Cursed be I that did so!All the charms Of Sycorax,toads,beetles,bats,light on you! For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king:and here you sty me In this hard rock,whiles you do keep from me The rest o'the island. PROSPERO Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move,not kindness!I have used thee, Filth as thou art,with human care,and lodged thee In mine own cell,till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child. CALIBAN 0 ho,0 ho!would't had been done! Thou didst prevent me;I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. PROSPERO Abhorred slave, Which any print of goodness wilt not take, Being capable of all ill!I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak,taught thee each hour One thing or other:when thou didst not,savage, Know thine own meaning,but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish,I endow'd thy purposes 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. CALIBAN 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! PROSPERO 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. CALIBAN No,pray thee
Cursed be I that did so! All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! For I am all the subjects that you have, Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest o' the island. PROSPERO Thou most lying slave, Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee, Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged thee In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate The honour of my child. CALIBAN O ho, O ho! would't had been done! Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else This isle with Calibans. PROSPERO Abhorred slave, Which any print of goodness wilt not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes 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. CALIBAN 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! PROSPERO 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. CALIBAN 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. PROSPERO So,slave;hence！ Exit CALIBAN Re-enter ARIEL,invisible,playing and singing:FERDINAND following ARIEL'S song. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have and kiss'd The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there; And,sweet sprites,the burthen bear. Hark,hark！ Burthen [dispersedly,within The watch-dogs bark! Burthen Bow-wow Hark,hark!I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry,Cock-a-diddle-dow. FERDINAND Where should this music be?i'the air or the earth? It sounds no more:and sure,it waits upon Some god o'the island.Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air:thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather.But'tis gone. No,it begins again. ARIEL sings Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made;
Aside I must obey: his art is of such power, It would control my dam's god, Setebos, and make a vassal of him. PROSPERO So, slave; hence! Exit CALIBAN Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following ARIEL'S song. Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have and kiss'd The wild waves whist, Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear. Hark, hark! Burthen [dispersedly, within The watch-dogs bark! Burthen Bow-wow Hark, hark! I hear The strain of strutting chanticleer Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow. FERDINAND Where should this music be? i' the air or the earth? It sounds no more: and sure, it waits upon Some god o' the island. Sitting on a bank, Weeping again the king my father's wreck, This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather. But 'tis gone. No, it begins again. ARIEL sings Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell Burthen Ding-dong Hark!now I hear them,--Ding-dong,bell. FERDINAND The ditty does remember my drown'd father. This is no mortal business,nor no sound That the earth owes.I hear it now above me. PROSPERO The fringed curtains of thine eye advance And say what thou seest yond. MIRANDA What is't?a spirit? Lord,how it looks about!Believe me,sir, It carries a brave form.But 'tis a spirit. PROSPERO No,wench;it eats and sleeps and hath such senses As we have,such.This gallant which thou seest Was in the wreck;and,but he's something stain'd With grief that's beauty's canker,thou mightst call him A goodly person:he hath lost his fellows And strays about to find'em. MIRANDA I might call him A thing divine,for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. PROSPERO [Aside]It goes on,I see, As my soul prompts it.Spirit,fine spirit!I'll free thee Within two days for this. FERDINAND Most sure,the goddess On whom these airs attend!Vouchsafe my prayer May know if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction give How I may bear me here:my prime request, Which I do last pronounce,is,0 you wonder! If you be maid or no? MIRANDA
Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell Burthen Ding-dong Hark! now I hear them,--Ding-dong, bell. FERDINAND The ditty does remember my drown'd father. This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes. I hear it now above me. PROSPERO The fringed curtains of thine eye advance And say what thou seest yond. MIRANDA What is't? a spirit? Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir, It carries a brave form. But 'tis a spirit. PROSPERO No, wench; it eats and sleeps and hath such senses As we have, such. This gallant which thou seest Was in the wreck; and, but he's something stain'd With grief that's beauty's canker, thou mightst call him A goodly person: he hath lost his fellows And strays about to find 'em. MIRANDA I might call him A thing divine, for nothing natural I ever saw so noble. PROSPERO [Aside] It goes on, I see, As my soul prompts it. Spirit, fine spirit! I'll free thee Within two days for this. FERDINAND Most sure, the goddess On whom these airs attend! Vouchsafe my prayer May know if you remain upon this island; And that you will some good instruction give How I may bear me here: my prime request, Which I do last pronounce, is, O you wonder! If you be maid or no? MIRANDA
No wonder,sir; But certainly a maid. FERDINAND My language!heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken. PROSPERO How?the best? What wert thou,if the King of Naples heard thee? FERDINAND A single thing,as I am now,that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples.He does hear me; And that he does I weep:myself am Naples, Who with mine eyes,never since at ebb,beheld The king my father wreck'd. MIRANDA Alack,for mercy! FERDINAND Yes,faith,and all his lords;the Duke of Milan And his brave son being twain. PROSPERO [Aside]The Duke of Milan And his more braver daughter could control thee, If now'twere fit to do't.At the first sight They have changed eyes.Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this. To FERDINAND A word,good sir; I fear you have done yourself some wrong:a word. MIRANDA Why speaks my father so ungently?This Is the third man that e'er I saw,the first That e'er I sigh'd for:pity move my father To be inclined my way！ FERDINAND 0,if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth,I'1l make you The queen of Naples. PROSPERO Soft,sir!one word more. Aside
No wonder, sir; But certainly a maid. FERDINAND My language! heavens! I am the best of them that speak this speech, Were I but where 'tis spoken. PROSPERO How? the best? What wert thou, if the King of Naples heard thee? FERDINAND A single thing, as I am now, that wonders To hear thee speak of Naples. He does hear me; And that he does I weep: myself am Naples, Who with mine eyes, never since at ebb, beheld The king my father wreck'd. MIRANDA Alack, for mercy! FERDINAND Yes, faith, and all his lords; the Duke of Milan And his brave son being twain. PROSPERO [Aside] The Duke of Milan And his more braver daughter could control thee, If now 'twere fit to do't. At the first sight They have changed eyes. Delicate Ariel, I'll set thee free for this. To FERDINAND A word, good sir; I fear you have done yourself some wrong: a word. MIRANDA Why speaks my father so ungently? This Is the third man that e'er I saw, the first That e'er I sigh'd for: pity move my father To be inclined my way! FERDINAND O, if a virgin, And your affection not gone forth, I'll make you The queen of Naples. PROSPERO Soft, sir! one word more. Aside
They are both in either's powers;but this swift business I must uneasy make,lest too light winning Make the prize light. To FERDINAND One word more;I charge thee That thou attend me:thou dost here usurp The name thou owest not;and hast put thyself Upon this island as a spy,to win it From me,the lord on't. FERDINAND No,as I am a man. MIRANDA There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't. PROSPERO Follow me. 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 The fresh-brook muscles,wither'd roots and husks Wherein the acorn cradled.Follow. FERDINAND No: I will resist such entertainment till Mine enemy has more power. Draws,and is charmed from moving MIRANDA 0 dear father, Make not too rash a trial of him,for He's gentle and not fearful. PROSPERO What?I say, My foot my tutor?Put thy sword up,traitor; Who makest a show but darest not strike,thy conscience Is so possess'd with guilt:come from thy ward, For I can here disarm thee with this stick And make thy weapon drop. MIRANDA Beseech you,father. PROSPERO
They are both in either's powers; but this swift business I must uneasy make, lest too light winning Make the prize light. To FERDINAND One word more; I charge thee That thou attend me: thou dost here usurp The name thou owest not; and hast put thyself Upon this island as a spy, to win it From me, the lord on't. FERDINAND No, as I am a man. MIRANDA There's nothing ill can dwell in such a temple: If the ill spirit have so fair a house, Good things will strive to dwell with't. PROSPERO Follow me. 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 The fresh-brook muscles, wither'd roots and husks Wherein the acorn cradled. Follow. FERDINAND No; I will resist such entertainment till Mine enemy has more power. Draws, and is charmed from moving MIRANDA O dear father, Make not too rash a trial of him, for He's gentle and not fearful. PROSPERO What? I say, My foot my tutor? Put thy sword up, traitor; Who makest a show but darest not strike, thy conscience Is so possess'd with guilt: come from thy ward, For I can here disarm thee with this stick And make thy weapon drop. MIRANDA Beseech you, father. PROSPERO