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To hear the solemn curfew; by whose aid − [40]
Weak masters though ye be − I have bedimm’d
The noontide sun, call’d forth the mutinous winds,
And ’twixt the green sea and azur’d vault

Set roaring war: to the dread rattling thunder
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove’s stout oak [45]
With his own bolt; the strong-bas’d promontory
Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck’d up

The pine and cedar: graves at my command
Have wak’d their sleepers, op’d, and let ’em forth
By my so potent Art. But this rough magic [50]
I here abjure; and, when I have requir’d

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 fadoms in the earth, [55]

And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I’ll drown by book.
Solemn music.

Here enters Ariel before: then Alonso, with a frantic gesture, attended by

Gonzalo; Sebastian and Antonio in like manner, attended by Adrian and
Francisco: they all enter the circle which Prospero had made, and there stand
charm’d; which Prospero observing, speaks:

A solemn air, and the best comforter
To an unsettled fancy, cure thy brains,

Now useless, boil’d within thy skull! There stand, [60]
For you are spell-stopp’d.
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
Mine eyes, ev’n sociable to the show of thine,

Fall fellowly drops. The charm dissolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night, [65]
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 [70]