CALIBAN [Approaching the idol.] Ariel, Here’s food for thee: a wormling for thy beak. So, my trapped bird:—How sayst, ha?
ARIEL [Sings.] “Where the bee sucks there suck I.”
CALIBAN [Laughing.] Bee, sayst thou? Still buzzest of thy wings, and eatest—air!
ARIEL [Sings.] “In a cowslip’s bell I lie.”
CALIBAN My father’s gullet is no cowslip’s bell. Shalt lie in the belly of Setebos. [Tossing away the eel.] —What waitest for?
ARIEL I am waiting for one who will come.
CALIBAN Aye? Who will come?
ARIEL One from the heart of the world; and he shall rise On tempest of music and in thunder of song.
CALIBAN [Gaping.] Thunder and tempest—so!
ARIEL [With ecstasy.] I see him now.