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PROSPERO:

Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself

Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!

[Enter CALIBAN]

CALIBAN:

As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed

With raven's feather from unwholesome fen

Drop on you both! A southwest blow on ye,

And blister you all o'er!

PROSPERO:

For this be sure tonight thou shalt have cramps,

Side-stiches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins

Shall forth at vast of night, that they may work

All exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinched

As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging

Than bees that made 'em.

CALIBAN:

I must eat my dinner.

This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,

Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cam'st first,

Thou strok'st me and made 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 showed 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.

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.

MIRANDA:

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 endowed 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 was 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