Cal. [Within] There's wood enough within. Pros. Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee: Come, thou tortoise! when ? Ari. Re-enter Ariel like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, My lord, it shall be done. Hark in thine ear. Pros. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Enter Caliban. Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd [Exit. 320 Pros. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Cal. I must eat my dinner. 330 give me When thou camest first, much of me; wouldst Water with berries in't; and teach me how The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile : Cursed be I that did so! All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! 340 Pros. Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me Thou most lying slave, Cal. O ho, O ho! would't had been done! Pros. Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else Abhorred slave, Which any print of goodness wilt not take, 350 Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour Who hadst deserved more than a prison. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Pros. Hag-seed, hence! To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice? Cal. Pros. If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps, No, pray thee. And make a vassal of him. 370 So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban. Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing; Ariel's song Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have and kiss'd Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear. Burthen [dispersedly]. Bow-wow. Ari. The watch dogs bark: Burthen [dispersedly]. Bow-wow. Ari. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow. 380 Fer. Where should this music be? i' th' air or th' earth? 390 With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Ariel sings. Full fathom five thy father lies ; Of his bones are coral made ; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Burthen: Ding-dong. Ari. Hark! now I hear them,-Ding-dong, bell. Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father. That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me. Mir. Lord, how it looks about! What is 't? a spirit? Believe me, sir, 400 410 It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit. 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, Mir. And strays about to find 'em. I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural Pros. Fer. Mir. Fer. Pros. 419 [Aside] It goes on, I see, As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Most sure, the goddess But certainly a maid. No wonder, sir; My language! heavens! How? the best? 430 What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee? Fer. A single thing, as I am now, that wonders Mir. To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me; Alack, for mercy! |