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Plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel, `
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Then all afire with me; the King's son, Ferdinand, `
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With hair up-staring-then like reeds, not hair- `
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Was the first man that leapt; cried 'Hell is empty, `
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And all the devils are here.' `
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PROSPERO. Why, that's my spirit! `
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But was not this nigh shore? `
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ARIEL. Close by, my master. `
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PROSPERO. But are they, Ariel, safe? `
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ARIEL. Not a hair perish'd; `
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On their sustaining garments not a blemish, `
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But fresher than before; and, as thou bad'st me, `
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In troops I have dispers'd them 'bout the isle. `
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The King's son have I landed by himself, `
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Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs `
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In an odd angle of the isle, and sitting, `
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His arms in this sad knot. `
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PROSPERO. Of the King's ship, `
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The mariners, say how thou hast dispos'd, `
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And all the rest o' th' fleet? `
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ARIEL. Safely in harbour `
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Is the King's ship; in the deep nook, where once `
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Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew `
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From the still-vex'd Bermoothes, there she's hid; `
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The mariners all under hatches stowed, `
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Who, with a charm join'd to their suff'red labour, `
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I have left asleep; and for the rest o' th' fleet, `
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Which I dispers'd, they all have met again, `
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And are upon the Mediterranean flote `
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Bound sadly home for Naples, `
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Supposing that they saw the King's ship wreck'd, `
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And his great person perish. `
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PROSPERO. Ariel, thy charge `
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Exactly is perform'd; but there's more work. `
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What is the time o' th' day? `
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ARIEL. Past the mid season. `
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PROSPERO. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now `
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Must by us both be spent most preciously. `
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ARIEL. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains, `
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Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd, `
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Which is not yet perform'd me. `
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PROSPERO. How now, moody? `
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What is't thou canst demand? `
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ARIEL. My liberty. `
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PROSPERO. Before the time be out? No more! `
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ARIEL. I prithee, `
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Remember I have done thee worthy service, `
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Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings, serv'd `
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Without or grudge or grumblings. Thou didst promise `
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To bate me a full year. `
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PROSPERO. Dost thou forget `
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From what a torment I did free thee? `
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ARIEL. No. `
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PROSPERO. Thou dost; and think'st it much to tread the ooze `
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Of the salt deep, `
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To run upon the sharp wind of the north, `
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To do me business in the veins o' th' earth `
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When it is bak'd with frost. `
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ARIEL. I do not, sir. `
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PROSPERO. Thou liest, malignant thing. Hast thou forgot `
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The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy `
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Was grown into a hoop? Hast thou forgot her? `
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ARIEL. No, sir. `
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PROSPERO. Thou hast. Where was she born? `
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Speak; tell me. `
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ARIEL. Sir, in Argier. `
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PROSPERO. O, was she so? I must `
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Once in a month recount what thou hast been, `
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Which thou forget'st. This damn'd witch Sycorax, `
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For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible `
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To enter human hearing, from Argier `
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Thou know'st was banish'd; for one thing she did `
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They would not take her life. Is not this true? `
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ARIEL. Ay, sir. `
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PROSPERO. This blue-ey'd hag was hither brought with child, `
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And here was left by th'sailors. Thou, my slave, `
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As thou report'st thyself, wast then her servant; `
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And, for thou wast a spirit too delicate `
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To act her earthy and abhorr'd commands, `
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Refusing her grand hests, she did confine thee, `
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By help of her more potent ministers, `
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And in her most unmitigable rage, `
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Into a cloven pine; within which rift `
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Imprison'd thou didst painfully remain `
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A dozen years; within which space she died, `
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And left thee there, where thou didst vent thy groans `
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As fast as mill-wheels strike. Then was this island- `
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Save for the son that she did litter here, `
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A freckl'd whelp, hag-born-not honour'd with `
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A human shape. `
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ARIEL. Yes, Caliban her son. `
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PROSPERO. Dull thing, I say so; he, that Caliban `
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Whom now I keep in service. Thou best know'st `
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What torment I did find thee in; thy groans `
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Did make wolves howl, and penetrate the breasts `
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Of ever-angry bears; it was a torment `
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To lay upon the damn'd, which Sycorax `
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Could not again undo. It was mine art, `
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When I arriv'd and heard thee, that made gape `
