Pros.
5 I did say so,
When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,
How fares the king and’s followers?
Ari.
Confined [together]
In the same fashion as you gave in charge,
Just as you left them; [all] prisoners, sir,
10 In the [line-grove] which weather-fends your cell;
They cannot budge till [your] release. The king,