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Of the King's ship, the mariners,

say how thou hast disposed

Safely in harbour is the King's ship

in the deep nook, there she's hid

the mariners all under hatches stow'd,

who, with a charm, I have left asleep

Ariel, thy charge exactly is perform'd

but there's more work

What is the time o' the day?

- Past the mid season

- At least two glasses

The time 'twixt six and now must by

us both be spent most preciously

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

How now? Moody?

What is't thou canst demand?

My liberty

Before the time be out? No more!

I prithee, remember

I have done thee worthy service

thou didst promise to bate me a full year

Dost thou forget from what

a torment I did free thee?

- No

- Thou dost

- I do not, ma'am

- Thou liest, malignant thing!

Hast thou forgot the foul witch Sycorax

hast thou forgot her?

- No, ma'am

- Thou hast

Where was she born? Speak! Tell me

Ma'am, in Algiers

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 Algiers, thou know'st,

was banish'd Is not this true?

Ay, ma'am

This blue-eyed hag was

hither brought with child

and here was left by the sailors

Thou, my slave, as thou report'st

thyself, wast then her servant

And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate to

act her earthy and abhorr'd commands

she did confine thee into a cloven pine

within which rift imprison'd thou didst

painfully remain a dozen years

within which space she died

and left thee there

thou best knows what a torment

I did found thee

thy groans did make wolves howl

and penetrate the breasts

of ever angry bears

It was mine art,

when I arrived and heard thee

that made gape the pine,

and let thee out

I thank thee, master

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

Pardon, master

I will be correspondent to the command

- and do my spiriting gently

- Do so

and after two days I will discharge thee

That's my noble master!

What shall I do? Say what?

What shall I do?

Go make thyself like a nymph o' the sea

Be subject to no sight but thine or mine,

invisible to every eyeball else

Go! Hence with diligence!

Awake, dear heart, awake!

Thou hast slept well. Awake!

The strangeness of your story put

heaviness in me

Shake it off. Come on

We'll visit with Caliban, my slave

who never yields us kind answer

'Tis a villain, ma'am,

I do not love to look on

But, as 'tis, we cannot miss him

He does make our fire,

fetches in our wood

and serves in offices that profit us

What, ho! Slave!

Caliban! Thou earth, thou! Speak

- There's wood enough within!

- Come forth, I say!

I must eat my dinner

There's other business for thee.

Come, thou tortoise! When?

Thou poisonous slave, got by the

devil himself upon thy wicked dam

Come forth!

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!

For this, be sure, to-night thou

shalt have cramps

side-stitches that shall pen

thy breath up

Urchins shall work all exercise on thee

thou shalt be pinch'd as thick as

honeycomb

each pinch more stinging

than bees that made 'em

This island is mine by Sycorax my

mother, which thou tak'st from me

When thou camest first, thou strok'st

me and madest 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 show'd

thee all the qualities o' th' isle

the fresh springs, brine-pits

barren place and fertile

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' th' island

Thou most lying slave, whom

stripes may move, not kindness!

I have used thee, with humane care,

lodged thee in mine own cell

till thou didst seek to violate

the honour of my child

Would't had been done!

Thou didst prevent me: I had peopled

else this isle with Calibans

Abhorred slave

which any print of goodness

wilt not take

I pitied thee

took pains to make thee speak

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!

Hagseed, hence!

Fetch us in fuel. 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

No, pray thee

I must obey. Her art is of such power

So, slave:
Hence!

Come unto these darkened sands

and then take hands

Curtsied when you have and kiss'd

the wild waves whist

foot it featly here and there

and, sweet sprites, the burden bear

Hark, hark! The watchdogs bark!

Hark, hark! The watchdogs bark!

Where should this music be?

I' th' air or th' earth?

It sounds no more: And sure,

it waits upon some god o' th' island

Thence I have follow'd it,

or it hath drawn me rather

but 'tis gone

No, it begins again

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

The ballard does remember

my drown'd father

This is no mortal business, nor no

sound that the earth owes

I hear it now above me

The fringed curtains of thine eye

advance and say...

say what thou seest yond

What is't? A spirit?

No, child:
It eats and sleeps and hath

such senses as we have, such

This gallant which thou seest

was in the wreck

I might call him a thing divine, for

nothing natural I ever saw so noble

It goes on, I see, as my soul prompts it

Oh spirit, fine spirit! I'll free

thee within two days for this

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?

No wonder, sir, but certainly a maid

My language! Heavens!

I am the best of them

that speak this speech

were I but where 'tis spoken

How? The best?

What wert thou, if the King

of Naples heard thee?

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

Alack, for mercy!

Yes, faith, and all his lords

At the first sight they have

changed eyes

Delicate Ariel,

I'll set thee free for this

A word, good sir

I fear you have done yourself

some wrong. A word!

Why speaks my mother so ungently?

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