1 I had peopled else This isle with Calibans.
2 I say by sorcery he got this isle; From me he got it.
3 The isle is full of noises, Sounds and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.
4 This is some monster of the isle with four legs, who hath got, as I take it, an ague.
5 On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before; and, as thou bad'st me, In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle.'
6 The King's son have I landed by himself, Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting, His arms in this sad knot.
7 Sir, I invite your Highness and your train To my poor cell, where you shall take your rest For this one night, which part of it I'll waste With such discourse as, I not doubt, shall make it Go quick away: the story of my life And the particular accidents gone by Since I came to this isle.
8 Thee of thy son, Alonso, They have bereft; and do pronounce by me Ling'ring perdition, worse than any death Can be at once, shall step by step attend You and your ways, whose wraths to guard you from--Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls Upon your heads--is nothing but heart's sorrow And a clear life ensuing.