CALIBAN'S CURSES. 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-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 honeycombs, 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 taks't from me. When thou cam❜st first, Thou strok'dst me, and mad'st much of me; would'st give me Water with berries in't; and teach me how Cursed be I that did so!-All the charms Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me CALIBAN'S EXULTATION AFTER PROSPERO TELLS HIM HE SOUGHT TO VIOLATE THE HONour of O ho, O ho!-'would it nad been done! MUSIC. Where should this music be? i'the air, or the earth, It sounds no more:-and sure, it waits upon *Faries. Some god of the island. Sitting on a bank, ARIEL'S SONG. Full fathom five thy father lies; Hark! now I hear them,-ding-dong, bell. My spirits, as in a dream, are all bound up. ACT II. DESCRIPTION OF FERDINAND'S SWIMMING ASHORE. I saw him beat the surges under him, The surge most swoln that met him; his bold head SLEEP. Do not omit the heavy offer of it; A FINE APOSIOPESIS. They fell together all, as by consent; They dropp'd, as by a thunder-stroke. What might, Worthy Sebastian?-O, what might?-No more:And yet, methinks, I see it in thy face, What thou should'st be: the occasion speaks thee: and My strong imagination sees a crown CALIBAN'S CURSES. All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prospero fall, and make him By inch-meal a disease! His spirits hear me, And yet I needs must curse. But they'll nor pinch, Fright me with urchin shows, pitch me i' the mire, Nor lead me, like a fire-brand, in the dark Out of my way, unless he bid them; but For every trifle are they set upon me: Sometimes like apes, that moe* and chatter at me, And after, bite me; then like hedge-hogs, which Lie tumbling in my bare-foot way, and mount Their pricks at my foot-fall; sometime am I All wound with adders, who, with cloven tongues, Do hiss me into madness: Lo! now! lo! Here comes a spirit of his; and to torment me, For bringing wood in slowly; I'll fall flat: Perchance he will not mind me. SATIRE ON ENGLISH CURIOSITY. Were I in England now (as once I was,) and had but this fish painted, not a holiday-fool there but would give a piece of silver; there would this monster make a man; any strange beast there makes a man: when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian. CALIBAN'S PROMISES. I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee ber ries; I'll fish for thee, and get thee wood enough.. A plague upon the tyrant that I serve! * Make mouths. Pll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee, I pr'ythee, let me bring thee where crabs grow; ACT III. FERDINAND. There be some sports are painful; but their labour Delight in them sets off: some kinds of baseness Are nobly undergone; and most poor matters Point to rich ends. This my mean task would be As heavy to me, as 'tis odious; but The mistress which I serve, quickens what's dead, And makes my labours pleasures: O, she is Ten times more gentle than her father's crabbed; And he's composed of harshness. I must remove Some thousands of these logs, and pile them up, Upon a sore injunction: My sweet mistress Weeps when she sees me work: and says, such base ness Had ne'er like executor. forget: But these sweet thoughts do even refresh my labours; Enter MIRANDA; and PROSPERO at a distance. Work not so hard: I would the lightning had He's safe for these three hours. Fer. O most dear mistress, The sun will set, before I shall discharge, What I must strive to do. Mira. If you'll sit down, I'll bear your logs the while: Pray give me that * Sea-gulls. I'll carry it to the pile. Fer.. No, precious creature: I had rather crack my sinews, break my back, Than you should such dishonour undergo, While I sit lazy by. Mira. As well as it does you: It would become me and I should do it With much more ease; for my good will is to it, And yours against. Pro. Poor worm! thou art infected; This visitation shows it. Mira. You look wearily. Fer. No, noble mistress; 'tis fresh morning with me, When you are by at night. I do beseech you, (Chiefly, that I might set it in your prayers,) What is your name? Mira. Miranda:-O my father, I have broke your hest* to say so! Fer. Admir'd Miranda! Indeed the top of admiration; worth What's dearest to the world! Full many a lady I have ey'd with best regard; and many a time The harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear; for several virtues Have I lik'd several women; never any With so full soul, but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she ow'd,f And put it to the foil: But you, O you, So perfect and so peerless, are created Of every creature's best. Mira. I do not know One of my sex; no woman's face remember, |