MIRANDA ’Tis so wonderful I know not how to be sad.
CALIBAN [In puzzled fascination, staring at Miranda.]
The moon hath a face And smileth on the lily pools, but hath No lily body withal: thy body is All lilies and the smell of lily buds, And thy round face a pool of moonbeams!
MIRANDA [With smile and laughter.] Nay, Then look not in, lest thou eclipse the moon.
CALIBAN Syc—Sycorax hath no such laughing: soundeth Like little leaves i’ the rain! Hath no such mouth Bright-lipp’d with berries ripe to suck i’ the sun— Sycorax.
MIRANDA Who is Sycorax?
ARIEL Ah, pain!
CALIBAN Ho, she that hath calved Caliban to the bull Setebos, my blood-sire. [Pauses at a glowing thought, then cries with sudden exultance:] So shall us twain Caliban all this world!
[He crouches, then rolls over at her feet.]
—Laugh, Spring-i’-the-air! Lift so thy lily-pad foot and rub his ear Where the fur tickleth, and let thy Caliban Tongue-lick its palm.