MIRANDA.
[Waking] The strangeness of your story put
Heaviness in me.
PROSPERO.
Shake it off. Come on;
We'll visit Caliban my slave, who never
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!
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.
[Exit]
