Than pard, or cat o' mountain.
Ari. Hark! they roar. 264
Pro. Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour
Lie at my mercy all mine enemies:
Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little, 268
Follow, and do me service. Exeunt.
ACT FIFTH
Scene One
[Before the Cell of Prospero]
Enter Prospero in his magic robes; and Ariel.
Pro. Now does my project gather to a head:
My charms crack not; my spirits obey, and time
Goes upright with his carriage. How's the day?
Ari. On the sixth hour; at which time, my lord, 4
You said our work should cease.
Pro. I did say so,
When first I rais'd the tempest. Say, my spirit,
How fares the king and's followers?
Ari. Confin'd together
In the same fashion as you gave in charge; 8
Just as you left them: all prisoners, sir,
In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell;
They cannot budge till your release. The king,
His brother, and yours, abide all three distracted, 12
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly
Him that you term'd, sir, 'The good old lord Gonzalo':
3 with his carriage: despite his burden
10 line-grove: lime-grove
11 till your release: till you release them
