MIRANDA [Rising.] Right gladly.
PROSPERO [To Ariel.] And thou, too, One moment: I’ve more for this tutelage.
[Prospero passes off, right, by the throne exit, accompanied by Ariel. Miranda, about to follow, pauses at Caliban’s entreating voice.]
CALIBAN Stay! What your pity hath made me cries to you— Leave me not! Let me be yours!
MIRANDA [Wonderingly.] How mean you—mine?
CALIBAN Your Caliban, your creature, your bond slave To fetch and bear for you.
MIRANDA I want no bonds ’Twixt me and any friend. Nay, we are friends And free to serve each other.
CALIBAN Yet I yearn For more: I know not what.
MIRANDA What more could be More happy?
CALIBAN Here I crawled upon my belly Brute-stuttering for you, where now I stand And pray—with Prosper’s tongue. His art hath bred Within my blood a kinship with your kindness That cries: “Miranda, thou and I are one!”— I know not how—I know not how.