A human shape. Ari. Yes; Caliban her son. Pro. Dull thing, I say so he, that Caliban, When I arriv'd, and heard thee, that made gape 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. Ari. I will be correspondent to command, Pro. I will discharge thee. Ari. Pardon, 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! Mir. 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 kind answer. We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Cal. [Within] There's wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for thee: Come forth, thou tortoise! when?- Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear. Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! Enter Caliban. Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'st from me. When thou eamest 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 shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile ; Curs'd 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 The rest of the island. Pro. 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. Cal. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred slave; Which any print of goodness will not take, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour With words that made them known: But thy vile race, tures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou 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, If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; That beasts shall tremble at thy din. Cal. No, pray thee ! I must obey: his art is of such power, Pro. [Aside. So, slave; hence! [Exit Cal. Re-enter Ariel invisible, playing, and singing; Ferdi nand following him. ARIEL'S SONG. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: (The wild waves whist,) Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Hark, hark! Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. The watch-dogs bark : [dispersedly. [dispersedly. Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. Fer. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth? It sounds no more :-and sure, it waits upon Ariel sings. Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made: Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell : Hark! now I hear them,—ding-dong, bell. [Burden, ding-dong. Fer. The ditty does remember my drown'd father: This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me. Mir. It carries a brave form :-But 'tis a spirit. 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, And strays about to find them. Mir. A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. Pro. It goes on, I might call him [Aside. As my soul prompts it :-Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this. Fer. Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend !-Vouchsafe, my prayer If Mir. But, certainly a maid. Fer. No wonder, sir; My language! heavens ! I am the best of them that speak this speech, |