Ari. Silver? there it goes, Silver! Pro. Fury, Fury there, Tyrant, there! hark, hark! [Cal. Ste. and Trin. are driven out. Go, charge my goblins, that they grind their joints With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews With aged cramps; and more pinch-spotted make them, Than pard, or cat o' mountain. Ari. Hark, they roar. Pro. Let them be hunted soundly: At this hour Lie at my mercy all mine enemies: Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou ACT V. SCENE I. Before the cell of Prospero. [Exeunt. Enter PROSPERO in his magick robes; and ARIEL. Ari. I did say so. Say, my spirit, Confin'd together In the same fashion as you gave in charge; In the lime-grove, which weather-fends your cell; them, That if you now beheld them, your affections Pro. Dost thou think so, spirit? Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. Pro. And mine shall. Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions? and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier mov'd than thou art? Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, Not a frown further: Go, release them, Ariel; Ari. I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit. Pro. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves; And ye, that on the sands with printless foot [Solemn musick. Re-enter ARIEL: after him ALONSO, with a frantic gesture, attended by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner attended by ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: they all enter the circle which PROSPERO had made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO observing, speaks. A solemn air, and the best comforter Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, For you are well-stopp'd. Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, Mine eyes, even sociable to the shew of thine, To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces You brother mine, that entertain'd ambition, Expell'd remorse and nature; who with Sebastian That now le foul and muddy. Not one of them, As I was sometime Milan :-quickly, spirit; ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire Ari. Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie: There I couch, when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily: Merrily, merrily, shall I live now Under the blossom, that hangs on the bough. Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I shall miss thee; But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so. To the king's ship, invisible as thou art: There shalt thou find the mariners asleep Under the hatches; the master, and the boatswain, Being awake, enforce them to this place; And presently, I pr'ythee, Ari. I drink the air before me, and return Or e'er your pulse twice beat. [Exit Ariel. Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us Out of this fearful country! Pro. Behold, sir king, A hearty welcome. Whe'r thou beest he, or no, Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, As late I have been, I not know thy pulse Beats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, Thou pardon me my wrongs:-But how should Be living, and be here? Pro. First, noble friend, Let me embrace thine age; whose honour cannot Gon. Whether this be, You do yet taste Or be not, I'll not swear. I'll tell no tales. Seb. The devil speaks in him. Pro. No: [Aside. For you, most wicked sir, whom to call brother Thou must restore. Alon. How thou hast met us here, who, three hours since, How sharp the point of this remembrance is! Pro. I am woe for't, sir. Alon. Irreparable is the loss; and patience Says, it is past her cure. Pro. I rather think, You have not sought her help; of whose soft grace, Alon. You the like loss? Pro. As great to me, as late; and, portable To make the dear loss, have I means much weaker Than you may call to comfort you; for I Have lost my daughter. Alon. A daughter? Q heavens! that they were living both in Naples, The king and queen there! that they were, I wish Myself were mudded in that oozy bed, Where my son lies. When did you lose your daughter? Pro. In this last tempest. I perceive, these lords At this encounter do so much admire, That they devour their reason; and scarce think Which was thrust forth of Milan; who most strangely Befitting this first meeting. Welcome, sir; The entrance of the cell opens, and discovers FER- Fer. I would not for the world. No, my dearest love, Mira. Yes, for a score of kingdoms, you should wrangle, |