MIRANDA [With simple command.] Nay, thou alone.
CALIBAN [With narrowing eyes, draws nearer.] Saith what?
MIRANDA [Unafraid.] Go from me.
CALIBAN [Stops, with a hissing growl.] Syc- Syc-Sycorax! Sycorax!
SYCORAX [Reappearing.] Mole in the mire, wilt squeak When thou art trod on?—Bite! Bite, Setebos’ son! Let the brave wonder breed of thee.
CALIBAN Aye, mother. [With rising passion—to Miranda.] A child! Shalt bear me such as thou, with head Of Caliban: no eel-worm, nay—a wonder, With lily feet, that walk. Ho, Setebos!
SYCORAX Setebos! Mate them at thine altar.
MIRANDA [Fleeing from Caliban, pauses in terror of Sycorax.] Save me!
POWERS OF SETEBOS [Sing within.] Setebos! Setebos!
CALIBAN [Rushing toward Miranda.] Mine!