_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_.