LUST Hush! he comes again. I await thy call. Cry on Caligula And I will come.

[Lust goes in the cell.]

PROSPERO [Calling within the curtains.] Now, Ariel, where art thou? Ariel!

ARIEL [Stepping forth from behind the curtains, dressed in the garb of Prologue, bows low.]

Here, great Master! I am now Prologus, at your service.

PROSPERO Nay, not mine But his. [Calling.] Come, Caliban: behold thy tutor. Behind these curtains he will show thee now More than thy nature dreams on. If thou obey him And learn mine art, thou shalt go free like him. If not, thou shalt be spitted on a tooth More sharp than Setebos. What sayest?

CALIBAN [Cringing.] Lord, Art Cock o’ the world, and Caliban thy worm; Yea, only beggeth thee crow no more, nor set Thy dancing dogs to bark at him.

PROSPERO Tush, fool: Wilt thou obey?

CALIBAN Obeyeth both of you.

PROSPERO That’s well. Sit here and watch. Now, Ariel, Thy prologue: then reveal what lies behind.