Extract from Script:
ARIEL: I boarded the King’s ship. Now on the beak, now in the waist, the deck, in every cabin, I flamed amazement. Sometimes 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 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 seemed to besiege, and make his bold waves tremble – Yea, his dread trident shake.
The Phoenix and the Carpet:
PHOENIX: Which of you put the egg into the fire? (The bird looks around, then bows in a bird-like manner to Robert) I am your grateful debtor. Do you know who I am? I am the Phoenix. My fame has lived for two thousand years. Allow me to look at my portrait. (The Phoenix cocks its head to one side) It’s not a flattering likeness. Phoenix – in ornithology – is a fabulous bird of antiquity. Antiquity is quite correct. But fabulous? Well, do I look it? At least I am the only one of my kind. (The Phoenix whirrs his golden wings and flutters to the table)