Page 1104 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4

Is rounded with a sleep. Sir, I am wex’d;
Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled:
Be not disturb’d with my infirmity: [160]
If you be pleas’d, retire into my cell,

And there repose: a turn or two I’ll walk,
To still my beating mind.

FERDINAND and MIRANDA
We wish your peace.
Exeunt.

PROSPERO
Come with a thought. I thank thee. Ariel: come.

Enter Ariel.

ARIEL
Thy thoughts I clave to. What’s they pleasure? Spirit, [165]

PROSPERO
We must prepare to meet with Caliban?

ARIEL
Ay, my commander: when I presented Ceres,
I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear’d
Lest I might anger thee.

PROSPERO

Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? [170]

ARIEL

I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;
So full of valour that they smote the air
For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
For kissing of their feet; yet always bending

Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor; [175]
At which, like unback’d colts, they prick’d their ears,