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The Tempest, I. ii

To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice?

If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly

What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps,

Fill all thy bones with aches; make thee roar,

That beasts shall tremble at thy din.

Cal. No, pray thee!—

[Aside.] I must obey: his art is of such power,

It would control my dam's god, Setebos,

And make a vassal of him.

Pro. So, slave; hence!

Exit Caliban.

'Come unto these yellow sands,

And then take hands:

Curtsied when you have, and kiss'd

The wild waves whist:

Foot it featly here and there;

And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear.

Hark, hark!'

Burthen dispersedly: 'Bow, wow.'

Ari. 'The watch-dogs bark:'

Burthen dispersedly: 'Bow, wow.'

Ari. 'Hark, hark! I hear

The strain of strutting Chanticleer

Cry, Cock-a-diddle-dow.'

Fer. Where should this music be? i' th' air, or th' earth?

It sounds no more;—and sure, it waits upon

Some god o' th' island. Sitting on a bank,

 378 whist: hushed; cf. n.

379 featly: gracefully, deftly

380 burthen: refrain

