Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou

Deservedly confin'd into this rock,

Who had'st 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.

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.

* Destroy

Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND fol

lowing him.

Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earch?

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:
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls, that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade,
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell :

Hark! now I hear them, ding-dong, bell.

[Burden, ding-dong.

Fer. The dittty does remember my drown'd father :

This is no mortal business, nor no sound

That the earth owns :-I hear it now above me.

Pro. The fringed curtain of thine eye advance

And say, what thou seest yond.

Mira.

What is't? a spirit?

See, 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,

Was in the wreck; and but he's something stain'd

With grief--that's beauty's canker-thou might'st call him
A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows,

And strays about to find them.

Mira.

I might call him

It

goes on, I see,

A thing divine; for nothing natural
I ever saw so noble.

Pro. [Aside.]

As my soul prompts it :--Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thes
Within two days for this.

Fer.

Most sure, the goddess
On whom these airs attend !-Vouchsafe, my prayer
May know, if you remain upon this island;
And that you will some good instruction give,
How I may bear me here: My prime request,
Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder!
If you be maid or no?

Mira.
But, certainly a maid.
Fer.

No wonder, sir;

My language! heavens !

I am the best of them that speak this speech,
Were I but where 'tis spoken.

How the best?

Pro.
What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee?
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.

Mira.

Alack, for mercy!

Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan,
And his brave son, being twain.

Pro.
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 chang'd eyes :-Delicate Ariel,
I'll set thee free for this!-A word, good sir;

I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word.
Mira. Why speaks my father so ungently? This
Is the third man that e'er I saw ; the first

That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father

To be inclin'd my way!

Fer.

And your

O, if a virgin,

affection not gone forth, I'll make you

The queen of Naples.

Pro.

Soft, sir; one word more.

They are both in either's powers; but this swift business

I must uneasy make, lest too light winning

Make the prize light.-One word more; I charge thee,
That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp

The name thou ow'st not; and hast put thyself

Upon this island as a spy, to win it

From me, the lord on't.

Fer.

No, as I am a inau.

Mira. There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple :

If the ill spirit have so fair an house,

Good things will strive to dwell with't.

Pro.

Follow me.

Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come.

[Aside

[Asule,

[To FERD.

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
Wherein the acorn cradled: Follow.

What, I say,

Make not too rash a trial of him, for

He's gentle, and not fearful.*

Pro.

My foot my tutor! Put thy sword up, traitor;

Who mak'st a show, but dar'st not strike, thy conscience
Is so possess'd with guilt: come; from thy ward;

For I can here disarm thee with this stick,

And make thy weapon drop.

Mira.

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 are no more such shapes as he,
Having seen but him and Caliban: Foolish wench!
To the most of men this is a Caliban,

And they to him are angels.

Mira.

My affections

Are then most humble; I have no ambition

To see a goodlier man.

Pro.

Thy nerves are in their infancy again,

Come on; obey'

[TO FERD

So they are:

And have no vigor in them.

Fer.
My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up.

My father's loss, the weakness which I feel,

The wreck of all my friends, or this man's threats,
To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,
Might I but through my prison once a day
Behold this maid: all corners else of the earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I, in such a prison.

Pro.
Thou hast done well, fine Ariel!-Follow me.—
Hark, what thou else shalt do me.

It works :-Come on.

Mira.

My father's of a better nature, sir,

[To FERD. and MIR. [TO ARIEL

Be of comfort;

* Frightful