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CALIBAN.
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 a firebrand, in the dark
This island's mine, Which thou tak'st from me.
When thou cam'st first, made much of me;
Wouldst give me water with berries in't; and teach me how
To name the bigger light that burn by day and night.
PROSPERO.
Abhorred slave,
I pitied thee, took pains to make thee speak,
When thou didst not know thine own meaning,
CALIBAN
And curse you for it!
PROSPERO
Therefore wast thou deservedly confin'd into this rock,
Who hadst deserv'd 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,
No more dams I'll make for fish;
Nor fetch in firing
At requiring,
Farewell, master; farewell, farewell! [Sings drunkenly]
Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish;
'Ban 'Ban, Ca--Caliban,
Has a new master--Get a new man.
TRINCULO.
A howling monster, a drunken monster.
CALIBAN.
As I told thee before, I am subject to a tyrant,
sorcerer, that by his cunning hath cheated me of the
island..
I say, by sorcery he got this isle;
Revenge it on him,--for I know, thou dar'st;
But this thing dare not,--
PROSPERO
This thing of darkness I acknowledge mine.
CALIBAN
No more dams I'll make for fish;
Nor fetch in firing
At requiring,
Farewell, master; farewell, farewell! [Sings drunkenly]
Nor scrape trenchering, nor wash dish;
'Ban 'Ban, Ca--Caliban,
Has a new master--Get a new man.
TRINCULO.
A howling monster, a drunken monster.
CALIBAN.
Why, as I told thee, 'tis a custom with him
I' th' afternoon to sleep: there thou may'st brain him,
Having first seiz'd his books; or with a log
Batter his skull, or paunch him with a stake,
Or cut his wezand with thy knife.
One spirit to command: they all do hate him.
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