war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire and rifted Jove's stout oak
With his own bolt; the strong-
Have I made shake and by the spurs pluck'd up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command
waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure,
and, when I have required
Some heavenly music, which even now I do,
To work mine end upon their
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than
did ever plummet sound
I'll drown my book.
Re-enter ARIEL before: then 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
To an unsettled fancy cure thy brains,
Now useless, boil'd within thy
skull! There stand,
For you are spell-stopp'd.
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
Mine eyes, even sociable to
the show of thine,
Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace,
And as the morning steals upon the
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
clearer reason. O good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal sir
To him you follow'st! I will pay thy
Home both in word and deed. Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
brother was a furtherer in the act.
Thou art pinch'd fort now, Sebastian. Flesh and blood,
mine, that entertain'd ambition,
Expell'd remorse and nature; who, with Sebastian,
Whose inward pinches
therefore are most strong,
Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive thee,
Unnatural though thou art.
Begins to swell, and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shore
now lies foul and muddy. Not one of them
That yet looks on me, or would know me Ariel,
Fetch me the
hat and rapier in my cell:
I will discase me, and myself present
As I was sometime Milan: quickly, spirit;
shalt ere long be free.
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.
On the bat's
back I do fly
After summer merrily.
Merrily, merrily shall I live now
Under the blossom that hangs on the
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
Being awake, enforce them to this place,
And presently, I prithee.
I drink the air before me, and return
Or ere your pulse twice beat.
All torment, trouble, wonder and amazement
Inhabits here: some heavenly power guide us
Out of this
Behold, sir king,
The wronged Duke of Milan, Prospero:
For more assurance that a living prince
speak to thee, I embrace thy body;
And to thee and thy company I bid
A hearty welcome.
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