Arial:
 All hail, great master! Grave Sir, hail! I come
 To answer thy best pleasure; be it to fly,
 To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride
 On the curled clouds, -- to thy strong bidding task
 Ariel and all his quality.

[Prospero: Hast thou, spirit,
Perform'd to point the tempest that I bade thee?]1

Ariel:
 I boarded the king's ship; now on the beak,
 Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
 I flamed amazement: sometime [I'ld]2 divide,
 And burn in many [places;]3 [on the topmast,
 The yards and bowsprit, would I flame distinctly,
 Then meet and join. Jove's lightnings, the precursors
 O' the dreadful thunder-claps, more momentary
 And sight-outrunning were not; the fire and cracks
 Of sulphurous roaring the most mighty Neptune
 Seem to besiege and make his bold waves tremble,
 Yea, his dread trident shake.]1