_Prosp._ Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service Did worthily perform, and I must use you In such another work: How goes the day? _Ariel._ On the fourth, my lord; and on the sixth, You said our work should cease. _Prosp._ And so it shall; And thou shalt have the open air at freedom. _Ariel._ Thanks, my great lord. _Prosp._ But tell me first, my spirit, How fares the duke, my brother, and their followers? _Ariel._ Confined together, as you gave me order, In the lime-grove, which weather-fends your cell; Within that circuit up and down they wander, But cannot stir one step beyond their compass. _Prosp._ How do they bear their sorrows? _Ariel._ The two dukes appear like men distracted, their Attendants, brim-full of sorrow, mourning over them; But chiefly he, you termed the good Gonzalo: His tears run down his beard, like winter drops From eaves of reeds; your vision did so work them, That, if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender. _Prosp._ Dost thou think so, spirit? _Ariel._ Mine would, sir, were I human. _Prosp._ And mine shall: Hast thou, who art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not I (a man Like them, one, who as sharply relish passions As they) be kindlier moved than thou art? Though they have pierced me to the quick with injuries, Yet with my nobler reason, 'gainst my fury, I will take part; the rarer action is In virtue, than in vengeance. Go, my Ariel, Refresh with needful food their famished bodies, With shows and chearful musick comfort them. _Ariel._ Presently, master? _Prosp._ With a twinkle, Ariel.--But stay, my spirit; What is become of my slave, Caliban, And Sycorax, his sister? _Ariel._ Potent sir, They have cast off your service, and revolted To the wrecked mariners, who have already Parcelled your island into governments. _Prosp._ No matter, I have now no need of them. But, spirit, now I stay thee on the wing; Haste to perform what I have given in charge: But see they keep within the bounds I set them. _Ariel._ I'll keep them in with walls of adamant, Invisible as air to mortal eyes, But yet unpassable. _Prosp._ Make haste then. [_Exeunt severally._ SCENE III.--_Wild Island._ _Enter_ ALONZO, ANTONIO, _and_ GONZALO. _Gonz._ I am weary, and can go no further, sir. _Alon._ Old lord, I cannot blame thee, who am myself seized with a weariness, to the dulling of my spirits: [_They sit._ Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it No longer for my flatterers: He is drowned, Whom thus we stray to find. I'm faint with hunger, And must despair of food. [_Music without._ What! harmony again? My good friends, hark!