Pros. Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee?
Pros. Thou dost; and think’st it much to tread the ooze
Of the salt deep; to run upon the sharp
Wind of the North; to do me business in
The veins o’ the earth when it is baked with frost.[383-76]
Ari. I do not, sir.
Pros. Thou liest, malignant thing![383-77] Hast thou forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy[383-78]
Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her?
Ari. No, sir.
Pros. Thou hast: where was she born? speak; tell me.
Ari. Sir, in Argier.[383-79]
Pros. O, was she so? I must
Once in a month recount what thou hast been,
Which thou forgett’st. This damn’d witch Sycorax,
For mischiefs manifold, and sorceries terrible
To enter human hearing, from Argier,
Thou know’st, was banish’d. Is not this true?
Ari. Ay, sir.