SCENE I. Before the cell of Prospero. Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and ARIEL. Prospero. Now does my project gather to a head. are with My charms crack not, my spirits obey, and Time out a Haw Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day? 95 we say "on time" ACT V. SCENE I. Ariel. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, Prospero. I did say so, When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and's followers? Ariel. Confin'd together In the same fashion as you gave in charge, rumanded In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell; defends from They cannot budge till your release. The king, the weather His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted, And the remainder mourning over them, Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly Him that you term'd, sir, the good old lord, Gonzalo ; From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em Would become tender. Prospero. Dost thou think so, spirit And mine shall Ariel. Mine would, sir, were I human. Prospero. affects their Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling sensibilite One of their kind, that relish all as sharply taste. I am as Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury Do I take part. The rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel : My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, Ariel. I'll fetch them, sir. [Exit. Prospero. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and They groves; And ye that on the sands with printless foot their potiny couns from being Is to make midnight mushrooms, that rejoice their tune to To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid— Weak masters though ye be--I have bedimm'd The noontide sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds, rected] light or atures. Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth heated And deeper than did ever plummet sound Come out for [Solemn music. Here enter ARIEL before: then ALONSO, with a frantic gesture, A solemn air, and the best comforter To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains, Now useless, boil'd within thy skull! There stand, trains For you are spell-stopp'd. Holy Gonzalo, honourable man, sympathize Mine eyes, even sociable to the show of thine, Fall fellowly drops.—The charm dissolves apace; And as the morning steals upon the night, Melting the darkness, so their rising senses Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle that cause Their clearer reason.- O good Gonzalo, igura My true preserver, and a loyal sir quitten ignorance fumes To him thou follow'st! I will pay thy graces I will rewar Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter : the Thou art pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.--Flesh and blood, Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,—— kaugs your king; I do forgive thee, Unnatural though thou art.-Their understanding That now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them I will discase me, and myself present As I was sometime Milan. Quickly, spirit ; ARIEL sings, and helps to attire him. Where the bee sucks, there suck I: In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily, shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. G resou thony Prospero. 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 prithee. Ariel. I drink the air before me, and return Or ere your pulse twice beat. [Exit. unsubstan Gonzalo. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement Out of this fearful country! Prospero. Behold, Sir King, The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero : For more assurance that a living prince Does now speak to thee, I embrace thy body; A hearty welcome. Alonso. Whe'r thou beest he or no, Or some enchanted trifle to abuse me, As late I have been, I not know thy pulse : alphaBeats, as of flesh and blood; and, since I saw thee, Th' affliction of my mind amends, with which, I fear, a madness held me. This must crave- Thy dukedom I resign, and do entreat Thou pardon me my wrongs.—But how should Prospero |