Enter divers SPIRITS, in shape of dogs and hounds, bunting them about; PROSPERO and ARIEL setting them on PROSPERO Hey, Mountain, hey!

ARIEL Silver! there it goes, Silver! PROSPERO Fury, Fury! There, Tyrant, there! Hark, hark! [CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO are driven out] Go charge my goblins that they grind their joints With dry convulsions, shorten up their sinews With aged cramps, and more pinch-spotted make them Than pard or cat o’ mountain.

ARIEL Hark, they roar.

PROSPERO Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour Lies 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.

Exeunt