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- ACT ONE THE TEMPEST SCENE TWO
All exercise on thee ; thou shalt be pinch'd
As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging
Than bees that made 'em.
Caliban. I must eat my dinner.
This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou takest from me. When thou tamest first,
Thou strokedst me, and madest much of me ; wouldst g^ive me
Water with berries in 't ; and teach me how
To name the bigger light, and how the less.
That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee,
And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle,
The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile:
Cursed be I that did so! All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you !
For I am all the subjects that you have.
Which first was mine own king: and here you sty me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest o' th' island.
Prospero. Thou most lying slave.
Whom stripes may move, not kindness ! I have used thee,
Filth as thou art, with human care; and lodged thee
In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honour of my child.
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