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You elves of hills , brooks , standing lakes , and groves ,
And you that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune , and do fly him
When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make ,
Whereof the ewe not bites ; and you whose pastime
Is to make midnight mushrumps , that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew ; by whose aid ,
Weak masters though you be , I have bedimmed
The noontide sun , called forth the mutinous winds ,
And ’twixt the green sea and the azured vault
Set roaring war ; to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire , and rifted Jove’s stout oak
With his own bolt ; the strong-based promontory
Have I made shake , and by the spurs plucked up
The pine and cedar ; graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers , oped , and let ’em forth
By my so potent art . But this rough magic
I here abjure , and when I have required
Some heavenly music , which even now I do ,

To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for , I’ll break my staff ,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth ,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I’ll drown my book .



A solemn air , and the best comforter
To an unsettled fancy , cure thy brains ,
Now useless , boiled within thy skull . There stand ,
For you are spell-stopped . —
Holy Gonzalo , honorable man ,
Mine eyes , e’en sociable to the show of thine ,
Fall fellowly drops . — The charm dissolves apace ,
And as the morning steals upon the night ,
Melting the darkness , so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason . — O good Gonzalo ,
My true preserver and a loyal sir
To him thou follow’st , I will pay thy graces
Home , both in word and deed . — Most cruelly
Didst thou , Alonso , use me and my daughter .
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act . —
Thou art pinched for ’t now , Sebastian . — Flesh and
blood ,
You , brother mine , that entertained ambition ,
Expelled remorse and nature , whom , with Sebastian ,
Whose inward pinches therefore are most strong ,
Would here have killed your king , I do forgive thee ,
Unnatural though thou art . — Their understanding
Begins to swell , and the approaching tide
Will shortly fill the reasonable shore
That now lies foul and muddy . Not one of them
That yet looks on me , or would know me . — Ariel ,
Fetch me the hat and rapier in my cell .

I will discase me and myself present
As I was sometime Milan . — Quickly , spirit ,
Thou shalt ere long be free .