SCENE VII.

_Still another part of the island._

_Enter_ PROSPERO.

PROSPERO. Now have I ’complish’d that I did intend,-- Dispers’d Miranda’s sadness utterly, And, for a brief space, made the airy dreams Of Master Shakescene take on form again As erst in other lands and climes, that so These married lovers might be entertain’d Full pleasingly, and gather from the hours Spent in this isle of summer, honey’d sweets For fond remembrance in the tide of time. My Ariel! What, Ariel, I say! [_Enter_ ARIEL. Thanks, gentle Ariel, who hast again Done all my bidding. But for thee my art Had halted ere its best. Once more receive My thanks, who am much bound to thee.

ARIEL. This time, Good master Prospero, I serv’d for love Not duty, and I count your thanks reward In fullest measure. And there be nothing else You would of me, then, Prospero, adieu.

PROSPERO. Adieu, gentlest of spirits, Ariel. [_Exit_ ARIEL.

_Thunder heard and_ PROSPERO _vanishes_.