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.