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Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little,
ACT V. SCENE I. Before the Cell of Prospero. Enter Prospero in his magick robes, and Ariel.
Pro. Now does my project gather to a head: My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?
Ariel. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, You said our work should cease. Pro.
I did say so, When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit, How fares the king and his ? Ari.
Confin'd together In the same fashion as you gave in charge ; Just as you left them, sir; all prisoners In the lime-grove which weather-fends 3 your cell; They cannot budge, till you release. The king, His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted; And the remainder mourning over them, Brim-full of sorrow, and dismay; but chiefly Him you term’d, sir, The good old lord, Gonzalo ; His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops From eaves 4 of reeds : your charm so strongly works
them, That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender.
3 Defends from bad weather.
Dost thou think so, spirit? Ari. Mine would, sir, were I human. Pro.
And mine shall.
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 Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back; you demy-puppets, that By moon-shine do the green-sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites; and you, whose pastime Is to make midnight-mushrooms; that rejoice To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid (Weak masters though you be,) I have be-dimm'd The noon-tide sun, call’d forth the mutinous winds, And ’twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt: the strong-bas'd promontory
Have I made shake; and by the spurs pluck'd up
Re-enter Ariel: after him, ALONSO, with a frantick
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
Home, both in word and deed. Most cruelly
[Exit ARIEL. I will dis-case me, and myself present, As I was sometime Milan :-quickly, spirit; Thou shalt ere long be free.
Ariel re-enters, singing, and helps to attire
In a cowslip's bell I lie :
After summer, merrily :
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
5 Pity, or tenderness of heart.
But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, 50.-
Ari. I drink the air before me, and return
Gon. All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement
Behold, sir king,
Whe'r 6 thou beest he, or no,
. First, noble friend,