Prospero
Hag-seed, hence!
Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou’rt best,
To answer other business. Shrug’st thou, malice?
If thou neglect’st or dost unwillingly
What I command, I’ll rack thee with old cramps,
Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar
That beasts shall tremble at thy din.
Caliban
No, pray thee.
I must obey: his art is of such power,
It would control my dam’s god, Setebos,
and make a vassal of him.
Aside.
Prospero
So, slave; hence!
Exit Caliban .
Ariel
Hark, hark! I hear
The strain of strutting chanticleer
Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.
Ferdinand
It sounds no more: and, sure, it waits upon
Some god o’ the island. Sitting on a bank,
Weeping again the king my father’s wreck,
This music crept by me upon the waters,
Allaying both their fury and my passion
With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it,
Or it hath drawn me rather. But ’tis gone.
No, it begins again.