ARIEL ’Tis that which burns Now in thy blood: the same which conjured hither Bright Egypt and the kiss of Antony.
CALIBAN The woman and the kiss! Nay, saidest now ’Tis rain and sun!
CALIBAN Where falleth his rain? Where shineth his sun?
ARIEL Yonder on the Yellow Sands.
CALIBAN Nay, show me this art! Is ’t hidden in thy hand? Here, let me hold the staff. [Caliban reaches for the staff; Ariel raises it warningly.]
ARIEL Stay! Touch it not Lest it shall scorch thy fingers and set fire To the building world. The staff of Prospero Is for his servants, not for slaves, to wield.
CALIBAN [Drawing back from it, in fear.] Scorcheth my fingers, ah?—So wield it, thou! Show me once more the snake-bright queen.
ARIEL Nay, Egypt No more! But come with me to Prosper’s throne Where I play master now. Here thou shalt sit And watch the battlements of eternal Troy Where Troilus woos inconstant Cressida.
CALIBAN Showest me once more—woman?