'll fetch them, sir. [_Exit._

_Pros._ Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves;
And ye that on the sands with printless foot
Do chase the ebbing Neptune,[451-5] and do fly him
When he comes back; you demi-puppets that
By moonshine do the green-sour ringlets[451-6] make,
Whereof the ewe not bites; and you whose pastime
Is to make midnight mushrooms;[452-7] that rejoice
To hear the solemn curfew;[452-8] by whose aid--
Weak masters[452-9] though ye be--I have be-dimm'd
The noon-tide Sun, call'd forth the mutinous winds,
And twixt the green sea and the azure vault
Set roaring war: to the dread-rattling thunder
Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's[452-10] stout oak
With his own bolt: the strong-based promontory
Have I made shake, and by the spurs[452-11] pluck'd up
The pine and cedar: graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers, oped, and let 'em forth
By my so potent art. But this rough magic
I here abjure; and, when I have required
Some heavenly music,--which even now I do,--
To work mine end upon their senses that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I'll drown my book. [_Solemn music._

_Re-enter ARIEL: after him, ALONSO, with a frantic gesture, attended
by GONZALO; SEBASTIAN and ANTONIO in like manner, attended by
ADRIAN and FRANCISCO: they all enter the circle which PROSPERO has
made, and there stand charmed; which PROSPERO observing, speaks._

A solemn air, as the best comforter
To an unsettled fancy, cure the brains,
Now useless, boil'd[453-12] within the skull!--There stand,
For you are spell-stopp'd.--
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
Mine eyes, even sociable to[453-13] the show of thine,
Fall fellowly drops.[453-14]--The charm dissolves apace;
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses[453-15]
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle[453-16]
Their clearer reason.--O thou good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal sir
To him thou follow'st! I will pay thy graces
Home[453-17] both in word and deed.--Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter:
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act:--
Thou'rt pinch'd for't now, Sebastian.--F