As erst in other lands and climes, that so
These married lovers might be entertain’d
Full pleasingly, and gather from the hours
Spent in this isle of summer, honey’d sweets
For fond remembrance in the tide of time.
My Ariel! What, Ariel, I say! [Enter Ariel.
Thanks, gentle Ariel, who hast again
Done all my bidding. But for thee my art
Had halted ere its best. Once more receive
My thanks, who am much bound to thee.