The Tempest: Act II, Scene ii First Folio


The Tempest.         Act 2, Scene 2.      Caliban

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1040  All the infections that the Sunne suckes vp
1041  From Bogs, Fens, Flats, on Prosper fall, and make him
1042  By ynch-meale a disease: his Spirits heare me,
1043  And yet I needes must curse. But they’ll nor pinch,
1044  Fright me with Vrchyn-shewes, pitch me i’th mire,
1045  Nor lead me like a fire-brand, in the darke
1046  Out of my way, vnlesse he bid ’em; but
1047  For euery trifle, are they set vpon me,
1048  Sometime like Apes, that moe and chatter at me,
1049  And after bite me: then like Hedg-hogs, which
1050  Lye tumbling in my bare-foote way, and mount
1051  Their pricks at my foot-fall: sometime am I
1052  All wound with Adders, who with clouen tongues
1053  Doe hisse me into madnesse: Lo, now Lo,

Enter Trinculo.
1054  Here comes a Spirit of his, and to torment me
1055  For bringing wood in slowly: I’le fall flat,
1056  Perchance he will not minde me.

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