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understanding caliban s speech 1 18
Understanding Caliban’s Speech – 1/18

Directions: Re-read the following speech from the beginning of 2.2. Then, mark-up the text by completing at least five margin summary notes (label them!) in which you: briefly paraphrase parts of the speech in your own words, ask level one and level two questions, define vocabulary you do not understand, and underline important parts and briefly explain why you chose to underline these parts.


All the infections that the sun sucks up

From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make him

By inchmeal a disease! His spirits hear me,

And yet I needs must curse. But they’ll nor pinch me I’ th’ mire,

Nor lead me like a firebrand in the dark

Out of my way, unless he bid ‘em. But

For every trifle are they set upon me,

Sometimes like apes, that mow and chatter at me

And after bite me; then like hedgehogs, which

Lie tumbling in my barefoot way and mount

Their pricks at my footfall. Sometime am I

All wound with adders, who with cloven tongues

Do hiss me into madness. Lo, now, lo!

Here comes a spirit of his, and to torment me

For bringing wood in slowly. I’ll fall flat.

Perchance he will not mind me.