Ari. Safely in harbour Is the king's ship; in the deep nook, where once Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, Supposing that they saw the king's ship wreck'd, Pros. Ariel, thy charge Exactly is perform'd: but there's more work. What is the time o' the day? Ari. Past the mid season. 230 Pros. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now Must by us both be spent most preciously. 241 Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promised, Which is not yet perform'd me. Pros. What is 't thou canst demand? Ari. How now? moody? My liberty. Pros. Before the time be out? no more! Remember I have done thee worthy service; I prithee, Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, served Pros. Thou dost, and think'st it much to tread the ooze Of the salt deep, To run upon the sharp wind of the north, To do me business in the veins o' the earth Ari. Pros. I do not, sir. 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. 260 Pros. Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell me. Ari. Sir, in Argier. Pros. O, was she so? I must Once in a month recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax, For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible To enter human hearing, from Argier, Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did Pros. This blue-eyed hag was hither brought with child Ari. Ay, sir. And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave, As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant; 271 And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, A dozen years; within which space she died 280 And left thee there; where thou didst vent thy 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 Pros. 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 Ari. I thank thee, master. Pros. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak What shall I do? say what; what shall I do? 290 300 Pros. Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subject To no sight but thine and mine, invisible To every eyeball else. Go take this shape And hither come in 't: go, hence with diligence! [Exit Ariel. Mir. The strangeness of your story put Pros. Shake it off. Come on; We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never Yields us kind answer. Mir. I do not love to look on. Pros. 'Tis a villain, sir, But, as 'tis, We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, Fetch in our wood and serves in offices That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban 310 Cal. [Within.] There's wood enough within. Pros. Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee: Come, 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. 321 Pros. 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 With raven's feather from unwholesome fen Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye And blister you all o'er! Pros. 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 honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em. 330 Cal. I must eat my dinner. This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, Which thou takest from me. Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give me When thou camest first, 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 The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile: 340 Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me Pros. Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee, In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate Cal. O ho, O ho! would't had been done! Which any print of goodness wilt not take, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes 350 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 confined into this rock, 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 rid you For learning me your language! Pros. 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. 361 370 Pros. So, slave; hence! [Exit Caliban. |