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The clouds, methought, would open, and show riches
Ready to drop upon me; that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Ste. This will prove a brave kingdom to me, where I shall have my music for nothing.
Cal. When Prospero is destroyed.
Ste. That shall be by and by: I remember the story.
Trin. The sound is going away: let's follow it, and after, do our work.
Ste. Lead, monster; we'll follow.---I would, I could see this taborer: he lays it on. Trin. Wilt come? I'll follow, Stephano.
SCENE III.---Another part of the island. Enter ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, ANTONIO, GONZALO, ADRIAN, FRANCISCO, and others.
Gon. By'r lakin, I can go no further, Sir; My old bones ache: here's a maze trod, indeed, Through forth-rights, and meanders! by your I needs must rest me.
Alon. Old lord, I cannot blame thee, Who am myself attach'd with weariness, To the dulling of my spirits: sit down, and rest. Even here I will put off my hope, and keep it No longer for my flatterer: he is drown'd,'" Whom thus we stray to find; and the sea mocks Our frustrate search on land: Well, let him go. Ant. I am right glad that he's so out of hope. [Aside to SEBASTIAN. Do not, for one repulse, forego the purpose That you resolv'd to effect.
Seb. The next advantage Will we take thoroughly.
Ant. Let it be to-night;
For, now they are oppress'd with travel, they
Seb. I say, to-night: no more. Solemn and strange music; and PROSPERO above, invisible. Enter several strange Shapes, bringing in a banquet; they dance about it with gentle actions of salutation; and, inviting the king, &c. to eat, they depart.
Alon. What harmony is this? my good friends,
Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound, expressing
(Although they want the use of tongue), a kind Of excellent dumb discourse. [Aside.
Pro. Praise in departing.
Fran. They vanish'd strangely.
They have left their viands behind; for we have stomachs.--
Will't please you taste of what is here?
Gon. Faith, Sir, you need not fear: When we were boys, [eers, Who would believe that there were mountainDew-lapp'd like bulls, whose throats had hanging at them
Wallets of flesh? or that there were such men, Whose heads stood in their breasts? which now we find,
Each putter-out on five for one, will bring us Good warrant of.
Alon. I will stand to, and feed,
Although my last : no matter, since I feel
Thunder and Lightning. Enter ARIEL like a
[Seeing ALON. SEB. &c. draw their swords. And even with such like valour, men hang and drown [fellows Their proper selves. You fools! I and my Are ministers of fate; the elements Of whom your swords are temper'd, may as well [stabs Wound the loud winds, or with bemock'd-at Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish One dowle that's in my plume; my fellow
Are like invulnerable: if you could hurt,
And will not be uplifted: But, remember,
The powers, delaying, not forgetting, have Incens'd the seas and shores, yea all the creatures,
Against your peace: Thee, of thy son, Alonso,
He vanishes in thunder: then, to soft music, enter the Shapes again, and dance with mops and mowes, and curry out the table.
Pro. [Aside.] Bravely the figure of this harpy hast thou
Perform'd, my Ariel; a grace it had, devouring: Of my instruction hast thou nothing 'bated, fl'ure, blameless.
In what thou hadst to say: so, with good life,
And these, mine enemies, are all knit up
And his and my loved darling.
[Exit PROSPERO from above. Gon. I' the name of something holy, Sir, why
In this strange stare?
Alon. O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'e c'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i' the ooze is bedded; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Seb. But one fiend at a time,
[Exeunt SEB. and ANT. Gon. All three of them are desperate; their
Like poison given to work a great time after,
Adr. Follow, I pray you.
SCENE I.---Before PROSPERO's cell. Enter PROSPERO, FERDINAND, and MIRANDA. Pro. If I have too austerely punish'd you, Your compensation makes amends; for I Have given you here a thread of mine own life, Or that for which I live; whom once again I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations Were but my trials of thy love, and thou Hast strangely stood the test: here, afore HeaI ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand, [ven, Do not smile at me, that I boast her off, For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, And make it halt behind her.
Fer. I do believe it, Against an oracle.
Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acqui
Worthily purchas'd, take my daughter: But
Fer. As I hope
For quiet days, fair issue, and long life,
Our worser Genius can, shall never melt
Or night kept chain'd below.
Pro. Thou and thy meaner fellows your last service
Did worthily perform; and I must use you
Incite them to quick motion; for I must
Pro. Ay, with a twink.
Ari. Before you can say, Come, and go,
Will be here with mop and mowe:
Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel: Do not ap-
Pro. Look, thou be true; do not give dal
Too much the rein; the strongest oaths are To the fire i' the blood: be more abstemious, Or else, good night, your vow!
Fer. I warrant you, Sir;
The white-cold virgin snow upon my heart
Now come, my Ariel; bring a corollary,* Rather than want a spirit; appear, and pertly.--No tongue; all eyes; be silent. [Soft music.
Whose watery arch, and messenger, am I, Bids thee leave these; and with her sovereig grace,
Here on this grass-plot, in this very place, To come and sport, her peacocks fly amain; Approach, rich Ceres, her to entertain. Enter CERES.
Cer. Hail, many-colour'd messenger, that [ne'er Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter; Who, with thy saffron wings, upon my flowers Diffusest honey-drops, refreshing showers: And with each end of thy blue bow dost crown My bosky acres, and my unshrubb'd down, Rich scarf to my proud earth; Why hath thy [green?
Dove-drawn with her: here thought they to have done
Some wanton charm upon this man and maid,
Juno. How does my bounteous sister? Go
To bless this twain, that they may prosperous
And honour'd in their issue.
