Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell:
I will discase me, and myself present
As I was sometime Milan: quickly, spirit;
Thou shalt ere long be free.
Ariel sings and helps to attire him.
Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslips bell I lie;
There I couch when owls do cry.
On the bat's back I do fly
After summer merrily.