- [last lines]
- Prospero, the Right Duke of Milan: ...We are such stuff/As dreams are made on, and our little life/Is rounded with a sleep.
- Prospero, the Right Duke of Milan: Hast thou, spirit! Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?
- Ariel, an airy spirit: To every article. I boarded the King's ship... Now on the beak, now in the waist, the deck... In every cabin, i flam'd amazement.
- Prospero, the Right Duke of Milan: My brave spirit!
- Ariel, an airy spirit: Not a soul but felt a fever of the mad... All plung'd in the foaming brine, and quit the vessel! The King's son, Ferdinand, was the first man that leapt... Cried "Hell is empty and all the devils are here!"