Enter Caliban. Cal. As wicked dew, as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholefome fen, Drop on you both! a fouth-west blow on ye, And blifter you all o'er! Pro. For this, be fure, to-night thou fhalt have cramps, As thick as honey-combs, each pinch more stinging Cal. I must eat my dinner. This ifland's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou tak'ft from me. When thou camest first, Thou ftroak'dft me, and mad'ft much of me; would'st give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the lefs, 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; Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Who firft was mine own king: and here you fty me Pro. Thou moft lying flave, 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 feek to violate The honour of my child. Cal. Oh ho, oh ho!-wou'd it had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This ifle with Calibans. Pro. Abhorred flave; 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 vild race Defervedly confin'd into this rock, Who hadft deferv'd more than a prison. k Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curfe: The red plague rid you, For learning me your language! Pro. Hag-feed, hence! Fetch us in fewel; and be quick, thou we'rt beft, What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Cal. No, 'pray thee !— I must obey his art is of fuch power, [Afide. & could'ft not. h fhew thy. vild race]-vile, crabbed difpofiticn. * The red plague rid you,]-The plague, in its utmost virulence, blast and deftroy you.-The Erysipelas was fo called. "Now the red peftilence strike all trades in Rome." CORIOLANUS, A& IV, S. 1. Vol. It would controul my dam's god 'Setebos, And make a vaffal of him! Pro. So, flave; hence! [Exit Caliban. Enter Ferdinand at the remoteft part of the stage, and Ariel invifible, playing and finging. Ariel's Song. Come unto thefe yellow fands, And then take bands: Court'fied when you have, and kiss'd, m Foot it featly here and there; And, fweet Sprites, the burden bear. Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. The watch-dogs bark: Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. Hark, bark! I hear ["difperfedly. The ftrains of ftrutting chanticlere Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. Fer. Where fhould this mufick be? i' the air, or the earth? It founds no more:-and fure, it waits upon 1 Setebos,]-a demon dreaded by the Patagons. difperfedly.]-from different parts of the stage, Ariel's Song. Full fathom five thy father lies, 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 found That the earth owes :-I hear it now above me. Pro. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And fay, what thou feeft yond'. Mira. What is't? a fpirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, fir, It carries a brave form :-But 'tis a fpirit. Pro. No, wench; it eats, and fleeps, and hath fuch fenfes As we have, fuch: This gallant, which.thou feest, Was in the wreck; and, but he's fomething ftain'd And strays about to find them. Mira. I might call him A thing divine; for nothing natural I ever faw fo noble. Pro. It goes on, I fee, [Afide. As my foul prompts it :-Spirit, fine fpirit, I'll free thee Within two days for this. Fer. Moft fure, the goddess [Seeing Mira. On whom these airs attend !-Vouchfafe, my prayer oves]-for this word, which occurs frequently in our author, we now constantly write own, when it relates to poffeflion. May remain upon this island; May know, if you And that you will fome good inftruction give, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you If you be 'maid, or no? Mira. No wonder, fir; But, certainly a maid. Fer. My language! heavens ! wonder! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Pro. How! the best? What wert thou, if the king of Naples heard thee? Mira. Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan, And his brave fon, being twain. Pro. The duke of Milan, And his more braver daughter, could controul thee, They have chang'd eyes :-Delicate Ariel, [Afide to Ariel. I'll fet thee free for this.--A word, good fir; I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: a word- That e'er I figh'd for: pity move my father P maid]-made; a woman, a created being. 9 controul]-contradict, confute. fome wrong:]-in fuppofing yourfelf king of Naples. Fer. |