My brave spirit! Who was so firm,so constant,that this coil Would not infect his reason? ARIEL Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad and play'd Some tricks of desperation.All but mariners Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel, Then all afire with me:the king's son,Ferdinand, With hair up-staring,--then like reeds,not hair,-- Was the first man that leap'd;cried,'Hell is empty And all the devils are here.' PROSPERO Why that's my spirit! But was not this nigh shore? ARIEL Close by,my master. PROSPERO But are they,Ariel,safe? ARIEL Not a hair perish'd; On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before:and,as thou badest me, In troops I have dispersed them'bout the isle. The king's son have I landed by himself; Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs In an odd angle of the isle and sitting, His arms in this sad knot. PROSPERO Of the king's ship The mariners say how thou hast disposed And all the rest o'the fleet. ARIEL 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; Who,with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, I have left asleep;and for the rest o'the fleet Which I dispersed,they all have met again And are upon the Mediterranean flote, Bound sadly home for Naples,My brave spirit! Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil Would not infect his reason? ARIEL Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad and play'd Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel, Then all afire with me: the king's son, Ferdinand, With hair up-staring,--then like reeds, not hair,-- Was the first man that leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty And all the devils are here.' PROSPERO Why that's my spirit! But was not this nigh shore? ARIEL Close by, my master. PROSPERO But are they, Ariel, safe? ARIEL Not a hair perish'd; On their sustaining garments not a blemish, But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me, In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle. The king's son have I landed by himself; Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs In an odd angle of the isle and sitting, His arms in this sad knot. PROSPERO Of the king's ship The mariners say how thou hast disposed And all the rest o' the fleet. ARIEL 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; Who, with a charm join'd to their suffer'd labour, I have left asleep; and for the rest o' the fleet Which I dispersed, they all have met again And are upon the Mediterranean flote, Bound sadly home for Naples