Caliban

Prospero, to Caliban
Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
 Enter Caliban.
Caliban
As wicked dew as e’er my mother brushed
With raven’s feather from unwholesome fen
Drop on you both. A southwest blow on you
And blister you all o’er.
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Caliban
All the infections that the sun sucks up
From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make him
By inchmeal a disease!

Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

His spirits hear me,
And yet I needs must curse. But they’ll nor pinch,
Fright me with urchin-shows, pitch me i’ th’ mire,
Nor lead me like a firebrand in the dark
Out of my way,
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Trinculo
Here’s neither bush nor shrub to bear off
any weather at all. And another storm brewing; I
hear it sing i’ th’ wind. Yond same black cloud, yond
huge one, looks like a foul bombard that would shed
his liquor. If it should thunder as it did before, I
know not where to hide my head.
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Caliban
I thank my noble lord. Wilt thou be pleased
to harken once again to the suit I made to thee?
Stephano
Marry, will I. Kneel and repeat it. I will
stand, and so shall Trinculo.
 Enter Ariel, invisible.
Caliban, kneeling
As I told thee before,
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Alonso, indicating Caliban
This is as strange a thing as e’er I looked on.
Prospero
He is as disproportioned in his manners
As in his shape.  To Caliban.  Go, sirrah, to my cell.
Take with you your companions. As you look
To have my pardon, trim it handsomely.
Caliban
Ay,
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