The Tempest by William Shakespeare
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Pardon, master:
I will be correspondent to command, And do my spriting gently. PROSPERO. Do so; and after two days I will discharge thee. ARIEL. That's my noble master! What shall I do? Say what? What shall I do? PROSPERO. Go make thyself like a nymph o' th' sea: be subject To no sight but thine and mine; invisible To every eyeball else. Go, take this shape, And hither come in 't: go, hence with diligence! [Exit ARIEL] Awake, dear heart, awake! thou hast slept well; Awake! 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 |
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