ire 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.

_Ari._ Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
Let me remember[382-72] thee what thou hast promised,
Which is not yet perform'd[382-73] me.

_Pros._ How now! moody?
What is't thou canst demand?

_Ari._ My liberty.

_Pros._ Before the time be out? no more![382-74]

_Ari._ I pr'ythee,
Remember I have done thee worthy service;
Told thee no lies, made no mistakings, served
Without or grudge or grumblings: thou didst promise
To bate me a full year.[382-75