Prospero
Look thou be true; do not give dalliance
Too much the rein: the strongest oaths are straw
To the fire i’ the blood: be more abstemious,
Or else, good night your vow!
Ferdinand
I warrant you sir;
The white cold virgin snow upon my heart
Abates the ardour of my liver.
Prospero
Now come, my Ariel! bring a corollary,
Rather than want a spirit: appear and pertly!
No tongue! all eyes! be silent.