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Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst pro-
Dost thou forget
I do not, sir.
forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age, and envy, Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
Ari. No, sir.
Thou hast: where was she born?
O, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sycorax, For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible To enter human hearing, from Argier, Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she
did, They would not take her life. Is not this true?
Ari. Ay, sir.
(1) Algiers. (2) Commands.
Into a cloven pine; within which rift
groans, As fast as mill-wheels strike: then was this island (Save for the son that she did litter here, A freckled whelp, hag-born,) not honour'd with A human shape. Ari.
Yes; Caliban, her son. 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: it was a torment To lay upon the damn'd, which 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.
Do so; and after two days
That's my noble master! 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 eye-ball else. Go, take this shape, And hither come in't: hence, with diligence.
(Exit Ariel. Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!
Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Shake it off: come on;
'Tis a villain, sir,
But, as 'tis,
Cal. (Within.] There's wood enough within.
for thee; Come forth, thou tortoise! when?
Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph.
Ari. My lord, it shall be done. (Exit.
himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
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;
urchinsa Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, All 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,
(1) Do without. (2) Fairies,
Which thou tak'st from me. When thou camest first, Thou strok’dst me, and mad'st much of me;
would'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 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 of the island. Pro.
Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness; I hare
Cal. O ho, O ļo 'would it had been done!
hour One thing or other: when thou didst 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 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.
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : the red plague ridi 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, l'H rack thee with old cramps; Fill all thy bones with aches : make thee roar, That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
Cal. No, 'pray thee! I must obey : his art is of such power, [Aside. It would control my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him. Pro.
So, slave; hence !
[Exit Caliban. Re-enter Ariel, invisible, playing and singing;
Ferdinand following him.
Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands :
(The wild waves whist2)
The watch-dogs bark:
Hark, hark! I hear
(2) Still, silent.