PROSPERO Come; I will show thee how.
[Prospero and Ariel pass through the curtains at the centre and disappear within. Meanwhile Caliban, peering above the top step, stares in dumb awe at the changed scene. There he is hailed from below by the priest of Setebos, Lust, who comes forth from his cell and calls:]
LUST Caliban! Remember Setebos!
CALIBAN [Starting, backs down the steps in scared pantomime.] Aye, Setebos! But I hear their watch-dogs bark: Bow-wow! I feel their tongue-bites yet—their torments.
LUST Caliban! Restore thy father’s temple.
CALIBAN Yea, but my father had no feet to dance. Curse on their yellow sands! They sting my eyes Still wi’ their blindings. Blast ’em!
[He springs part way up the steps again.]
LUST Caliban! Restore the priests of Setebos!
CALIBAN His priests! Nay, what if the cock sang—their chanticleer His Diddle-diddle-dow! Burneth my spine Still with that crowing.
[Reënter Prospero through the curtains.]