Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee: thou shalt be pinch'd
As thick as honey-comb, 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; wouldst 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' th' 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 o' th' 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.

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 didst not, savage,
Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like

A think 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 rid you, For learning me your language!

Pro.

Hag-seed, hence!

Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou 'rt 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.

Cal.

No, pray thee!— [Aside.] I must obey: his art is of such power, 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.

Fer. Where should this music be? i' th' air, or th' earth ?—

It sounds no more ;-and sure, it waits upon
Some god o' th' 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 followed 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:

[Burden: ding-dong.

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 owes :-I hear it now above me.

Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say, what thou seest yond'.

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 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.

Mira.

A thing divine; for nothing natural

I ever saw so noble.

Pro. [Aside.]

I might call him

It goes on, I

see,

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

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. [Aside.]

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!-[To FER.] 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!

And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you

The queen of Naples.

Pro.

Soft, Sir: one word more.

[Aside.] They are both in either's powers: but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning

Make the prize light. [To FER.] 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 man.

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

If the ill spirit have so fair a house,

Good things will strive to dwell with 't.

Pro. [To FER.] Follow me.-[To MIRA.]

Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-[To FER.] Come;

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.

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.

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.

Are then most humble: I have no ambition

To see a goodlier man.

Pro. [To FER.]

Come on; obey :

Thy nerves are in their infancy again,

And have no vigour in them.

Fer.

So they are:

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, nor 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 o' th' earth
Let liberty make use of; space enough
Have I in such a prison.

Pro. [Aside.] It works.—[To FER.] Come on.

Thou hast done well, fine Ariel-To FER.] Follow me.[To ARIEL] Hark, what thou else shalt do me.

Mira.

My father's of a better nature, Sir,

Than he appears by speech: this is unwonted,
Which now came from him.

Pro.

Be of comfort:

Thou shalt be as free

As mountain winds; but then, exactly do
All points of my command.

Ari.

To the syllable.

Pro. [To FER.] Come, follow.-[To MIRA.] Speak not for

him.

ACT II.

[Exeunt.

SCENE I.-Another part of the Island.

Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and Others.

Gon. Beseech you, Sir, be merry: you have cause