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And there repose: a turn or two I'll walk,

To still my beating mind.

Pro. Come with a thought!—I thank thee, Ariel: come!

Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to. What's thy pleasure?

Pro. Spirit,

We must prepare to meet with Caliban.

Ari. Ay, my commander; when I presented Ceres,

I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd

Lest I might anger thee.

Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these

varlets?

Ari. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with drinking;

So full of velour that they smote the air

For breathing in their faces; beat the ground

For kissing of their feet; yet always bending

Towards their project. Then I beat my tabor;

At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears,

Advanc'd their eyelids, lifted up their noses

As they smelt music: so I charm'd their ears

That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd through

Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss and thorns,

Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left them

I' the filthy-mantled pool beyond your cell,

There dancing up to the chins, that the foul lake

 164 with a thought: quick as thought

167 presented: impersonated

180 goss: gorse

