Lingering perdition—worse than any death
Can be at once—shall step by step attend
You and your ways; whose [wraths] to guard you from,—
80 Which here, in this most desolate isle, else falls
Upon your heads,—is nothing but [heart-sorrow]
And a clear life ensuing.
He vanishes in thunder; then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance, with [mocks] and mows, and carrying out the table.
Pros. Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
Perform’d, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring:
85 Of my instruction hast thou nothing bated