MIRANDA For whom So fit? The need of beauty lies Most near to them who lack it.
[Euterpe returns, bringing bright garments, which she and the other Maidens help now to put upon Caliban.]
So, dear Muses: Lay on!
CALIBAN [Delightedly tries to survey himself.]
Ha, Sycorax, an thou wert here now To look on this thy son!
[He parades, with swelling pleasure, before the Muses.]
Gaze well, good Spirits! Now, Ariel, thy pupil soon shall teach thee What thing this Art is: yea, teach Prospero A lesson in ’s own lore.
MIRANDA [To Ariel, who is about to protest.] Pray, let him tarry This time with us. He is too full of dreams To act us harm. Speak on thy Prologue.
CALIBAN [Still parading.] Prologue! Aye, good: my Prologue shall come after.
ARIEL Mistress, Keep here, this staff for your protection.