PROSPERO Come to me, child. [As she mounts to him gladly.] Sit here beside me. [She sits at his feet, nestling in the folds of his great garment.] My cloak and staff protect thee.
MIRANDA [Raising her eyes in dread.] But the wild thing?
PROSPERO Must be transformed.—Caliban!
CALIBAN [Crouching at the centre, howls terribly.] Setebos—sire! Sycorax—mother! Hast swallowed them. Lord Thunder, Strike us no more!
PROSPERO I strike no more till time Hath need of thunder. Rise now and be tamed, Howler at Heaven.
CALIBAN [Rising, bewildered.] Tamed, saith? What shall it be— That “tamed?”
PROSPERO That shalt thou learn of Ariel. Now—Ariel!
[He looks toward Ariel, still held in the mouth of Setebos. Sycorax lies heaped and still by the altar.]
ARIEL [Joyously.] Master!