No more dams I'll make for fish
Nor fetch in firing
Nor scrape trencher, nor wash dish
'Ban, 'Ban, Cacaliban
Has a new master: get a new man.
Freedom, high-day! high-day, freedom! freedom, high-day, freedom! (2.2.16)
Flout 'em and scout 'em
And scout 'em and flout 'em
Thought is free. (3.2.21)
Before you can say 'come' and 'go,'
And breathe twice and cry 'so, so,'
Each one, tripping on his toe,
Will be here with mop and mow.
Do you love me, master? no?
Dearly my delicate Ariel. (4.1.3)