Shakespeare's Comedy of The Tempest

by William Shakespeare

My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,

And they shall be themselves.

Prospero: 'You demi-puppets that

By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make' (page 125).

Ari. I'll fetch them, sir.

[Exit.

Pros. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes and groves,

And ye that on the sands with printless foot

Do chase the ebbing Neptune and do fly him