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The pine, and let thee out. `
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ARIEL. I thank thee, master. `
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PROSPERO. If thou more murmur'st, I will rend an oak `
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And peg thee in his knotty entrails, till `
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Thou hast howl'd away twelve winters. `
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ARIEL. Pardon, master; `
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I will be correspondent to command, `
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And do my spriting gently. `
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PROSPERO. Do so; and after two days `
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I will discharge thee. `
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ARIEL. That's my noble master! `
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What shall I do? Say what. What shall I do? `
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PROSPERO. Go make thyself like a nymph o' th' sea; be subject `
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To no sight but thine and mine, invisible `
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To every eyeball else. Go take this shape, `
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And hither come in 't. Go, hence with diligence! `
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Exit ARIEL `
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Awake, dear heart, awake; thou hast slept well; `
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Awake. `
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MIRANDA. The strangeness of your story put `
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Heaviness in me. `
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PROSPERO. Shake it off. Come on, `
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We'll visit Caliban, my slave, who never `
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Yields us kind answer. `
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MIRANDA. 'Tis a villain, sir, `
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I do not love to look on. `
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PROSPERO. But as 'tis, `
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We cannot miss him: he does make our fire, `
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Fetch in our wood, and serves in offices `
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That profit us. What ho! slave! Caliban! `
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Thou earth, thou! Speak. `
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CALIBAN. [ Within] There's wood enough within. `
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PROSPERO. Come forth, I say; there's other business for thee. `
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Come, thou tortoise! when? `
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Re-enter ARIEL like a water-nymph `
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Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, `
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Hark in thine ear. `
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ARIEL. My lord, it shall be done. Exit `
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PROSPERO. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself `
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Upon thy wicked dam, come forth! `
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Enter CALIBAN `
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CALIBAN. As wicked dew as e'er my mother brush'd `
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With raven's feather from unwholesome fen `
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Drop on you both! A south-west blow on ye `
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And blister you all o'er! `
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PROSPERO. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, `
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Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up; urchins `
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Shall, for that vast of night that they may work, `
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All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'd `
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As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging `
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Than bees that made 'em. `
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CALIBAN. I must eat my dinner. `
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This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother, `
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Which thou tak'st from me. When thou cam'st first, `
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Thou strok'st me and made much of me, wouldst give me `
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Water with berries in't, and teach me how `
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To name the bigger light, and how the less, `
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That burn by day and night; and then I lov'd thee, `
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And show'd thee all the qualities o' th' isle, `
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The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place and fertile. `
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Curs'd be I that did so! All the charms `
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Of Sycorax, toads, beetles, bats, light on you! `
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For I am all the subjects that you have, `
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Which first was mine own king; and here you sty me `
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In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me `
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The rest o' th' island. `
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PROSPERO. Thou most lying slave, `
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Whom stripes may move, not kindness! I have us'd thee, `
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Filth as thou art, with human care, and lodg'd thee `
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In mine own cell, till thou didst seek to violate `
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The honour of my child. `
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CALIBAN. O ho, O ho! Would't had been done. `
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Thou didst prevent me; I had peopl'd else `
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This isle with Calibans. `
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MIRANDA. Abhorred slave, `
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Which any print of goodness wilt not take, `
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Being capable of all ill! I pitied thee, `
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Took pains to make thee speak, taught thee each hour `
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One thing or other. When thou didst not, savage, `
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Know thine own meaning, but wouldst gabble like `
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A thing most brutish, I endow'd thy purposes `
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With words that made them known. But thy vile race, `
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Though thou didst learn, had that in't which good natures `
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Could not abide to be with; therefore wast thou `
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Deservedly confin'd into this rock, who hadst `
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Deserv'd more than a prison. `
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CALIBAN. You taught me language, and my profit on't `
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Is, I know how to curse. The red plague rid you `
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For learning me your language! `
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PROSPERO. Hag-seed, hence! `
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Fetch us in fuel. And be quick, thou 'rt best, `
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To answer other business. Shrug'st thou, malice? `
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If thou neglect'st, or dost unwillingly `
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What I command, I'll rack thee with old cramps, `
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Fill all thy bones with aches, make thee roar, `
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That beasts shall tremble at thy din. `
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CALIBAN. No, pray thee. `
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[Aside] I must obey. His art is of such pow'r, `
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