What is the time o’ the day? Past the mid season. At least two glasses. The time ‘twixt six
and now Must by us both be spent most preciously. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me
pains, Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
Which is not yet perform’d me. How now? moody?
What is’t thou canst demand? My liberty. Before the time be out? no more! I prithee, remember I have done thee worthy
service; Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakings,
served Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst
promise To bate me a full year. Dost thou forget
From what a torment I did free thee? No. 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. I do not, sir. Thou liest, malignant thing! Hast thou forgot
The foul witch Sycorax, who with age and envy Was grown into a hoop? hast thou forgot her? No, sir. Thou hast. Where was she born? speak; tell
me. Sir, in Algiers. O, was she so? I must
Once in a month recount what thou hast been, Which thou forget’st.