_Pros._ Hast thou, spirit, Perform'd to point[379-56] the tempest that I bade thee? _Ari._ To every article. I boarded the King's ship; now on the beak,[379-57] Now in the waist,[380-58] the deck, in every cabin, I flamed amazement: sometime I'd divide, And burn in many places; on the top-mast, The yards, and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,[380-59] Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary[380-60] And sight-outrunning were not: the fire, and cracks Of sulphurous roaring, the most mighty Neptune Seem'd to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble. Yea, his dread trident shake. _Pros._ My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil[380-61] Would not infect his reason? _Ari._ Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad,[380-62] and play'd Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners Plunged in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel. Then all a-fire with me: The King's son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staring,[380-63]--then like reeds, not hair,-- Was the first man that leap'd; cried, _Hell is empty, And all the devils are here_. _Pros._ Why, that's my spirit! But was not this nigh shore? _Ari._ Close by, my master. _Pros._ But are they, Ariel, safe? _Ari._ Not a hair perish'd; On their unstaining[381-64] garments not a blemish, But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me, In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle. The King's son have I landed by himself; Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs In an odd angle[381-65] of the isle, and sitting, His arms in this sad knot.[381-66] _Pros._ Of the King's ship The mariners, say, how hast thou disposed, And all the rest o' the fleet?[381-67] _Ari._ Safely in harbour Is the King's ship; in the deep nook, where once Thou call'dst me up at midnight to fetch dew From the still-vex'd Bermoothes,[381-68] there she's hid: The mariners all under hatches stow'd; Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, I've left asleep:[381-69] and, for the rest o' the fleet Which I dispersed, they all have met again, And are upon the Mediterranean flote,[382-70] Bound sadly home for Naples; Supposing that they saw the King's ship wreck'd, And his great person perish. _Pros._ Ariel, thy charge Exactly is performed: but there's more work. What is the time o' the day? _Ari._ Past the mid season, At least two glasses.[382-71] _Pros._ The time 'twixt six and now Must by us both be spent most preciously.