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SCENE IV.
[The banquet vanishes.Ariel and the strange shapes appear again.
AIR.
ARIEL.
Around, around, we pace,
About this cursed place,
While thus we compass in
These mortals and their sin;
Your vile lives you shall discover,
Truly all your deeds declare,
For about you spirits hovex,
That can tell you what they are.
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Make them grieve for each offence.
[The spirits dance, and then drive 'em off.
Enter PROSPERO.
My charms work; mine enemies, knit in their
Destruction, are now within my pow'r.
AIR.
Upon their broken peace of mind,
Despair, black son of guilt, now feeds;
Whilst thou, brave youth, in love shalt find
The full reward of virtuous deeds.
No gloss our guilt can e'er remove;
It taints the happiest day:
But all the pangs of virtuous love,
Shall virtuous love o'er pay.
Despair, black son of guilt, now feeds;
Whilst thou, brave youth, in love shalt find
The full reward of virtuous deeds.
No gloss our guilt can e'er remove;
It taints the happiest day:
But all the pangs of virtuous love,
Shall virtuous love o'er pay.
[Exit.
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