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ACT V IT
Scene I IT
[Before the Cell of Prospero.]
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,
You said our work should cease.
PROSPERO
I did say so, [5]
When first I rais’d the tempest. Say, my spirit,
How fares the King and ’s followers?
ARIEL
Confin’d together
In the same fashion as you gave in charge,
Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir,
In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell; [10]
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
Him that you term’d, sir, «The good old lord, Gonzalo»;
His tears runs down his beard, like winter’s drops
