Shakespeare's Comedy of The Tempest

by William Shakespeare

The wreck of all my friends, nor this man's threats,

To whom I am subdued, are but light to me,

Might I but through my prison once a day

Behold this maid: all corners else o' the earth

Let liberty make use of; space enough

Have I in such a prison.

Pros. [aside.] It works. [To Fer.] Come on.

Thou hast done well, fine Ariel! [To Fer.] Follow me.

[To Ariel.] Hark what thou else shalt do me.

Mir. Be of comfort;