Ariel. This time,
Good master Prospero, I serv’d for love
Not duty, and I count your thanks reward
In fullest measure. And there be nothing else
You would of me, then, Prospero, adieu.
Prospero. Adieu, gentlest of spirits, Ariel.
[Exit Ariel.
Thunder heard and Prospero vanishes.
Scene VIII.
A room in the palace at Naples.
[Enter Ferdinand and Miranda.