I find my zenith doth depend upon
A most auspicious star, whose influence
If now I court not, but omit, my fortunes
Will ever after droop. Here cease more questions:
185 Thou art inclined to sleep; ’tis a good dulness,
And give it way: I know thou canst not choose. [ Miranda sleeps.]
Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.
Approach, my Ariel, come.
[Enter Ariel.]
Ari. All hail, great master! grave sir, hail! I come