Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs
In an odd angle of the isle and sitting,
His arms in this sad knot.
Pro. Of the king's ship 224
The mariners, say how thou hast dispos'd,
And all the rest o' the fleet.
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; there she's hid:
The mariners all under hatches stow'd; 230
Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour,
I have left asleep: and for the rest o' the fleet
Which I dispers'd, they all have met again,
And are upon the Mediterranean flote,
Bound sadly home for Naples,
Supposing that they saw the king's ship wrack'd, 236
And his great person perish.
Pro. Ariel, thy charge
Exactly is perform'd: but there’s more work:
What is the time o' th' day?
Ari. Past the mid season.
Pro. At least two glasses. The time 'twixt six and now 240
Must by us both be spent most preciously.
Ari. Is there more toil? Since thou dost give me pains,
Let me remember thee what thou hast promis'd
Which is not yet perform'd me.
Pro. How now! moody? 244
What is 't thou canst demand?
223 odd angle: out-of-the-way corner
227 nook: bay
228 dew; cf. n.
229 still-vex'd: ever tempestuous
Bermoothes: Bermudas
234 flote: sea
240 glasses: hours [reckoned by the hourglass]
242 pains: laborious tasks
