Z 631 The tempest II, 4: "Arise ye subterranean winds". [Neapolitan translation]

2nd Spirit

Arise, arise, ye subterranean winds,

More to distract their guilty minds.

Arise, ye minds whose rapid force can make

All but the fix’d and solid centre shake ;

Come drive these wretches to that part o’ th’ Isle

Where Nature never yet did smile.

Come fogs and damps, whirlwinds and earthquakes there,

There let them howl and languish in despair

Rise and obey the pow’rful prince o’ th’ air.