Prospero
                                                
                                                
                                                    Come away, servant, come. I am ready now.
 
Approach, my Ariel, come
                                                
                                                
                                             
                                        
                                            
                                        
                                            
                                                
                                                    Ariel
                                                
                                                
                                                    All hail, great master! Grave sir, hail! I come
 
To answer thy best pleasure; be’t 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.
                                                
                                                
                                                            
                                                            
                                                                
                                                                    
                                                                    
                                                                        Learned and respected gentleman.
                                                                    
                                                                 
                                                             
                                                        
                                                            
                                                                
                                                                    
                                                                    
                                                                        Ariel may be talking about all the skills or 'quality' he has here, or he may be talking about the other spirits of the island who work with him. 
                                                                    
                                                                 
                                                             
                                                        
                                                        
                                             
                                        
                                            
                                                
                                                    Prospero
                                                
                                                
                                                    Hast thou, spirit,
 
Performed to point the tempest that I bade thee?
                                                
                                                
                                             
                                        
                                            
                                                
                                                    Ariel
                                                
                                                
                                                    To every article.
 
I boarded the king’s ship: now on the beak,
 
Now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin,
 
I flamed amazement: sometime I’d divide
 
And burn in many places; on the topmast,
 
The yards and bowsprit would I flame distinctly,
 
Then meet and join. Jove’s lightning, the precursors
 
O’th’dreadful thunderclaps, 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.
                                                
                                                
                                                            
                                                            
                                                                
                                                                    
                                                                    
                                                                        I went on-board the king’s ship and appeared as fire on the prow of the ship, then in the middle of the ship, on the deck and in the cabins.
                                                                    
                                                                 
                                                             
                                                        
                                                            
                                                                
                                                                    
                                                                    
                                                                        Quicker than the eye can follow.
                                                                    
                                                                 
                                                             
                                                        
                                                            
                                                                
                                                                    
                                                                    
                                                                        What do these lines suggest about the strength of the storm? 
                                                                    
                                                                 
                                                             
                                                        
                                                        
                                             
                                        
                                            
                                                
                                                    Prospero
                                                
                                                
                                                    My brave spirit!
 
Who was so firm, so constant, that this coil
 
Would not infect his reason?
                                                
                                                
                                                            
                                                            
                                                                
                                                                    
                                                                    
                                                                        Who was so calm and together that this turmoil would not make him go mad?
                                                                    
                                                                 
                                                             
                                                        
                                                        
                                             
                                        
                                            
                                                
                                                    Ariel
                                                
                                                
                                                    Not a soul But felt a fever of the mad and played
 
Some tricks of desperation. All but mariners
 
Plunged in the foaming brine and quit the vessel,
 
Then all afire with me: the king’s son, Ferdinand,
 
With hair up-staring — then like reeds, not hair —
 
Was the first man that leaped; cried ‘Hell is empty
 
And all the devils are here.’
                                                
                                                
                                                            
                                                            
                                                                
                                                                    
                                                                    
                                                                        Everyone except the sailors jumped into the turbulent sea and left the ship which was all flaming with my presence. 
                                                                    
                                                                 
                                                             
                                                        
                                                        
                                             
                                        
                                            
                                                
                                                    Prospero
                                                
                                                
                                                    Why, that’s my spirit!
 
But was not this nigh shore?
                                                
                                                
                                                            
                                                            
                                                                
                                                                    
                                                                    
                                                                        Why do you think Prospero seems so pleased that everyone on the ship was scared?
                                                                    
                                                                 
                                                             
                                                        
                                                        
                                             
                                        
                                            
                                                
                                                    Ariel
                                                
                                                
                                                    Close by, my master.