In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting, Pro. Of the king's ship, The mariners, say, how thou hast dispos'd, Safely in harbour Ari. Whom, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, 2 Ariel, thy charge Pro. Ari. Past the mid season. Pro. At least two glasses: the time 'twixt six and now, Must by us both be spent most preciously. Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, Which is not yet perform'd me. Pro. What is't thou can'st demand? Ari. How now ? moody? My liberty. Pro. Before the time be out? no more. Ari. I pray thee Remember, I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, serv'd Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise To bate me a full year. Dost thou forget + Wave. From what a torment I did free thee? Ari. Pro. Thou dost; and think'st No. It much, to tread the ooze of the salt deep; Ari. I do not, sir. Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who, with age, and envy, Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? Ari. No, sir. Pro. Thou hast where was she born? speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier*. Pro. O, was she so? I must, Once in a month, recount what thou hast been, Thou know'st, was banish'd; for one thing she did, Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, To act her earthly and abhorr'd commands, Into a cloven pine; within which rift A dozen years; within which space she died, 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. 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. Pardon, master : Pro. I will discharge thee. Ari. 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 Heaviness in me. Pro. We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never Yields us kind answer. Mira. Shake it off: come on; 'Tis a villain, sir, But, as 'tis, I do not love to look on. Pro. We cannot miss* him he does make our fire, Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. Come forth, thou tortoise! when? Re-enter Ariel, like a water-nymph. Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Ari. My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil him self 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; urchins+ 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, 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 The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile ; Curs'd be I that did so!-All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me 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 One thing or other : when thou didst not, savage, 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 wert best, To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice? * Destroy.* |