[Enter Prospero.
Prospero. My charms yet hold, though long disus’d, for I
Pitying Miranda’s melancholy plight
By magic of mine art have hither brought
Duke Ferdinand and her that so the twain
Belov’d may live their first joys o’er again.
Here shall they speed the time a full month’s space,
In such wise as they list, and then, at whiles,
Will I for their beguilement cause to pass
Before their eyes, when they shall sit at ease,