ACT 1
Scene 2
...earth, thou, speak!
within
There’s wood enough within.
...dam, come forth!
Enter 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 you
And blister you all o’er.
...that made ’em.
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.
...of my child.
O ho, O ho! Would ’t had been done!
Thou didst prevent me. I had peopled else
This isle with Calibans.
...than a prison.
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!
...at thy din.
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.
...So, slave, hence.
Caliban exits.
ACT 2
Scene 2
...seek thy son.
Enter Caliban with a burden of wood. A noise of thunder heard.
All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make him
By inchmeal 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’ th’ mire,
Nor lead me like a firebrand in the dark
Out of my way, unless he bid ’em. But
For every trifle are they set upon me,
Sometimes like apes, that mow and chatter at me
And after bite me; then like hedgehogs, which
Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount
Their pricks at my footfall. 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.
He lies down and covers himself with a cloak.
...my comfort. Drinks.
Do not torment me! O!
...breathes at’ nostrils.
The spirit torments me. O!
...on neat’s leather.
Do not torment me, prithee. I’ll bring my
wood home faster.
...and that soundly.
Thou dost me yet but little hurt. Thou wilt
anon; I know it by thy trembling. Now Prosper
works upon thee.
...and that soundly.
Caliban drinks.
...ague. Come.
Caliban drinks.
...is not constant.
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.
He crawls out from under the cloak.
...was cast ashore.
I’ll swear upon that bottle to be thy true
subject, for the liquor is not earthly.
...does thine ague?
Hast thou not dropped from heaven?
...when time was.
I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee.
My mistress showed me thee, and thy dog, and thy
bush.
...new contents. Swear.
Caliban drinks.
...in good sooth!
I’ll show thee every fertile inch o’ th’ island,
and I will kiss thy foot. I prithee, be my god.
...rob his bottle.
I’ll kiss thy foot. I’ll swear myself thy subject.
...Down, and swear.
Caliban kneels.
...An abominable monster.
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.
...a poor drunkard.
standing
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 the rock. Wilt thou go with me?
...and by again.
sings drunkenly
Farewell, master, farewell, farewell.
...a drunken monster.
sings
No more dams I’ll make for fish,
Nor fetch in firing
At requiring,
Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish.
’Ban, ’ban, Ca-caliban
Has a new master. Get a new man.
Freedom, high-day! High-day, freedom! Freedom,
high-day, freedom!
...Lead the way.
They exit.
ACT 3
Scene 2
...Much business appertaining.
Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo.
...in thy head.
Caliban drinks.
...a good mooncalf.
How does thy Honor? Let me lick thy shoe. I’ll
not serve him; he is not valiant.
...half a monster?
Lo, how he mocks me! Wilt thou let him, my
lord?
...such a natural!
Lo, lo again! Bite him to death, I prithee.
...not suffer indignity.
I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased
to harken once again to the suit I made to thee?
...Enter Ariel, invisible.
kneeling
As I told thee before, I am subject
to a tyrant, a sorcerer, that by his cunning hath
cheated me of the island.
... Thou liest.
to Trinculo
Thou liest, thou jesting monkey,
thou. He stands.
I would my valiant master would
destroy thee. I do not lie.
...stands aside. Proceed.
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 dar’st,
But this thing dare not.
...That’s most certain.
Thou shalt be lord of it, and I’ll serve thee.
...to the party?
Yea, yea, my lord. I’ll yield him thee asleep,
Where thou mayst knock a nail into his head.
...Thou canst not.
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 naught but brine, for I’ll not show him
Where the quick freshes are.
...take your fingers!
Ha, ha, ha!
...stand further off.
Beat him enough. After a little time
I’ll beat him too.
...away. Come, proceed.
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 weasand with thy knife. Remember
First to possess his books, for without them
He’s but a sot, as I am, nor hath not
One spirit to command. They all do hate him
As rootedly as I. Burn but his books.
He has brave utensils—for so he calls them—
Which, when he has a house, he’ll deck withal.
And that most deeply to consider is
The beauty of his daughter. He himself
Calls her a nonpareil. I never saw a woman
But only Sycorax my dam and she;
But she as far surpasseth Sycorax
As great’st does least.
...brave a lass?
Ay, lord, she will become thy bed, I warrant,
And bring thee forth brave brood.
...in thy head.
Within this half hour will he be asleep.
Wilt thou destroy him then?
...tell my master.
Thou mak’st me merry. I am full of pleasure.
Let us be jocund. Will you troll the catch
You taught me but whilere?
...Thought is free.
That’s not the tune.
...Mercy upon us!
Art thou afeard?
...monster, not I.
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 sometimes voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again; and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me, that when I waked
I cried to dream again.
...music for nothing.
When Prospero is destroyed.
...I’ll follow, Stephano.
They exit.
ACT 4
Scene 1
...on this line.
Enter Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo, all wet, as Prospero and Ariel look on.
Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole
may not hear a footfall. We now are near his cell.
...a lost monster.
Good my lord, give me thy favor still.
Be patient, for the prize I’ll bring thee to
Shall hoodwink this mischance. Therefore speak softly.
All’s hushed as midnight yet.
...for my labor.
Prithee, my king, be quiet. Seest thou here,
This is the mouth o’ th’ cell. No noise, and enter.
Do that good mischief which may make this island
Thine own forever, and I, thy Caliban,
For aye thy foot-licker.
...is for thee!
Let it alone, thou fool. It is but trash.
...shall have it.
The dropsy drown this fool! What do you mean
To dote thus on such luggage? Let ’t alone,
And do the murder first. If he awake,
From toe to crown he’ll fill our skins with pinches,
Make us strange stuff.
...with the rest.
I will have none on ’t. We shall lose our time
And all be turned to barnacles or to apes
With foreheads villainous low.
...there! Hark, hark!
Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo are driven off.
ACT 5
Scene 1
...you remember not.
Enter Ariel, driving in Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo in their stolen apparel.
...a goodly sight.
O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed! How
fine my master is! I am afraid he will chastise me.
...I Acknowledge mine.
I shall be pinched to death.
...trim it handsomely.
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!
...stole it, rather.
Caliban, Stephano, and Trinculo exit.