mantled_] _filthy mantled_ Ff. _filth-ymantled_
Steevens conj.
184: _feet_] _fear_ Spedding conj.
190: _all, all_] _are all_ Malone conj.
193: _them on_ Rowe. _on them_ Ff.
Prospero ... invisible. Theobald, Capell. om. Ff.
194: SCENE V. Pope.
230: _Let's alone_] _Let's along_ Theobald. _Let it alone_ Hanmer.
_Let 't alone_ Collier. See note (XVII).
246: _to apes_] om. _to_ Pope.
255: Stage direction added by Theobald.
256: _they_] F1 F3 F4. _thou_ F2.
261: _Lie_] Rowe. _lies_ Ff.

ACT V.

SCENE I. _Before the cell of Prospero._

_Enter PROSPERO in his magic robes, and ARIEL._

_Pros._ Now does my project gather to a head:
My charms crack not; my spirits obey; and time
Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?

_Ari._ On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord,
You said our work should cease.

_Pros._ I did say so, 5
When first I raised the tempest. Say, my spirit,
How fares the king and's followers?

_Ari._ Confined together
In the same fashion as you gave in charge,
Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir,
In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell; 10
They cannot budge till your release. The king,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted,
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly
Him that you term'd, sir, "The good old lord, Gonzalo;" 15
His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops
From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em,
That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.

_Pros._ Dost thou think so, spirit?

_Ari._ Mine would, sir, were I human.

_Pros._ And mine shall. 20
Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling
Of their afflictions, and shall not myself,
One of their kind, that relish all as sharply,
Passion as they, be kindlier moved than thou art?
Though with their high wrongs I am struck to the quick, 25
Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury
Do I take part: the rarer action is
In virtue than in vengeance: they being penitent,
The sole drift of my purpose doth extend
Not a frown further. Go release them, Ariel: 30
My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore,
And they shall be themselves.

_Ari._ I'll fetch them, sir. [_Exit._