Lime Grove
Act 5 Scene 1
The Tempest
by
William Shakespeare
 

ARIEL
Confined together In the same fashion as you gave in charge, Just as you left them; all prisoners, sir,
In the line-grove which weather-fends your cell;
They cannot budge till your release. The king,
His brother and yours, abide all three distracted
And the remainder mourning over them,
Brimful of sorrow and dismay; but chiefly
Him that you term'd, sir, “The good old lord Gonzalo;”
His tears run down his beard, like winter's drops
From eaves of reeds. Your charm so strongly works 'em
That if you now beheld them, your affections
Would become tender.