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 divide, 
And burn in many places; 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. 
Not a soul 
But felt a fever of the mad and play'd
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 leap'd; cried, 'Hell is empty
And all the devils are here.' 
Not a hair perish'd; 
On their sustaining garments not a blemish, 
But fresher than before: and, as thou badest me, 
In troops I have dispersed them 'bout the isle. 
The king's son have I landed by himself;
Whom I left cooling of the air with sighs 
In an odd angle of the isle and sitting, 
His arms in this sad knot.