Ariel
My lord it shall be done.
Exit.
Prospero
Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
Caliban
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!
Prospero
For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,
All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch’d
As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made ’em.
Caliban
This island’s mine, by Sycorax my mother,