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 brushed And blister you all o'er! Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, 2 Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins 1 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; 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 loved thee, And showed thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile ; Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! 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 used thee, 1 Urchins were fairies of a particular class. Hedgehogs were also called urchins; and it is probable that the sprites were so named, because they were of a mischievous kind, the urchin being anciently deemed a very noxious animal. 2 That vast of night is that space of night. So, in Hamlet: "In the dead waste and middle of the night.” 23 Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodged thee Cal. O ho, Ŏ ho!-'would it had been done! 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, natures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Who hadst deserved more than a prison. Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse: The red plague rid1 you, For learning me your language! Pro. Hag-seed, hence! What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps; Cal. No, 'pray thee! I must obey: his art is of such power, Pro. [Aside 1 Destroy. 2 The word aches is evidently a dissyllable here. 3«The giants, when they found themselves fettered, roared like bulls, and cried upon Setebos to help them."-Eden's Hist. of Travayle, 1577. p. 434. Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing. ARIEL'S SONG. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Curt'sied when you have, and kissed, (The wild waves whist,1) Foot it featly, here and there, And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Hark, hark! Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. The watch-dogs bark: Bur. Bowgh, wowgh. Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticlere Cry, Cock-a-doodle-doo. [Dispersedly. [Dispersedly. 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; [Burden, ding-dong, Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. 1 Still, silent. And, that he does, I weep: myself am Naples; Mira. Alack, for mercy! Fer. Yes, faith, and all his lords; the duke of Milan And his brave son, being twain. The duke of Milan, [Aside. Pro. I fear, you have done yourself some wrong: 2 a word. Is the third man that e'er I saw; the first That e'er I sighed for: pity move my father Fer. O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you Pro. Soft, sir; one word more. They are both in either's powers: but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning [Aside. Make the prize light.-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 an house, Good things will strive to dwell with 't. Pro. Follow me.-[To FERD. Speak not you for him; he's a traitor.-Come. I'll manacle thy neck and feet together; Sea-water shalt thou drink, thy food shall be |