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- ACT ONE THE TEMPEST SCENE TWO
That profit us. "What, ho ! slave ! Caliban !
Thou earth, thou! speak.
Caliban. [Withia] There's wood enough within.
Prospero. Come forth, I say! there's other business for thee:
Come, thou tortoise I when ? i
[Re-enter Ariel like a water-nympli.]
Fine apparition ! My quaint Ariel,
Hark in thine ear.
Ariel. My lord, it shall be done. [Exit.
Prospero. Thou poisonous slave, got by the devil himself
Upon thy wicked dam, come forth!
[Enter Caliban.]
Caliban. As wicked 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!
Prospero. For this, be sure, to-night thou shalt have cramps.
Side-stitches that shall pen thy breath up ; urchins
Shall, for that vast of night that they may work,i8
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