Ferd. This evil spirit grows importunate, But I'll not take his counsel.
Ariel. Take his counsel.
Ferd. It may be the devil's counsel, I'll never take it.
Ariel. Take it.
Ferd. I will discourse no more with thee, Nor follow one step further.
Ariel. One step further.
Ferd. This must have more importance than an echo; Some spirit tempts me to a precipice. I'll try if it will answer when I sing My sorrows, to the murmur of this brook.
HE SINGS.
Go thy way.