MIRANDA Save me, father!
ARIEL [Calling shrilly.] Prospero!
SPIRITS OF ARIEL [Sing within.] Prospero! Hail!
[A clap of thunder strikes, rolling, in sudden darkness. Lightnings burst from the idol of Setebos. From the flashing gloom, choruses of contending spirits commingle the roar of their deep bass and high-pitched choirs.]
SPIRITS OF ARIEL Prospero! Prospero! Out of our earth-pain Raise and array us In splendor of order! Pour on our chaos— Prospero! Prospero!— Peace to our earth-pain!
POWERS OF SETEBOS
Setebos! Setebos! Lord of our earth-bane, Loose on his wrath way The beast of thy jungle! Pour on our pathway— Setebos! Setebos! Blood for thine earth-bane!
[Amid the tempestuous song, darkness, and thunder, appears on the left a glowing, winged throne. On the throne sits PROSPERO—in one hand, a scroll; in the other, a miraculous staff.]
PROSPERO [Raising his staff.] Darkness, be light!—Tempest, be calm!—Miranda! [The scene grows light, and is still.]
MIRANDA [At the steps of the throne.] Father!