Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thouPerformed, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring.
You are three men of sin, whom destiny—That hath to instrument this lower world And what what is in’t—the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up you and on this island.
Act III Scene iii
Act IV Scene i
Act V Scene i Cont.
This is a most majestic vision, andHarmoniously charmingly.
Spring come to you at the farthestIn the very end of harvest.Scarcity and want shall shun you, Ceres' blessing so is on you.
Honor, riches, marriage blessing,Long continuance, and increasing,Hourly joys be still upon you!
Act IV Scene i Cont.
Monster, come, put some lime upon your fingers, andaway with the rest.
I thank thee for that jest. Here’s a garment for’t. Witshall not go unrewarded while I am king of this country.
I will have none on’t. We shall lose our time And all be turned to barnacles,
Act V Scene i
They being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further. Go, release them, Ariel. My charms I’ll break, their senses I’ll restore, And they shall be themselves.
Your charm so strongly works ’em That if you now beheld them, your affections Would become tender.
Thou pardon me my wrongs.
Alonso Behold, sir King, The wrongèd Duke of Milan, Prospero.I embrace thy body, And to thee and thy company bid A hearty welcome.
Ay, that I will; and I’ll be wise hereafter,And seek for grace.
Epilogue
Since I have my dukedom gotAnd pardoned the deceiver, dwellIn this bare island by your spell;But release me from my bandsWith the help of your good hands.