Ay, that I will; and I'll be wise hereafter
And seek for grace. What a thrice-double ass
Was I, to take this drunkard for a god
And worship this dull fool!

I shall be pinch'd to death.

O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed!
How fine my master is! I am afraid
He will chastise me.

I will have none on't: we shall lose our time,
And all be turn'd to barnacles, or to apes
With foreheads villanous low.

The dropsy drown this fool I what do you mean
To dote thus on such luggage? Let's alone
And do the murder first: if he awake,
From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with pinches,
Make us strange stuff.

Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.

Prithee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here,
This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter.
Do that good mischief which may make this island
Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
For aye thy foot-licker.

Good my lord, give me thy favour still.
Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to
Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak softly.
All's hush'd as midnight yet.

Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not
Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell.

When Prospero is destroyed.

Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming ...

Art thou afeard?

That's not the tune.

Thou makest me merry; I am full of pleasure:
Let us be jocund: will you troll the catch
You taught me but while-ere?

Within this half hour will he be asleep:
Wilt thou destroy him then?

Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant.
And bring thee forth brave brood.

Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him,
I' th' afternoon to sleep: there thou mayst brain him,
Having first seized his books, or with a log
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
Or cut his wezand with thy knife. Remember
First to possess his ...

Beat him enough: after a little time
I'll beat him too.

Ha, ha, ha!

What a pied ninny's this! Thou scurvy patch!
I do beseech thy greatness, give him blows
And take his bottle from him: when that's gone
He shall drink nought but brine; for I'll not show him
Where the quick freshes are.

Yea, yea, my lord: I'll yield him thee asleep,
Where thou mayst knock a nail into his bead.

Thou shalt be lord of it and I'll serve thee.

I say, by sorcery he got this isle;
From me he got it. if thy greatness will
Revenge it on him,--for I know thou darest,
But this thing dare not,--

Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou: I would my
valiant master would destroy thee! I do not lie.

As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant, a
sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the island.

I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased to
hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?

Lo, lo, again! bite him to death, I prithee.

Lo, how he mocks me! wilt thou let him, my lord?

How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe.
I'll not serve him; he's not valiant.

No more dams I'll make for fish
Nor fetch in firing
At requiring;
Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish
'Ban, 'Ban, Cacaliban
Has a new master: get a new man.
Freedom, hey-day! hey-day, freedom! freedom,
hey-day, freedom!

Sings drunkenly
Farewell master; farewell, farewell!

I prithee, let me bring thee where crabs grow;
And I with my long nails will dig thee pignuts;
Show thee a jay's nest and instruct thee how
To snare the nimble marmoset; I'll bring thee
To clustering filberts and sometimes I'll get thee
Young scamels from ...

I'll show thee the best springs; I'll pluck thee berries;
I'll fish for thee and get thee wood enough.
A plague upon the tyrant that I serve!
I'll bear him no more sticks, but follow thee,
Thou wondrous man.

I'll kiss thy foot; I'll swear myself thy subject.

I'll show thee every fertile inch o' th' island;
And I will kiss thy foot: I prithee, be my god.

I have seen thee in her and I do adore thee:
My mistress show'd me thee and thy dog and thy bush.

Hast thou not dropp'd from heaven?

I'll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject;
for the liquor is not earthly.

Aside These be fine things, an if they be
not sprites.
That's a brave god and bears celestial liquor.
I will kneel to him.

Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I
know it by thy trembling: now Prosper works upon thee.

Do not torment me, prithee; I'll bring my wood home faster.

The spirit torments me; Oh!

Do not torment me: Oh!

All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper 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 ...

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.

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!

O ho, O ho! would't had been done!
Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.

I must eat my dinner.
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,
Thou strokedst 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 ...

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!

Within There's wood enough within.