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Thou know'st, was banish’d; for one thing she did,
Ari. Ay, sir.
she died, And left thee there; where thou did'st 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 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.
A dozen years ;
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: I will be correspondent to command, And do my spiriting gently. Pro.
Do so; and after two days I will discharge thee. Ari.
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
Shake it off: Come on;
'Tis a villain, sir,
But, as ’tis,
What ho! slave! Caliban!
Cal. [Within] There's wood enough within, Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for
4 Do without.
thee : Come forth, thou tortoise! when ?
Re-enter ARIEL, like a water-nymph.
Fine apparition ! My quaint Ariel,
My lord, it shall be done. [Exit. Pro. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself Upon thy wicked dam, come forth !
Cal. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd
all o'er ! Pro. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have
cramps, Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up;
urchins 5 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 thon 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 To name the bigger light, and how the less,
That burn by day and night: and then I lov'd thee,
Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness: I have us’d
Cal. You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse : the red plague rid 6
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? 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! I must obey : his art is of such power,
[Aside. It would control my dam's god, Setebos, And make a vassal of him. Pro.
So, slave; hence !
Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing ;
(The wild waves whist)?
Hark, hark !
The watch-dogs bark:
Hark, hark! I hear
7 Still, silent.