MIRANDA Here: His cloak is round us now: he holds us now In his great art, revealing each to each Though he be all invisible.
[Reëntering, Caliban comes forward, sniffing and peering at Miranda.]
CALIBAN Hath feet And hair: hath bright hair shineth like a fish’s tail; Hath mouth, and maketh small, sweet noises.
ARIEL [Crying out.] Beast, Go back!
MIRANDA [Staring, amazed.] What’s here?
CALIBAN Ca—Caliban; cometh here To smell what ’tis. [He sniffs nearer; then howls strangely.] Spring in the air: Oho!
MIRANDA Alas, poor creature! Who hath hurt thee?
CALIBAN Hurt? Who hurteth God? Am seed of Setebos: Am Caliban: the world is all mine isle: Kill what I please, and play with what I please; So, yonder, play with him: pull out his wings And put ’em back to grow.—Where be thy wings, Spring-i’-the-air?
MIRANDA O Ariel, is this sight A true thing, and speaks truly?
ARIEL What you hear And see—’tis my master.