THE TEMPEST. 29

He practised the arts of magic no more, but his life was happy, and not
only because he had found his own again, but chiefly because, when his
bitterest foes who had done him deadly wrong lay at his mercy, he took
no vengeance on them, but nobl;- forgave them.

As for Ariel, Prospero made him free as air, so that he could wander
where he would, and sing with a lght heart his sweet song.

“« Where the bee sucks, there suck I:
In a cowslip’s bell I lie ;
There I couch when owls do ery.
On the bat’s back I do fly
After summer, merrily :
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.”

     

 
  

  
  
 

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