Ari.

My liberty.

Pro. Before the time be out? no more!

Ari.

I prithee,

Remember, I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, serv'd
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst prom-

Pro. Thou dost; and think'st it much to tread the

ooze

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Of the salt deep,

To run upon the sharp wind of the north,
To do me business in the veins o' th' earth
When it is bak'd with frost.

Ari.

I do not, sir.

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Pro. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?

Once in a month, recount what thou hast been,

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Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch, Sy

corax,

For mischiefs manifold and sorceries terrible

To enter human hearing, from Argier,

Thou know'st, was banish'd: for one thing she did

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261 Argier: Algiers

Shakespeare makes no bones about the necessity for exposition.

This name

Laut

lasted till Restoration times.

be peggled over this

says that Refailed the "thing

as a

chied

a

in the story of a witch

who was pardoned for delivering algives

They would not take her life. Is not this true?
Ari. Ay, sir.

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Pro. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child

And here was left by the sailors. Thou, my slave,
As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant:
And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate
To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands,
Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee,
By help of her more potent ministers,
And in her most unmitigable rage,

Into a cloven pine; within which rift
Imprison'd, thou didst painfully remain

A dozen years; within which space she died

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And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy

groans

As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island,-
Save for the son that she did litter here,

A freckled whelp hag-born,-not honour'd with
A human shape.

Ari.

Yes; Caliban her son.

Pro. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban,
Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st
What torment I did find thee in; thy groans

Did make wolves howl and penetrate the breasts
Of ever-angry bears: it was a torment

To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax
Could not again undo; it was mine art,
When I arriv'd and heard thee, that made gape
The pine, and let thee out.

Ari.

I thank thee, master.

Pro. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak

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274 hests: behests

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And peg thee in his knotty entrails till
Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters.
Ari.

Pardon, master;

I will be correspondent to command,
And do my spiriting gently.

Pro.

I will discharge thee.

Ari.

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Do so; and after two days

That's my noble master!

What shall I do? say what? what shall I do?

Pro. Go make thyself like a nymph of the sea: be

subject

To no sight but thine and mine; invisible

To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape,
And hither come in 't: go, hence with diligence!

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Exit [Ariel].
Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well;
Awake!

Mira. The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.

Pro.

We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never

Yields us kind answer.

Mira.

Shake it off. Come on;

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"Tis a villain, sir,

But, as 'tis,

I do not love to look on.

Pro.

We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood; and serves in offices
That profit us.- -What ho! slave! Caliban!
Thou earth, thou! speak.

Cal. within.

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There's wood enough within. Pro. Come forth, I say; there's other business for