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MIRANDA
The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.
PROSPERO
Shake it off. Come on;
We’ll visit Caliban my slave, who never [310]
Yields us kind answer.
MIRANDA
’Tis a villain, sir,
I do not love to look on.
PROSPERO
But, as ’tis,
We cannot miss him: he does make our fire,
Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices
That profit us. What, ho! slave! Caliban! [315]
Thou earth, thou! speak.
CALIBAN
[Within]
There’s wood enough within.
PROSPERO
Come forth, I say! there’s other business for thee;
Come, thou tortoise! when?
[Re-]enter Ariel like a water-nymph.
Fine apparition! My quaint, Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.
ARIEL
My lord, it shall be done. [320]
[Exit.]
