_Ari._ Pardon, master: I will be correspondent[384-85] to command, And do my spriting gently. _Pros._ Do so; and after two days I will discharge thee. _Ari._ That's my noble master! What shall I do? say what; what shall I do? _Pros._ Go make thyself like to a nymph o' the sea: Be subject to no sight but mine; invisible To every eyeball else. Go take this shape, And hither come in't: hence, with diligence!-- [_Exit ARIEL._ Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake! _Mira._ [_Waking._] The strangeness of your story put Heaviness in me. _Pros._ Shake it off. Come on; We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never Yields us kind answer. _Mira._ 'Tis a villain, sir, I do not love to look on. _Pros._ But, as 'tis, We cannot miss him:[385-86] 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._] There's wood enough within. _Pros._ Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee: Come forth, thou tortoise! when![385-87]-- _Re-enter ARIEL, like a Water-nymph._ Fine apparition! My quaint[386-88] Ariel, Hark in thine ear. _Ari._ My lord, it shall be done. [_Exit._ _Pros._ Thou poisonous slave, come forth! _Enter CALIBAN._ _Cal._ As wicked[386-89] dew as e'er my mother brush'd With raven's feather from unwholesome fen Drop on you both! a south-west blow on ye, And blister you all o'er![386-90] _Pros._ For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps, Side-stitches[386-91] that shall pen thy breath up; urchins[386-92] Shall, for that vast[386-93] of night that they may work, All exercise on thee; thou shalt be pinch'd As thick as honeycomb, each pinch more stinging Than bees that made 'em. _Cal._ I must eat my dinner This island's mine, by Sycorax my mother. Which thou takest from me. When thou camest here first, Thou strokedst me, and madest much of me; wouldst give me Water with berries in't[386-94] and teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night: and then I loved thee, And show'd thee all the qualities o' the isle, The fresh springs, brine-pits, barren place, and fertile. Cursèd be that I did so! All the charms Of 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[387-95] me In this hard rock, whiles you do keep from me The rest o' the island.