CALIBAN [Crouching back.] See him! Where, now?
ARIEL In my dream:—He bears A star-wrought staff and hooded cloak of blue, And on his right hand bums the sun, and on His left, the moon; and these he makes his masks Of joy and sorrow.
CALIBAN Where? Mine eye seeth naught.
ARIEL Before him comes a maid—a child, all wonder— And leads, him to this blighted isle.
CALIBAN What for, here?
ARIEL To set me free, and all my air-born spirits Whom Setebos holds prisoned in this earth.
CALIBAN Free? What’s that—free?
ARIEL What thou canst never be Who never shalt dance with us by yellow sands.
SPIRITS OF ARIEL [Sing within.] “Come unto these yellow sands, And then take hands: Courtsied when you have and kiss’d The wild waves whist. Foot it featly here and there”—
CALIBAN Ho, blast their noises! Stop thy spirits’ squealing. Their piping itcheth me like hornets’ stings.