What shall I do? say what? what shall I do?

PRO. Go, make thyself like to a nymph o' th' 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.

Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;
Awake!
MIRA. [awaking] The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.

PRO.

Shake it off. Come on;

We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never

Yields us kind answer.

Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices

That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban!

Thou earth, thou! speak.

CAL. [Within.]

There's wood enough within.

PRO. 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.

PRO. Thou poisonous slave, come forth!

D

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!

PRO. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stiches 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 honey-comb, 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; would'st give me

Water with berries in 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,

And shew'd thee all the qualities o' the isle,

The fresh springs, brine pits, barren place, and fertile ;

Cursed be I that I 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 of the island.

PRO.

Thou most lying slave,

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 seek to violate

The honour of my child.

CAL. O ho, O ho!-'would it had been done!
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.

Which any print of goodness will 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 would'st 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 confin'd into this rock,

Who hadst deserv'd 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!

PRO.

Hag-seed, hence!

Fetch us 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!—

I must obey his art is of such power,
It would control my dam's god, Setebos,
And make a vassal of him.

[Aside.

PRO.

So, slave; hence!

[Exit CALIBAN.

Re-enter ARIEL invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following him.

ARIEL'S Song.

Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands :

Court'sied when you have, and kiss'd,

The wild waves whist,

Foot it featly here and there;

And, sweet sprites, the burden bear.

Hark, hark!

FER. Where should this music be? i' the air, or the earth?

It sounds no more;-and sure, it waits upon

Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father's wrack,
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 :

[Burden, ding-dong.

Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell.

FER. 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.

PRO. The fringed curtains of thine eye advance,

And say what thou seest yond'.

Lord, how it looks about! Believe me, sir,

It carries a brave form :-But 't is a spirit.

PRO. No, wench; it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses

As we have, such.

Was in the wrack;

This gallant, which thou seest,

and but he's something stained

With grief, that 's beauty's canker, thou might'st call him

A goodly person. He hath lost his fellows,

And strays about to find them.