ADAM So had you need: I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.
THE DUKE
Welcome: fall to! Give us some music; sing!
[Once more, as the chorus resumes the song “Under the Greenwood Tree,”
THE CLOUDY CURTAINS CLOSE
[The music dies away within. With a strange, dawning reverence, Caliban turns to Miranda and speaks:]
CALIBAN “I scarce can speak to thank you for myself.”— Like him there you have furnish’d me food of pity And a new world with no enemy!
MIRANDA You have none, Save the blind storms of your own nature.
CALIBAN Those Tempests are still now.
PROSPERO [Approaching.] So mine art hath power Once more to calm? Good: now the time is ripe Methinks to rest awhile, for I am happily Weary, and will take rest from thought.—Miranda, Wilt come within? Unhood me for brief slumber, And smooth my couch?