THE VOICE Yet thou shalt fight!
CALIBAN [Springing forward above his cell.] What art thou? [From the mouth of the cell a flame-colored Figure strides forth and replies:]
THE FIGURE War: thy father’s Priest.—Caliban, remember Setebos!
CALIBAN Ha, Setebos! Com’st thou once more with priest-craft To lure me back to him?—Begone!
WAR Yet not Without me shalt thou win Miranda.
CALIBAN [Fiercely.] Go!
WAR [Returning within the cell, disappears as his voice dies away.] Remember War! Miranda shall be thine!
CALIBAN [Hoarsely.] Miranda—mine!
ARIEL [Comes running from the throne entrance.] Ho, pupil, now be merry! Great Prosper sleeps, and from his slumber sends thee A dream of fairy laughter.
CALIBAN [Darkly, amazed.] Laughter!