Some heavenly music, which even now I do, I here abjure, and when I have required 60 Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let ’em forthīy my so potent art. Have I made shake, and by the spurs plucked up With his own bolt the strong-based promontory 55 Have I given fire, and rifted Jove’s stout oak Set roaring war to the dread rattling thunder The noontide sun, called forth the mutinous winds,Īnd ’twixt the green sea and the azured vault Weak masters though you be, I have bedimmed 50 Is to make midnight mushrumps, that rejoice Whereof the ewe not bites and you whose pastime When he comes back you demi-puppets that 45īy moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, You elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves,Īnd you that on the sands with printless footĭo chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him He sends Ariel to free the traitors and the rest of their crew from their confusion, and draws a magic circle with his staff (his big magical stick). Hearing Ariel speak so kindly, with mercy befitting a human, Prospero says he'll put his thirst for vengeance aside and be merciful. Prospero draws a large circle on the stage with his staff. My charms I’ll break, their senses I’ll restore, Yet with my nobler reason ’gainst my fury Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th’ Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art? One of their kind, that relish all as sharply 30 Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Ariel says Prospero's feelings toward the group would become tender at the sight. Ariel informs his master that the shipwrecked group is a pitiful sight: the three traitors (Alonso, Antonio, and Sebastian) are distracted and the rest are mourning. Prospero asks about King Alonso and his attendants. That if you now beheld them, your affections His tears runs down his beard like winter’s drops 20įrom eaves of reeds. Him that you termed, sir, the good old Lord His brother, and yours abide all three distracted, 15īrimful of sorrow and dismay but chiefly In the line grove which weather-fends your cell. Just as you left them all prisoners, sir, In the same fashion as you gave in charge, On the sixth hour, at which time, my lord, Goes upright with his carriage.-How’s the day? My charms crack not, my spirits obey, and time Enter Prospero in his magic robes, and Ariel.
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