ARIEL ’Tis I—Prologus. Will you hear me, Mistress?

MIRANDA [As Caliban approaches.] Thou!—thou, Caliban!

ARIEL My pupil.

CALIBAN [With confiding assurance.] Liketh well thy father’s art, Spring-i’-the-air.

MIRANDA God speed thy learning, monster! I am more fain to help thee in that task Than all else in the world.

CALIBAN [Astonished and eager.] Wouldst help me—thou?

MIRANDA How happy, if I could!

CALIBAN Yea, canst thou!—Hark: [Glancing from his garb to Ariel’s.] Let me wear glory, too! What booteth me To be his Artist, if I wear no cloth To show my glory? He there talketh no Prologue Without his toga. Tog me, too, in brave Colors!

MIRANDA Well thought on. [To one of the Muses.] Quick, Euterpe: Fetch Bright vesture forth.

ARIEL For Caliban?