I will stand to, and feed, Thunder and lightning. Enter ARIEL, like a harpy; claps his wings upon the table, and with a quaint device, the banquet vanishes. Ari. You are three men of sin, whom destiny (That hath to instrument this lower world, And what is in 't) the never-surfeited sea Hath caused to belch up; and on this island Where man doth not inhabit; you 'mongst men Being most unfit to live. I have made you mad; [Seeing ALONSO, SEBASTIAN, &c., draw their swords. And even with such like valor, men hang and drown Their proper selves. You fools! I and my fellows Are ministers of fate; the elements, Of whom your swords are tempered, may as well Wound the loud winds, or with bemocked-at stabs Kill the still-closing waters, as diminish ters Are like invulnerable; if you could hurt, Such shapes, such gesture, and such sound ex- Your swords are now too massy for your strengths, Incensed the seas and shores, yea, all the creatures, Young Ferdinand (who they suppose is drowned), And his and my loved darling. [Exit PROSPERO from above. Gon. I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you You, and your ways; whose wrath to guard you In this strange stare? SCENE I. Before PROSPERO's Cell. For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise, Pro. Then, as my gift, and thine own acquisition Worthily purchased, take my daughter: But Fer. For quiet days, fair issue, and long life, Our worser Genius shall never melt can, Mine honor into lust; to take away The edge of that day's celebration, And flat meads thatched with stover, them to keep; When I shall think, or Phoebus' steeds are foun- To make cold nymphs chaste crowns; and thy Pro. Aye, with a twink. Ari. Before you can say, "Come," and "go," And breathe twice; and cry, "So, so;" Each one, tripping on his toe, Will be here with mop and mowe: Do love master? no. you me, broom groves, Whose shadow the dismisséd bachelor loves, 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-colored 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 unshrubbed down, Rich scarf to my proud earth; Why hath thy queen Summoned me hither, to this short-grassed green? Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate; And some donation freely to estate Pro. Dearly, my delicate Ariel: Do not ap-On the blessed lovers. Cer. Tell me, heavenly bow, If Venus, or her son, as thou dost know, Do now attend the queen? Since they did plot The means, that dusky Dis my daughter got, Her and her blind boy's scandaled company I have forsworn. Cer. Highest queen of state, Jun. How does my bounteous sister? Go with To bless this twain, that they may prosperous be, JUNO sings. Honor, riches, marriage-blessing, Earth's increase, and foison plenty, Scarcity and want shall shun you; Fer. This is a most majestic vision, and Pro. Spirits, which by mine art I have from their confines called to enact My present fancies. Fer. Let me live here ever; So rare a wondered father, and a wife, Make this place Paradise. Come hither from the furrow, and be merry; Enter certain REAPERS, properly habited; they Pro. I had forgot that foul conspiracy [Aside. Fer. This is strange: your father's in some That works him strongly. Saw I him touched with anger so distempered. [JUNO and CERES whisper, and send IRIS on Is rounded with a sleep. -Sir, I am vexed; Bear with my weakness; my old brain is troubled. Be not disturbed with my infirmity : If you be pleased, retire into my cell, There's something else to do: hush, and be mute, And there repose; a turn or two I'll walk, [Exeunt. Pro. Come with a thought:— Ariel, come. Enter ARIEL. Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to: What's thy Pro. We must prepare to meet with Caliban. Ari. Ay, my commander; when I presented I thought to have told thee of it; but I feared, Pro. Say again, where didst thou leave these varlets? Ste. So is mine. Do you hear, monster? If I should take a displeasure against you; look you, Trin. Thou wert but a lost monster. Cal. Good my lord, give me thy favor still: Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to Ari. I told you, sir, they were red-hot with Shall hoodwink this mischance: therefore speak drinking: So full of valor, that they smote the air For breathing in their faces; beat the ground ears, Advanced their eyelids, lifted up their noses, softly, All's hushed as midnight yet. Trin. Ay, but to lose our bottles in the poolSte. There is not only disgrace and dishonor 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 labor. Cal. Pr'ythee, my king, be quiet: Seest thou here, This is the mouth o' the cell: no noise, and enter. Which entered their frail shins: at last I left Do that good mischief, which may make this island Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture can never stick; on whom my pains, Humanely taken, all, all lost, quite lost; And as, with age, his body uglier grows, So his mind cankers: I will plague them all, Re-enter ARIEL, loaden with glistering apparel, &c. Even to roaring: Come, hang them on this line. PROSPERO and ARIEL remain invisible. Enter CALIBAN, STEPHANO, and TRINCULO, all wet. Cal. Pray you tread softly, that the blind mole may not Hear a footfall: we now are near his cell. Ste. Monster, your fairy, which you say is a harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack with us. Thine own for ever, and I, thy Caliban, For aye thy foot-licker. 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 thee! 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 you Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss: at ment for 't: wit shall not go unrewarded, while I which my nose is in great indignation. am king of this country: "Steal by line and |