ACT I As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this Island A freckled whelp, hag-born) not honour'd with ARI. Yes; Caliban her son. Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st ARI. I thank thee, master. And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till I will be correspondent to command, PRO. I will discharge thee. 290 Pardon, master: Do so; and after two days That's my noble master! Be subject to no sight but mine, invisible 300 [Exit ARIEL. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; MIRA. [awaking.] The strangeness of your story put PRO. Come forth, I say; there's other business for thee: Come forth, thou tortoise! when? PRO. Thou poisonous slave, got by the Devil himself Enter CALIBAN. CAL. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd [exit. 320 PRO. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, CAL. I must eat my dinner. This Island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, 330 Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, 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 shew'd thee all the qualities2 o' the Isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place and fertile; For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me 340 ACT I ACT I In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me PRO. Thou most lying slave, CAL. O ho, O ho!—I would 't had been done! 350 Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour natures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou More than a prison. CAL. You taught me language; and my profit on 't PRO. you Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou 'rt best, Fill all thy bones with achës: make thee roar That beasts shall tremble at thy din! CAL. 360 370 No, 'pray thee!— 390 FER. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth? ARIEL sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; 1 Of his bones are coral made; BURTHEN. Ding-dong. ARIEL. 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 owes2:-I hear it now above me. 400 ACT I PRO. The fringed curtains of thine eye Sc. II 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 A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows, And strays about to find 'em. MIRA. I might call him 420 A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. PRO. [aside.] It goes on, I see, Spirit, fine Spirit! I'll free thee As my soul prompts it. FER. Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend! MIRA. But certainly a maid. FER. No wonder, Sir; My language! Heavens! PRO. How? the best? What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee? MIRA. Alack, for mercy 1 FER. Yes, faith, and all his Lords; the Duke of Milan 430 1 feeble and lonely. |