• Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes and ARIEL

    PROSPERO

    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?

    ARIEL

    On the sixth hour, at which time, my lord,
    5You said our work should cease.

    PROSPERO

         I did say so
    When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,
    How fares the king and ’s followers?

    ARIEL

          Confined together
    In the same fashion as you gave in charge,
    Just as you left them, all prisoners, sir,
    10In the line grove which weather-fends your cell.
    They cannot budge till your release. The king,
    His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted,
    And the remainder mourning over them,
    Brimful of sorrow and dismay. But chiefly
    15Him that you termed, sir, “the good old Lord Gonzalo,”
    His tears run down his beard like winter’s drops
    From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em
    That if you now beheld them, your affections
    Would become tender.

    PROSPERO

        Dost thou think so, spirit?

    ARIEL

    20Mine would, sir, were I human.
  • PROSPERO enters in his magic robes, with ARIEL.

    PROSPERO

    My plans are almost at their climax. My spells are working well, my spirits are obeying me, and everything is right on schedule. What time is it?

    ARIEL

    It’s after six o'clock, my lord, when you said our work would be finished.

    PROSPERO

    That’s what I said when I first conjured the tempest. Tell me, spirit, how’s the king and his entourage?

    ARIEL

    All cooped up together, just as you ordered, all imprisoned in the grove of linden trees that protects your room from bad weather. They can’t move till you release them. The king, his brother, and your brother are all waiting there in a crazed state of mind, and the rest are grieving over them, sad and astonished. “Good old lord Gonzalo,” as you call him, is saddest of all, with tears running down his beard. Your magic spell has such an effect on them that if you saw them now, you’d feel sorry for them.

    PROSPERO

    Do you think so, spirit?

    ARIEL

    I’d feel sorry for them, if I were human.