Page 1109 - Shakespeare - Vol. 4
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Than pard or cat o’ mountain.
ARIEL
Hark, they roar!
PROSPERO
Let them be hunted soundly. At this hour
Lies at my mercy all mine enemies:
Shortly shall all my labours end, and thou
Shalt have the air at freedom: for a little [265]
Follow, and do me service.
Exeunt.
