160 Be not disturb’d with my infirmity:
If you be pleased, retire into my cell,
And there repose: a turn or two I’ll walk,
To still my beating mind.
Fer. Mir.
We wish [your] peace. Exeunt.
Pros. Come with a thought. [I thank thee, Ariel: come.]
Enter Ariel.
165 Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to. What’s thy pleasure?
Pros.