Juno. Honour, riches, marriage-blessing,
Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and
Pro. Spirits, which by mine art
I have from their confines call'd to enact
My present fancies.
Fer. Let me live here ever;
So rare a wonder'd‡ father, and a wife,
Make this place Paradise."
the end whereof PROSPERO starts suddenly, and speaks; after which, to a strange, hollow, and confused noise, they heavily vanish.
Pro. [Aside.] I had forgot that foul conspiracy Of the beast Caliban, and his confederates, Against my life; the minute of their plot Is almost come.---[To the spirits.] Well done ;--avoid ;---no more.
Fer. This is most strange: your father's in That works him strongly. some passion
Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd. Mira. Never till this day,
Pro. You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort, As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, Sir: As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Our revels now are ended: these our actors, Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve; And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,* Leave not a rackt behind: We are such stuff As dreams are made of, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.---Sir, I am vex'd; Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled.
Be not disturb'd with my infirmity:
If you be pleas'd, retire into my cell,
Fer. Mira. We wish you peace. [Exeunt.
We must prepare to meet with Caliban.
Ari. Ay, my Commander: when I presented Ceres,
I thought to have told thee of it; but I fear'd, Lest I might anger thee.
Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets?
Ari. I told you, Sir, they were red-hot with drinking;
So full of valour, that they smote the air
[Juno and Ceres whisper, and send IRIS on For breathing in their faces; beat the ground
Pro. Sweet now, silence:
Juno and Ceres whisper seriously; There's something else to do: hush, and be Or else our spell is marr'd. [mute, Iris. You nymphs, call'd Naiads, of the wand'ring brooks, [looks, With your sedg'd crowns, and ever harmless Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land
Answer your summons; Juno does command: Come, temperate nymphs, and help to cele
For kissing of their feet: yet always bending Towards their project: Then I beat my tabor, At which, like unback'd colts, they prick'd their ears,
Advanc'd their eye-lids, lifted up their noses, As they smelt music; so I charm'd their ears, That, calf-like, they my lowing follow'd, through
Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and thorns, Which enter'd their frail shins: at last I left [them I' the filthy mantled pool beyond your cell, There dancing up to the chins, that the foul O'er-stunk their feet. [lake
Pro. This was well done, my bird: Thy shape invisible retain thou still: The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither, For stalet to catch these thieves.
Ari. I go, I go.
Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurtures can never stick; on whom my pains,
Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster.
Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favour still: Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to Shall hood-wink this mischance: therefore, speak softly,
All's hush'd as midnight yet. Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the pool,-
Ste. There is not only disgrace and dishonour in that, monster, but an infinite loss.
Trin. That's more to me than my wetting: yet this is your harmless fairy, monster.
Ste. I will fetch off my bottle, though I be o'er ears for my labour.
Cal. Pr'ythee, my king, be quiet: Seest thou [enter: This is the mouth of the cell: no noise, and Do that good mischief, which may m ke this island
Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban,
Ste. Give me thy hand: I do begin to have bloody thoughts.
Trin. O king Stephano! O peer! O worthy Stephano! look, what a wardrobe here is for
Cal. Let it alone, thou fool; it is but trash. Trin. O, ho, monster; we know what belongs to a frippery :-O king Stephano! Ste. Put off that gown, Trinculo; by this hand, I'll have that gown.
Trin. Thy grace shall have it.
Cal. The dropsy drown this fool! what do
To doat thus on such luggage? Let's along, And do the murder first: if he awake, From toe to crown he'll fill our skins with Make us strange stuff. [pinches; Ste. Be you quiet, monster.-Mistress line, is not this my jerkin? Now is the jerkin under the line: now, jerkin, you are like to lose your hair, and prove a bald jerkin.
Trin. Du, do: We steal by line and level, and't like your grace.
Ste. I thank thee for that jest; here's a garment for't: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I am king of this country: Steal by line and level, is an excellent pass of pate; there's another garment for't.
Trin. Monster, come, put some limes upon your fingers, and away with the rest.
Cal. I will have none on't: we shall lose our time,
The pine, and cedar: graves, at my command,
By my so potent art: But this rough magic
Re-enter ARIEL: after him, ALONSO, with a
A solemn air, and the best comforter
Holy Gonzalo, honourable man,
And as the morning steals upon the night,
To him thou follow'st; I will pay thy graces
You brother mine, that entertain❜d ambition,
(Whose inward pinches therefore are most
Would here have kill'd your king; I do forgive
Pity, or tenderness of heart.
I will dis-case me, and myself present,
ARIEL re-enters, singing, and helps to attire
Ar. Where the bee sucks, there suck I;
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough
Pro. Why, that's my dainty Ariel: I shall
But yet thou shalt have freedom: so, so, so.-
Being awake, enforce them to this place;
Ari. I drink the air before me, and return
Inhabits here: Some heavenly power guide us
Pro. Behold, Sir king,
The wronged duke of Milan, Prospero:
Alon. Whe'r thou beest he, or no,
Th' affliction of my mind amends, with which,
Pro. First, noble friend,
Let me embrace thine age; whose honour can-
Gon. Whether this be,
Pro. You do yet taste
Some subtilties o' the isle, that will not let you
But you, my brace of lords, were I so minded,
Seb. The devil speaks in him.
For you, most wicked Sir, whom to call brother
Alon. If thou beest Prospero,
[lost, Were wreck'd upon this shore; where I have How sharp the point of this remembrance is !. My dear son Ferdinand.