Caliban
“The Tempest”
This islands mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou takest from me, When thou camest
first,
Thou strokest me, and made much of me;
Wouldst give 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 of the isle
The fresh springs, brine-pits, and 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 of the Island.