ARIEL Thats my noble master What shall I do say what what shall I do PROSPERO

Ariel thats my noble master what shall i do say what

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ARIEL
That's my noble master!What shall I do? say what; what shall I do?PROSPEROGo make thyself like a nymph o' the sea: be subjectTo no sight but thine and mine, invisibleTo every eyeball else. Go take this shapeAnd hither come in't: go, hence with diligence!Exit ARIELAwake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake!MIRANDAThe strangeness of your story putHeaviness in me.PROSPEROShake it off. Come on;We'll visit Caliban my slave, who neverYields us kind answer.MIRANDA'Tis a villain, sir,I do not love to look on.PROSPEROBut, as 'tis,We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,Fetch in our wood and serves in officesThat profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban!Thou earth, thou! speak.CALIBAN[Within] There's wood enough within.PROSPEROCome forth, I say! there's other business for thee:Come, thou tortoise! when?Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymphFine apparition! My quaint Ariel,Hark in thine ear.ARIELMy lord it shall be done.Exit
PROSPEROThou poisonous slave, got by the devil himselfUpon thy wicked dam, come forth!Enter CALIBANCALIBANAs wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'dWith raven's feather from unwholesome fenDrop on you both! a south-west blow on yeAnd blister you all o'er!PROSPEROFor this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps,Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchinsShall, for that vast of night that they may work,All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'dAs thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stingingThan bees that made 'em.CALIBANI must eat my dinner.This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother,Which thou takest from me. When thou camest first,Thou strokedst me and madest much of me, wouldst give meWater with berries in't, and teach me howTo name the bigger light, and how the less,That burn by day and night: and then I loved theeAnd 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 charmsOf 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 meIn this hard rock, whiles you do keep from meThe rest o' the island.PROSPEROThou most lying slave,Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have used thee,Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodged theeIn mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate
The honour of my child.CALIBANO ho, O ho! would't had been done!Thou didst prevent me; I had peopled elseThis isle with Calibans.PROSPEROAbhorred slave,Which any print of goodness wilt not take,Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee,Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hourOne thing or other: when thou didst not, savage,Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble likeA thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposesWith words that made them known. But thy vile race,Though thou didst learn, had that in't whichgood naturesCould not abide to be with; therefore wast thouDeservedly confined into this rock,Who hadst deserved more than a prison.

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