Steph. She strikes, she strikes! All shift for themselves.
[Exeunt.
SCENE II.—
In the midst of the shower of fire, the scene changes. The cloudy sky, rocks, and sea vanish; and, when the lights return, discover that beautiful part of the island, which was the habitation of Prospero: 'Tis composed of three walks of cypress-trees; each side-walk leads to a cave, in one of which Prospero keeps his daughter, in the other Hippolito: The middle-walk is of great depth, and leads to an open part of the island.
Enter Prospero and Miranda.
Prosp. Miranda, where's your sister?
Mir. I left her looking from the pointed rock, At the walk's end, on the huge beat of waters.
Prosp. It is a dreadful object.
Mir. If by your art, My dearest father, you have put them in This roar, allay them quickly.