The Tempest Caliban Lines

What ho! Slave! Caliban! Thou earth, thou! Speak. There’s wood enough within.
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!
The honour of my child. Oh ho! Oh ho! Would’t had been done. Thou didst prevent me; I had peopl’d else this isle with Calibans.
I endow’d thy purposes with words that made them known. You taught me your language, and my profit on’t is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you for learning me your language!
That beasts shall tremble at thy din. No, pray thee. [Aside] I must obey. His art is of such pow’r, it would control my dam’s god, Setebos, and make a vassal of him
This is a scurvy tune too; but here’s my comfort. Do not torment me. O!
I have not scap’d drowning to be afeared now of your four legs The spirit torments me. O!
He’s a present for any emperor that ever trod on neat’s leather. Do not torment me, prithee; I’ll bring my wood home faster.
He shall pay for him that hath him, and that soundly Thou dost me yet but little hurt; thou wilt anon, I know it by thy trembling; now Prosper works upon thee.
Prithee, do not turn me about; my stomach is not constant. These be fine things, if they not be sprites. That’s a brave god, and bears celestial liquor! I will kneel to him.
I escap’d upon a butt of sack, which the sailors heaved o’erboard- I’ll swear upon that bottle to be thy true subject, for the liquor is not earthly.
How now, moon-calf! How does thine ague? Hast thou not dropp’d from heaven?
I was the Man in the Moon, when time was. I have seen thee in her, and I do adore thee. My mistress show’d me thee, and thy dog and thy bush.
Well drawn monster, in good sooth! I’ll show thee every fertile inch o’ th’ island; I prithee be my god.
By this light, a most perfidious and drunken monster! I’ll kiss thy foot; I’ll swear myself thy subject.
Fellow Trinculo, we’ll fill him by and by again [Sings Drunkenly] Farewell, master; farewell, farewell!
A howling monster; a drunken monster! 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!
Moon-calf, speak once in thy life, if thou beest a good moon-calf. How does thy honour? Let me lick thy shoe. I’ll not serve him; he is not valiant.
Why, thou debosh’d fish, thou, wilt thou tell a monstrous lie, being but half fish and half a monster? Lo, how he mocks me! Wilt thou let him, my lord?
‘Lord’ quoth he! That a monster should be such a natural! Lo, lo again! Bite him to death, I prithee.
The poor monster’s my subject, and he shall not suffer indignity. I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou pleas’d to hearken once again to the suit I made to thee?
I will stand, and so shall Trinculo. 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. Thou liest, thou jesting monkey, thou; I would my valiant master would destroy thee. I do not lie!
Mum, then, and no more. 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.
Canst thou bring me to the party? Yea, yea, my lord; I’ll yield him thee asleep, where thou mayst knock a nail into his head.
Thou liest; 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 nought but brine; for I’ll not show him where the quick freshes are.
A murrain on your monster, and the devil take your fingers! Ha, ha, ha!
Now, forward with your tale. -Prithee stand further off Beat him enough; after a little time, I’ll beat him too!
Is it so brave a lass? Ay, lord; she will become thy bed, I warrant, and bring thee forth brave brood.
keep a good tongue in thy head. Within this half hour will he be asleep. Wilt thou destroy him then?
This will I tell my master. Thou mak’st me merry; I am full of pleasure. Let us be jocund; will you roll the catch you taught me but while-ere?
Thought is free. That’s not the tune.
Mercy upon us! Art thou afeared?
This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing. When Prospero is destroy’d.
I will plague them all, even to roaring. SCENE 15 Pray you, tread softly, that the blind mole may not hear a foot fall; we now are near his cell.
Thou wert but a lost monster. 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’s as midnight yet.
There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss. 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 for ever and I, thy Caliban, for aye thy foot-licker.
Look what wardrobe here is for thee! Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash.
Thy Grace shall have it. The dropsy drown this fool! What do you mean to dot thus on such luggage? Let ‘t alone, and do the murder first. If he awake, from toe to crown he” fill our skins with pinches; make us strange stuff.
O King Stephano! I will have none of this! We shall lose our time, and all be turn’d to barnacles, or to apes with foreheads villainous low.
If these be true spies which I wear in my head, here’s a goodly sight. O Setebos, these be brave spirits indeed! How fine my master is! I am afraid he will chastise me.
This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine. I shall be pinch’d to death!
To have my pardon, 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!
Each pinch more stinging than a bee’s! I must eat my dinner…The rest o’ th’ island.
SCENE 8 All the infections that the sun sucks up…Perchance he will not mind me.
But that poor monster’s in drink. An abominable monster! I’ll show thee the best springs…Thou wondrous man.
A most ridiculous monster, to make a wonder of a poor drunkard! I prithee let me bring thee… Wilt thou go with me?
Stand farther. Come, proceed. Why, as I told thee…As great’st does least.
No, monster, not I. Be not afeared…I cried to dream again.
July 15, 2019