Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little
Follow, and do me service. Exeunt.
[ACT V.]
[ V. 1 Scene I. Before the cell of Prospero.]
Enter Prospero in his magic robes, and Ariel.
Pros. 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?
Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,
You said our work should cease.