Vent. Trincalo, you are a barbarous prince, and so farewell.
[Exeunt Steph. Must. and Vent.
Trinc. Subject-monster! stand you sentry before my cellar; my queen and I will enter, and feast ourselves within.
[Exeunt.
SCENE IV.
Enter Ferdinand, and Ariel and Milcha invisible.
Ferd. How far will this invisible musician Conduct my steps? he hovers still about me; Whether for good or ill, I cannot tell, Nor care I much; for I have been so long A slave to chance, that I'm as weary of Her flatteries as her frowns; but here I am——
Ariel. Here I am.
Ferd. Ha! art thou so? the spirit's turned an echo: This might seem pleasant, could the burden of My griefs accord with any thing but sighs; And my last words, like those of dying men, Need no reply. Fain I would go to shades, Where few would wish to follow me.
Ariel. Follow me.