Alonz. Ah, Prospero! hear me speak. You are a father:— Look on my age, and look upon his youth.
Prosp. No more! all you can say is urged in vain, I have no room for pity left within me. Do you refuse? help, Ariel, with your fellows, To drive them in; Alonzo and his son Bestow in yonder cave, and here Gonzalo Shall with Antonio lodge. [Spirits drive them in, as they are appointed.
Dor. Sir, I have made a fire; shall he be warmed?
Prosp. He's dead, and vital warmth will ne'er return.
Dor. Dead, sir! what's that?
Prosp. His soul has left his body.
Dor. When will it come again?
Prosp. O never, never! He must be laid in earth, and there consume.
Dor. He shall not lie in earth; you do not know How well he loves me: Indeed he'll come again. He told me he would go a little while, But promised me he would not tarry long.