Prosp. Their mother was a witch; and one so strong, She would controul the moon, make flows and ebbs, And deal in her command without her power.
Syc. O Setebos! these be brave spirits indeed.
Prosp. Go, sirrah, to my cell, and, as you hope For pardon, trim it up. [To Calib.
Calib. Most carefully. I will be wise hereafter. What a dull fool was I, to take those drunkards For gods, when such as these were in the world?
Prosp. Sir, I invite your highness and your train To my poor cave this night; a part of which I will employ, in telling you my story.
Alon. No doubt it must be strangely taking, sir.
Prosp. When the morn draws, I'll bring you to your ship, And promise you calm seas, and happy gales. My Ariel, that's thy charge: Then to the elements Be free, and fare thee well!
Ariel. I'll do it, master.
Prosp. Now, to make amends For the rough treatment you have found to-day, I'll entertain you with my magic art; I'll, by my power, transform this place, and call Up those, that shall make good my promise to you.