PROSPERO.
Fury, Fury! There, Tyrant, there! hark, hark!
[Caliban, Stephano and Trinculo are driven out.]
Go, charge my goblins that they grind their joints
With dry convulsions; shorten up their sinews
With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them
Than pard, or cat o’ mountain.
ARIEL.
Hark, they roar.
PROSPERO.
Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour
Lies at my mercy all mine enemies.
Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt have the air at freedom. For a little
Follow, and do me service.
[Exeunt.]
ACT V
SCENE I. Before the cell of Prospero.
Enter Prospero in his magic robes, and Ariel.
PROSPERO.
Now does my project gather to a head:
My charms crack not; my spirits obey, and time
Goes upright with his carriage. How’s the day?