ARIEL He hath nor ears, nor eyes, Nor any sense to know thee by, but only These tusks and claws and his toad-belly.
MIRANDA Dost Thou suffer, so?
ARIEL Not now.
MIRANDA And hath he held thee Long captive?
ARIEL Since old ocean’s slime first spawned Under the moon, I have awaited thee And him thou bringest here.
MIRANDA You mean my father, Prospero.
ARIEL [Exultingly.] Hail him, Spirits!
SPIRITS OF ARIEL [Sing.] Prospero!
MIRANDA Yea, many a starry journey we have made Searching this isle. At last to-day, at dawn, I saw its yellow sands, and heard thy voice Calling for pity. Now my father is come And shall release thee.
ARIEL Where? Where is he?