Ari.
No.
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,
255 To do me business in the veins o’ the earth
When it is baked with frost.
Ari.
I do not, sir.
Pros. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot