_Ariel._ Harsh discord reigns throughout this fatal isle, At which good angels mourn, ill spirits smile. Old Prospero, by his daughters robbed of rest, Has in displeasure left them both unblest. Unkindly they abjure each other's bed, To save the living, and revenge the dead. Alonzo, and his son, are prisoners made, And good Gonzalo does their crimes upbraid. Antonio and Gonzalo disagree, And would, though in one cave, at distance be. The seamen all that cursed wine have spent, Which still renewed their thirst of government; And wanting subjects for the food of power, Each would, to rule alone, the rest devour. The monsters, Sycorax and Caliban, More monstrous grow by passions learned from man. Even I, not framed of warring elements, Partake and suffer in these discontents. Why should a mortal, by enchantments, hold In chains a spirit of etherial mould? Accursed magic we ourselves have taught, And our own power has our subjections wrought! [_Exit._ ACT V. SCENE I. _Enter_ PROSPERO _and_ MIRANDA. _Prosp._ You beg in vain; I cannot pardon him; He has offended heaven. _Mir._ Then let heaven punish him. _Prosp._ It will, by me. _Mir._ Grant him, at least, some respite for my sake. _Prosp._ I, by deferring justice, should incense The deity against myself and you. _Mir._ Yet I have heard you say, the powers above Are slow in punishing; and should not you Resemble them? _Prosp._ The argument is weak. But I want time to let you see your errors; Retire, and, if you love him, pray for him. [_He's going._ _Mir._ And can you be his judge and executioner? _Prosp._ I cannot force Gonzalo or my brother, Much less the father to destroy the son; It must be then the monster Caliban, And he's not here; but Ariel strait shall fetch him. _Enter_ ARIEL. _Ariel._ My potent lord, before thou callest I come, To serve thy will. _Prosp._ Then, spirit, fetch me here my savage slave. _Ariel._ My lord, it does not need. _Prosp._ Art thou then prone to mischief, wilt thou be Thyself the executioner? _Ariel._ Think better of thy airy minister, Who, for thy sake, unbidden, this night has flown O'er almost all the habitable world. _Prosp._ But to what purpose was all thy diligence?