All the infections that the sun sucks up From bogs, fens, flats, on Prosper fall and make him By inch-meal a disease!
All the diseases the sun pulls up From swamps, marshes, and flatlands, fall on Prospero and make him Slowly sick!
Caliban · Act 2, Scene 2
Caliban curses Prospero while carrying wood, knowing the spirits will punish him but unable to stop himself. The line matters because it shows how oppression creates an impossible bind—Caliban must curse even as he serves, must rage even as he obeys. It is the voice of someone whose only freedom is the freedom to wish harm on his oppressor.
I shall no more to sea, to sea, Here shall I die ashore-- This is a very scurvy tune to sing at a man’s funeral: well, here’s my comfort.
I’ll never go back to sea, to sea, I’ll die here on land-- This is a terrible tune to sing at a man’s Funeral: well, here’s my comfort.
Stephano · Act 2, Scene 2
Stephano, drunk and washed ashore, sings a song of his survival and swigs from his bottle. The line lands because it reveals that Stephano has lost nothing that matters to him — he has his wine, his life, and a new world to rule. He is the only character whose desires are so small that the shipwreck gives him everything.
The whole butt, man: my cellar is in a rock by the sea-side where my wine is hid. How now, moon-calf! how does thine ague?
The whole keg, man: my cellar is in a rock by the shore where my wine is hidden. How are you, moon-calf? How’s your fever?
Stephano · Act 2, Scene 2
Stephano boasts that his entire wealth is hidden in a rock by the shore and asks Caliban how he is feeling. The line lands because it shows that Stephano has survived by clinging to wine — that is his kingdom, his treasury, his identity. He sees Caliban not as a person but as a subject to rule.