SPIRITS OF ARIEL [Sing on, within.] “And, sweet sprites, the burthen bear”—
CALIBAN [Screaming.] Setebos! Squash ’em!
POWERS OF SETEBOS [Sing below with strident roarings, drowning the song of Ariel’s Spirits.] Setebos! Setebos! Thou art Setebos!
CALIBAN [Exulting grotesquely.] Who’ll dance by yellow sands?—Who’s free now, spirit? Ho, Caliban can squash their music. Free? Aren’t I a god, bitch-born, the son of Setebos Can howl all hell up? Worship me, thou wings! Praise my toad-father in his temple!
ARIEL The priests Of Setebos are Lust and Death and War. Not Ariel—nor Ariel’s Spirits ever— Shall do them honor. One shall come hereafter Whom we now worship, waiting.
CALIBAN [Roaring.] Sycorax!
SYCORAX [Reappearing.] Swallow thy croakings, bullfrog. Call the priests, And fill this spirit’s nostrils with the reek Of Setebos, his blood-rites.
THE SPIRITS OF ARIEL [Cry out piercingly.] Ariel!
ARIEL Peace, my brave hearts! Be dumb—but still be dreaming!
CALIBAN Powers of Setebos!—Lust, Death, War,—ho, now! Hither, and do my father worship!