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Than pard, or cat o' mountain.

Ari. Hark! they roar.

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,

Follow, and do me service.

 

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,

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;

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,

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

