_Ferd._ Your eyes begin to dazzle. _Hip._ Why do you swim so, and dance about me? Stand but still till I have made one thrust. [HIP. _thrusts and falls._ _Ferd._ O help, help, help! Unhappy man! what have I done? _Hip._ I'm going to a cold sleep, but when I wake, I'll fight again. Pray stay for me. [_Swoons._ _Ferd._ He's gone! He's gone! O stay, sweet, lovely youth! Help! help! _Enter_ PROSPERO. _Prosp._ What dismal noise is that? _Ferd._ O see, sir, see, What mischief my unhappy hand has wrought! _Prosp._ Alas! how much in vain doth feeble art Endeavour to resist the will of heaven? [_Rubs_ HIP. He's gone for ever; O thou cruel son Of an inhuman father! all my designs Are ruined and unravelled by this blow. No pleasure now is left me but revenge. _Ferd._ Sir, if you knew my innocence-- _Prosp._ Peace, peace! Can thy excuses give me back his life? What, Ariel? sluggish spirit, where art thou? _Enter_ ARIEL. _Ariel._ Here, at thy beck, my lord. _Prosp._ Ay, now thou comest, When fate is past, and not to be recalled. Look there, and glut the malice of thy nature; For, as thou art thyself, thou canst not but Be glad to see young virtue nipt i' the blossom. _Ariel._ My lord, the Being, high above, can witness, I am not glad; we airy spirits are not of A temper so malicious as the earthy, But of a nature more approaching good. For which we meet in swarms, and often combat Betwixt the confines of the air and earth. _Prosp._ Why didst thou not prevent, at least foretel, This fatal action then? _Ariel._ Pardon, great sir, I meant to do it, but I was forbidden By the ill genius of Hippolito, Who came and threatened me, if I disclosed it, To bind me in the bottom of the sea, Far from the lightsome regions of the air, (My native fields) above a hundred years. _Prosp._ I'll chain thee in the north for thy neglect, Within the burning bowels of Mount Hecla; I'll singe thy airy wings with sulph'rous flames, And choke thy tender nostrils with blue smoke; At ev'ry hickup of the belching mountain, Thou shalt be lifted up to taste fresh air, And then fall down again. _Ariel._ Pardon, dread lord. _Prosp._ No more of pardon than just heaven intends thee, Shalt thou e'er find from me: Hence! fly with speed, Unbind the charms which hold this murderer's father, And bring him, with my brother, straight before me. _Ariel._ Mercy, my potent lord! and I'll outfly Thy thought. [_Exit_ ARIEL. _Ferd._ O heavens! what words are these I heard, Yet cannot see who spoke 'em? Sure the woman Whom I loved was like this, some airy vision.