(Prospero)
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell.
I will discase me, and myself present
As I was sometime Milan. Quickly, spirit.
Thou shalt ere long be free.
(Ariel)
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.
(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.
(Alonso)
All torment, trouble, wonder, and amazement
Inhabits here. Some heavenly power guide us
Out of this fearful country!
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