Poem: Caliban ?The Tempest? Essay, Research Paper
Caliban
“The Tempest”
This islands mine, by Sycorax my mother,
Which thou takest from me, When thou camest
first,
Thou strokest me, and made much of me;
Wouldst give me
Water with berries in’t, and teach me how,
To name the bigger light, and how the less
That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee,
And show’d thee all the qualities of the isle
The fresh springs, brine-pits, and barren place and
fertile;
Cursed be I that did so! All the charms
Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you!
For I am all the subjects that you have,
Which first was mine own king: and here you sty
me
In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me
The rest of the Island.