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Dost disobey the wife of Jupiter ;
and my unshrubb'd down,
Iris. A contract of true love to celebrate;
Tell me, heavenly bow,
Of her society
Highest queen of state,
Long continuance, and increasing,
Juno sings her blessings on you.
Barns, and garners never empty;
Ceres' blessing so is on you.
Spirits, which by mine art
Let me live here ever ; So rare a wonder'd2 father, and a wife, Make this place Paradise. (Juno and Ceres whisper, and send Iris on
Sweet now, silence; Juno and Ceres whisper seriously ; There's something else to do : húsh, and be mute, Or else our spell is marr’d. Iris. You nymphs, call’d Najads, of the wand'ring
your sedg'd crowns, and ever harmless looks, Leave your crisp channels, and on this green land Answer your summons; Juno does command : (1) Abundance. (2) Able to produce such wonders,
Come, temperate nymphs, and help to celebrate
Enter certain Nymphs.
Enter certain Reapers, properly habited ; they
join with the Nymphs in a graceful dance; towards 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 some
passion That works him strongly. Mira.
Never till this day, Saw I him touch'd with anger so distemper'd.
Pro. You do look, my son, in a mov'd sort, As if you were dismay'd : be cheerful, sir : Our revels now are ended; these our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and 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, ail which it inherit, shall dissolve; And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rackl behind: We are such stuff
We wish your peace.
Exeunt. Pro. Come with a thought :- I thank you :
Ari. Thy thoughts I cleave to; What's thy
Spirit, 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 For breathing in their faces; beat the ground 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
(1) A body of clouds in motion; but it is most probable that the author wrote track,
Tooth'd briers, sharp furzes, pricking goss, and
thorns, Which entered 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 lake O'er-stunk their feet Pro.
This was well done, my bird ; Thy shape invisible retain thou still : The trumpery in my house, go, bring it hither, For stale, i to catch these thieves. Ari.
I go, I go. [Exit, Pro. A devil, a born devil, on whose nature Nurture2 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 Cali
ban, Stephano, and Trinculo; all wet. Cal. Pray, you, tread softly, that the blind mole
may not Hear a foot fall: we now are near his cell. Ste. Monster, your fairy, which, you say,
is harmless fairy, has done little better than played the Jack3 with us.
Trin. Monster, I do smell all horse-piss; at which my nose is in great indignation.
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 favour still: Be patient, for the prize I'll bring thee to Shall hood-wink this mischance: therefore, speak
(1) Bait. (2) Education. (3) Jack with a lantern,