In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
30 Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel:
My charms I’ll break, their senses I’ll restore,
And they shall be themselves.
Ari.
I’ll fetch them, sir. [Exit.]
Pros. Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves;
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
35 Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him