Ariel’s lines: The Tempest

Prospero: I am ready now. Approach, my Ariel, come. All hail, Great master! Grave ma’am hail! I come to answer thy best pleasure; be’t to fly, to swim, to dive into the fire,to ride on the curl’d clouds, to thy strong bidding task, Ariel and all her quality
Prospero: Hast thou, spirit, Perform’d to the point the tempest that I bade thee? To every Article, I boarded the King’s ship; now on the beak, now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flamed amazement: sometime I’d divide, and burn in many places; on the topmast, the yards, the bowsprit, would I flame distinctly then meet and join. Jove’s lighting, the precursors of thy dreadful thunderclaps, more momentary and sight outrunning were not; the fire and cracks of sulfurous roaring the most mighty Neptune seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble, Yea, his dread trident shake.
Prospero: My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil would not infect his reason? Not a soul but felt a fever of the mad and play’d some tricks of desperation. All but mariners plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel, then all afire with me; the kings son, Ferdinand, then with hair up- staring, -then like reeds not hair- was the first man that leap’d, cried “Hell is empty and all the Devils are here.”
Prospero: Why that’s my spirit! But was not this nigh shore? Close by, my master.
But are they, Ariel, safe? Not a hair perish’d; on their sustaining garments not a blemish but fresher than before; and as thou badest me, in troops I have dispersed them ’bout the isle. The king’s son have I landed by himself; whom I left cooking of the air with sighs in an odd angle of the isle and sitting, his arms in this sad knot.
Prospero: Of the king’s ship the mariners say how thou hast disposed and all the rest o’ the fleet. Safely in harbor is the kings ship; in the deep nook, where once thou call’dst me up at midnight to fetch dew from the still vexed Bermoothers, there she’s hid; The mariners all under hatches stow’d; who with a charm join’d to their suffered labour, I have left asleep, and for the rest o’ the fleet which I dispersed, they have all met again bound sadly for Naples supposing that they saw the kings ship wreck’d and his great person perish.
Prospero: What is the time o’ the day? Past the mid season.
Prospero: The time ‘twist 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?
Prospero: How now? Moody? What is’t thou canst demand? My liberty.
Prospero: Before the time be out? No more! I prithee, remember I have done thee worthy service; Told thee no lies, made thee no mistakes, served without or grudge or grumblings; thou didst promise to bade me a full year.
Prospero: Dost thou forget from what a torment I did free thee? No.
Prospero: … when it is baked with frost. I do not, Ma’am.
Prospero: …hast thou forgot her? No, Ma’am.
Prospero: Thou hast. Where was she born? Speak; tell me. Ma’am, in Argier.
Prospero: They would not take her life. Is not this true? Ay, Ma’am.
Prospero: A freckled whelp hag- born- not honour’d with a human shape. Yes, Caliban her son.
Prospero: When I arrived and heard thee, that made gape the pine and let thee out. I thank thee, master.
Prospero: Thou hast howl’d away twelve winters. Pardon master; I will be correspondent to command and do my spiriting gently.
Prospero: After two days I will discharge thee. That’s my noble master! What shall I do? say what; what shall I do?
Prospero: Come, thou tortoise! When? (Ariel enters) Fine apparition! My quaint Ariel, Hark in thine ear. My lord it shall be done.
Prospero: But then exactly do all points of my command. To the syllable.
Sebastian: O, but one word. My master through her art forsees the danger that you, her friend, are in and sends me forth for else her project dies to keep them living