_Pros._ Abhorrèd slave, Which any print of goodness wilt not take, Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour One thing or other: when thou didst not, savage, Know thine own meaning,[387-96] but wouldst gabble like A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes With words that made them known. But thy vile race, Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou Deservedly confined into this rock, Who hadst deserved more than a prison. _Cal._ You taught me language; and my profit on't Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid[387-97] you For learning me your language! _Pros._ Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel; and be quick, thou'rt best, To answer other business. Shrugg'st thou, malice? If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly What I command, I'll rack thee with old[388-98] cramps, Fill all thy bones with achès, make thee roar, That beasts shall tremble at thy din. _Cal._ 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. _Pros._ So, slave; hence! [_Exit CALIBAN._ _Re-enter ARIEL, invisible, playing and singing; FERDINAND following._ ARIEL'S SONG Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Curtsied when you have, and kiss'd The wild waves whist,[388-99] Foot it featly here and there; And, sweet sprites, the burden bear. Hark, hark! { _Burden dispersedly._ The watch-dogs bark: { Bow-wow. Hark, hark! I hear; { Bow-wow. The strain of strutting { chanticleer. { Cock-a-diddle-dow. _Ferd._ Where should this music be? i' the air, or th' earth? 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[389-100] With its sweet air: thence I have follow'd it, Or it hath drawn me rather. But 'tis gone. No, it begins again. _ARIEL sings._ Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a sea-change[389-101] Into something rich and strange. Sea-nymphs hourly ring his knell: _Burden._ Ding-Dong. Hark! now I hear them,--Ding-Dong, bell. _Ferd._ The ditty does remember my drown'd father. This is no mortal business, nor no sound That the earth owes.[389-102] I hear it now above me.