The Tempest (I) (2010)

Djimon Hounsou: Caliban

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Quotes 

• Caliban : This island is mine!

• Caliban : Hast thou not dropped from Heaven?

  Stephano : Out of the moon, I do assure thee.

• Stephano : Have we devils here? Do you put tricks upon us, with savages and men of Indie? Huh? I have not 'scaped drowning to be afeared now of your four legs.

  Caliban : The spirit torments me, oh!

  Stephano : This is some monster of the isle with four legs who hath got, as I take it, an ague. Where the devil should he learn our language? I will give him some relief, if it be but for that. If I can recover him and keep him tame and get to Naples with him, he's a present for any emperor.

  Caliban : Oh, do not torment me, prithee. I'll bring my wood home faster!

  Stephano : He's in his fit now and does not talk after the wisest. He shall taste of my bottle.

  [pouring wine into Caliban's mouth] 

  Stephano : Come on your ways. Open your mouth. This will shake your shaking, I can tell you, and that soundly. You cannot tell who's your friend. Open your chaps again.

  Trinculo : I should know that voice! It should be... but he is drowned, and these are devils. O defend me!

  Stephano : Four legs and two voices. A most delicate monster.

• Caliban : When thou camest first, thou strokedst 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 o' the isle, the fresh springs, brine-pits, 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 o' the island.

  Prospera : Thou most lying slave, whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee with humane care, lodged thee in mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate the honor of my child.

  Caliban : Oh, ho. Would it had been done. Thou didst prevent me, I had peopled else this isle with Calibans.

  Miranda : Abhorred slave, which any print of goodness wilt not take. I pitied thee, took pains to make thee speak!

  Caliban : You taught me language, and my profit on't is I know how to curse! The red plague rid you for learning me your language!

  Prospera : Hag-seed, hence! Fetch us in fuel. Shrug'st thou, malice? If thou neglect'st or dost unwillingly what I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps, fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar that beasts shall tremble at thy din.

• Caliban : As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd with raven's feather from unwholesome fen dop on you both! A south-west blow on ye and blister you all o'er!

  Prospera : For this, be sure, tonight thou shalt have cramps, side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up. Urchins shall work all exercise on thee. Thou shalt be pinch'd as thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging than bees that made 'em.