Prospero (cont.)
Of these our dear-beloved solemnized;
And thence retire me to my Milan, where
Every third thought shall be my grave.
Alonso
I long
To hear the story of your life, which must
Take the ear strangely.
Prospero
And promise you calm seas, auspicious gales
And sail so expeditious that shall catch
Your royal fleet far off. My Ariel, chick,
That is thy charge: then to the elements
Be free, and fare thou well! Please you, draw near.