Pros. Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour
Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:
Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little
Follow, and do me service. [Exeunt.
ACT V
Scene I.—Before the Cell of Prospero.
Enter Prospero in his magic robes, and Ariel. Prospero speaks:
Now does my project gather to a head:
My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and Time
Goes upright with his carriage.[450-1] How’s the day?
Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,
You said our work should cease.
Pros. I did say so,
When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,
How fares the King and’s followers?
Ari. Confined together
In the same fashion as you gave in charge:
Just as you left them; all are prisoners, sir,
In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell;[450-2]
They cannot budge till your release.[450-3] The King,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted;
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly
He that you term’d The good old lord, Gonzalo:
His tears run down his beard, like winter-drops
From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works ’em,
That, if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.
Pros. Dost thou think so, spirit?