Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou hast promised,
Which is not yet performed me.
Prospero: How now? Moody?
What is’t thou canst demand?
Ariel: My Liberty.
Before the time be out? No more.
Ariel: I prithee,
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, served
Without or grudge or grumblings. Thou did promise
To bate me a full year
Prospero: Dost thou forget
From what torment I did free thee?
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 viens o’ th’ earth
when it is baked with frost.
Ariel: 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?