Caliban on Ariel
His backward voice is to utter foul speeches and to detract
The tongue is loosed of that most lying
slave,
Whom stripes may move, not kindness.
Listen: Lo,
The real god of song, Lord
Stephano,
That's a brave god, if ever god
were brave,
And bears
celestial liquor: but, the knave
(A most ridiculous monster) howls, we know
From Ariel's lips what springs
of poison flow,
The chicken-heart blasphemer! Hear him
rave!
Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam, the witch whose
name
Is darkness, and the sun her eyes'
offence,
Though hell's hot sewerage breed no loathlier elf,
Men cry not shame upon thee, seeing thy
shame
So perfect: they but bid thee—Hag-seed, hence!